originally posted in:The New Dojo
A figure watched from a high perch in the dojo, the figure's odd appearance seemed to intrigue him, and he jumped from his perch, landing next to you and rolling to prevent any harm
the figure stood up, his paws for feet and fur on his hands and paws betraying his inhuman nature, but his face was draped in shadow cast by his hood, but he seemed young judging by his gangly looking-limbs, and he seemed like he once held great authority, his voice regal, commanding, yet sad, not to mention very boyish, as he was only 15
"Howdy"
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[b]This scared Ry half to death. A new person, a day that, a person with animal hands? She flipped out. She jumped up, and landed right on her face. She just lay there, hoping that they wouldn't hurt her as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. Plasma hurt, but falling on her face hurt more.[/b]
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he seemed a little embarrassed and moved to help you "It's ok! I'm not gonna hurt you!" he said in that voice of his, it was warm and comforting, maintaining that innocence ((or at least a fragment of it)) that all young beings held, but it was also hurt, hurt that he was being judged yet again for his looks
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[b]She jerked away from his hand, shaking in pure fear. She said nothing. She couldn't. She got out a few whimpers and incoherent words. That was it. She was petrified.[/b]
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he took off his hood and retreated his face was animalistic, and bore a snout, from which fangs protruded from the upper lip, a pair of horns over his white fur, the horns each an inch long, a stripe of black over his left eye, the color of both eyes being deep blue, while his pupils were deeper blue still, and lastly, he had long and fluffy floppy ears, each of which extended to his shoulder the eyes looked at you with hurt as he sat down nearby, looking saddened "I'm not gonna hurt you!"
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[b]She was simply terrified. He wasn't going to really get many words from her unless he could calm her down. More tears streamed down her face, a hot stream of sadness and fear.[/b]
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"L-listen, wh-what about me is scaring you?" he asked desperately ((how old is Ry?))
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[spoiler]She's 18.[/spoiler] [b]She jumbled around words, not really creating an understandable one for a while. She finally spat out two words, between her sobs and shivers from fear and pain.[/b] "N-No... T-Touch..."
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"Okay! I won't touch you! please calm down!"
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[b]It was clear that it helped a little, but she was still terrified. She would've pissed herself had she not trained herself not to.[/b]
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"Look! I'm not moving! J-just calm down okay!?"
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[b]Just telling her that's it's gonna be okay clearly won't cut it.[/b]
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he sighed and took something out from the neck area of the cloak, it was a scorched wedding band on a pristine silver chain, and he sighed, holding it in his hand, and he looked down at the ground "I'm sorry for making you so scared"
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[b]This helped a little. Enough to where she could form words again. She was scared witless, but at least she could talk.[/b] "I-I-I-It's.... Fine..."
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"I....I don't mean to hurt you, I.......sorry, you remind me of someone else I knew...." he smiled at you sadly, but there were tears in his eyes, you obviously hurt him, but it was a bit puzzling, either he was a crybaby or you obviously touched a nerve
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"Wh-Who?" [b]She tried to get up, but just fell on her face again. She tried again, and climbed up to her feet, and she dusted her coat and pants off.[/b]
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"It doesn't matter, they're.....they're dead...." he let go of the ring and it dangled around his neck on its chain, and he put his face into his hands, softly crying
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"O-Oh..." [b]She'd have comforted him, but she was too much of a mess herself to do more good than she would harm.[/b]
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He still sat there, his ears shaking with each sob, it was clear he missed whoever it was
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[b]She decided maybe it was a good idea to try.[/b] "I-I'm sure they-they're in a b-better pl-place."
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"They better be......They......she......didn't deserve what happened to her....." He cried, pitifully and it seemed like he hadn't really anyone to talk to
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"Um... I.... I'm sorry fo-for your l-loss? I don't kn-know how to c-comfort people..."
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"heh....it's okay......I'm just a bog crybaby ain't I?" he put his hands down and smiled at you sadly, tears dampening the fur around his eyes
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"I-If anyone's a cr-crybaby, it's me."
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"Heh....T-takes one to know one right?" he laughed once, feeling a little better
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"Y-Yeah. I guess so."