08-19-2018, 09:03 AM
It was hard to be a creature that survived entierly off the affection of others, especially when you weren't all that likeable. Luca didn't have many friends, and he had even less people that were interested in him romantically. It was probably due to how strong he came on, but he was the opposite of self aware, so it hadn't even crossed his mind yet that his crewmates might be avoiding him for a reason. Perhaps he wasn't drawing enough attention to himself, he thought as he gathered flowers from the jungle. The canine lifted his head from a selection of bright purple orchids and blinked, his mind lingering on what had once been a passing thought. He wasn't used to being overlooked, but now that he was surrounded by other pretty and magic-weilding animals, maybe he was just being forgotten in the crowd. He set aside the assorted blooms that he'd been picking for Junji, licking the sour taste from his lips and staring in the direction of barracuda bay.
He had been trying to hard to change himself lately, but all that seemed to accomplish was more loneliness. The one that used to encourage his improvement the most no longer wanted anything to do with him, and his efforts didnt seem to be appreciated much by anyone else. Luca remembered how easy it was to catch people's attention when he didn't have to care about things like that. He could easily pick out a few notable memories from his mortal years, like when those boys near the farmland beat him half to death after they caught him burning down their shack. He shivered at the thought, the fur spiking up along his spine. He was starting to get desperate- surely things would be okay if he set fire to one of the rickety old huts, just to remind people that he was still there. He swayed on his paws for a beat before finally stepping in the direction of the beach, leaving the orchids behind for when he was done. He was sure that this wouldn't take too long.
He slunk between the houses, searching for ones that didnt appear to be in use. He didn't want to hurt anyone yet, he just wanted to make everyone a little angry at him. Surely they would forgive him after some time passed, or maybe they'd even let him make it up to them with favours. His eyes caught on something that looked exactly like what he was looking for, an unstable-looking house with no obvious signs of use. He stared at it for a while before padding closer, circling it and then circling again before ducking inside. For a moment he wondered if he should go slowly to gether a crowd, but there was no point really, it would just give them more time to stop him. His pink flames were hard to not recognize, and he would still be in the aftermath of the pyre, so he was sure that they'd know it was him. He let go of his powers and allowed them to envelop him with fire lit hot pink, and then bloom around him to lick at the wooden walls and floor.
As soon as it caught, he could feel the change in his body. He was sure he had been doing good lately, but apparently his soul didn't agree because he could feel the angelic presence rejecting him. He coughed a pool of black oil as his body started to rearrange himself, all the stolen spirits that he'd been holding in his body escaping through the cracks. Feathers fell away from his wings, revealing more black slime beneath, and his spaded tail faded from white back to it's former pink. "Shit," he breathed between the cracking of his bones, trying his best to fight back the darkness the crept in on the edges of his vision. His arson had officially pushed him onto the naughty list, and his body was slowly transforming back into his original one. The strain of the bones in his wings rearraging finally caused him to black out and fall to the smoldering floor, leaving the pink and white flames to blaze around him as his body completed its transformation.
[He'll be found passed out once the fire's gone, so you can have your character either put the fire out or wait for it to die!! :0]
He had been trying to hard to change himself lately, but all that seemed to accomplish was more loneliness. The one that used to encourage his improvement the most no longer wanted anything to do with him, and his efforts didnt seem to be appreciated much by anyone else. Luca remembered how easy it was to catch people's attention when he didn't have to care about things like that. He could easily pick out a few notable memories from his mortal years, like when those boys near the farmland beat him half to death after they caught him burning down their shack. He shivered at the thought, the fur spiking up along his spine. He was starting to get desperate- surely things would be okay if he set fire to one of the rickety old huts, just to remind people that he was still there. He swayed on his paws for a beat before finally stepping in the direction of the beach, leaving the orchids behind for when he was done. He was sure that this wouldn't take too long.
He slunk between the houses, searching for ones that didnt appear to be in use. He didn't want to hurt anyone yet, he just wanted to make everyone a little angry at him. Surely they would forgive him after some time passed, or maybe they'd even let him make it up to them with favours. His eyes caught on something that looked exactly like what he was looking for, an unstable-looking house with no obvious signs of use. He stared at it for a while before padding closer, circling it and then circling again before ducking inside. For a moment he wondered if he should go slowly to gether a crowd, but there was no point really, it would just give them more time to stop him. His pink flames were hard to not recognize, and he would still be in the aftermath of the pyre, so he was sure that they'd know it was him. He let go of his powers and allowed them to envelop him with fire lit hot pink, and then bloom around him to lick at the wooden walls and floor.
As soon as it caught, he could feel the change in his body. He was sure he had been doing good lately, but apparently his soul didn't agree because he could feel the angelic presence rejecting him. He coughed a pool of black oil as his body started to rearrange himself, all the stolen spirits that he'd been holding in his body escaping through the cracks. Feathers fell away from his wings, revealing more black slime beneath, and his spaded tail faded from white back to it's former pink. "Shit," he breathed between the cracking of his bones, trying his best to fight back the darkness the crept in on the edges of his vision. His arson had officially pushed him onto the naughty list, and his body was slowly transforming back into his original one. The strain of the bones in his wings rearraging finally caused him to black out and fall to the smoldering floor, leaving the pink and white flames to blaze around him as his body completed its transformation.
[He'll be found passed out once the fire's gone, so you can have your character either put the fire out or wait for it to die!! :0]
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