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Post by Ymir Bishop on Sept 25, 2017 23:31:22 GMT
He couldn't have escaped the building faster. It wasn’t as if Ymir was ashamed of his magic. On the contrary, the feeling of using it was something so natural, so euphoric feeling. The problem, however, was that other people didn’t recognize that fact. Seymour had slipped away. He’d been stressed, looking for him in the other form. A bump here, a jostle there – someone had startled him in the crowd, as he’d been looking. Ea was nowhere to be found. Shae had seemingly vanished. Not even Arlyn had been in sight. In absence of all familiar faces, and struggling, drowning to slip away from the insistent, drunken paws of a man who had snagged her in the crowd, the reaction had happened before he’d had the time to control it, as though it were a defense mechanism. Every eye in a nearby radius had fixed upon Ymir then, as if he were some spectacle. The advancer, the one with grubby, aggressive hands, had of course backed off, in favor of spewing something loud about not wanting to be near a woman with a- The comment made him cringe in memory. His face had of course gotten red, and he proceeded to quickly slip through the crowd. He wasn’t so fast to avoid several gasps, or even lewd or wary comments from partygoers who had overly sampled their drinks, however. The hell is that? What was that ? And the worst of all, Who invited that thing? Breathing hard, he paused a moment to lean back against the foliage of the hedge maze he’d ducked into. He hadn’t gone far in his escape, only out in the gardens behind the venue. But the place was quiet, isolated. Enough for a brief reprieve. Reaching up a hand, Ymir brushed angry tears away from his eyes, wishing intensely for the heated feeling in his face to subside. People… People were the same as ever. Why had he even been bothered to be lured out to such a place as this? Seymour had surely had better intentions, but after having been left alone… And of course, Ea was totally occupied with a man who had seemingly enraptured him… “I shouldn’t have come here..” He exhaled softly, absently rubbing a hand against his face again, this time his fingers lingering as they pressed against the skin of his eyelids. Maddox Sallos
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 1, 2017 0:19:32 GMT
He had been amongst the crowd of onlookers. Simply trying to figure out how this human party thing went down. A bunch of them dressed up far nicer than what some of the people really were. He only knew this because a lot of the people he had seen had been people he had seen in the marketplace. A lot of them acted far better off than they were as though not just days ago they were loud-mouthed cursing sailors. No less Maddie kept to himself and sipped on a glass of wine in quiet resolution. He watched keenly going from one group of people to the next. Lucia was back at the house fully asleep the last he had checked on her. She was recovering from her skull being broken into and would likely be out for a few more days. So he was left to his own devices for entertainment and since two of the captives he had were finished being observed, he was on the hunt for something else… something exciting.
The night was carrying on in a long and boring fashion and he was about to call it quits before a group and some wording caught his attention. Had he not seen it for himself he probably wouldn’t have written it off but he had seen it. The woman had transformed right before his very eyes and that to him was fascinating. How did that happen? Why did it happen? Can everyone do this?
The woman – now man looked very disheartened and ran out in a hurry out to the palace's garden but not without Maddie hot on their heels. Of course, he didn’t reach out to them or even let them know he was around. His plan was just to take them. He was done being at the party and now that the person was by themselves with no help of him luring them somewhere else this was all but a mere sweep and grab matter. Unfortunately for them this, of course, was going to be a surprise but Maddie had no time to waste. He was ready to go. Once he found where they were headed he was quick to find a secure place and remove clothing before transforming. What stood in place of a once man now was a rather large dark dragon with a purple sheen. Flapping his large wings he lifted into the air hopefully attempting to lure this victim out from under the tree. "Hello?" hopefully the curiosity was enough to get them to come out and make it one easy nab. Once he thought he had spotted Ymir, With one great sweep, he moved down close to the ground and nabbed up Ymir in his claws before carrying him off into the night.
- Small time lapse to Maddie’s perch [house] -
Once there he had flown in the top part of his housing and let Ymir go first before landing on the ground. The large beast thundered the ground as wings delicately fell to his sides. Large head twisted a bit to look at Ymir better. "svaust re wux? [who are you]" he started though he realized that they would likely not know his language even if he was by far more comfortable speaking it. "Name?" Such distasteful sounding the human tongue was. He took a step forward, the ground shaking with his weight as he lowered his head a bit more to peer down at the strange being.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 1, 2017 3:21:36 GMT
Silence. It stretched around him, interrupted only the sound of his raspy, tearful breathing and the rapid beating of his heart. He had only been in the gardens for a few minutes, however, when the echo of a voice and a whispering sound, heavy in the air, sounded nearby. Crying mostly subsided, he’d wiped his face once again, before reluctantly poking his head out. It hadn’t sounded like Ea, or Arlyn, or anyone Ymir really knew. That didn’t mean Ymir wanted to ignore the voice, especially if someone had heard the sound of his tears, or seen his retreat. He needed to make it clear he was alright.
“…Hi.” His voice came quietly, as he leaned to poke his head out from behind the nearest hedge. Nothing. Nobody to be seen. Frowning a little, Ymir edged out. First one step, then another, and another. His arms wrapped around his torso in a self-comforting gesture. “Hello…?”
A rush of air from above. It happened so, so fast. Involuntarily, as Ymir attempted to duck low, their body had shrunk, growing smaller, reverting again to its feminine form. Any attempt at escape in those most crucial seconds had failed.
Had she not been rendered mute by fear alone, the sound of her screams likely would’ve been drowned out by the furious flapping wind created as the dragon lurched upward to the sky. As they moved farther and farther from the ground, Ymir clamped her teeth together, attempting to trap air in her lungs. Attempting to not hyperventilate, as she clutched onto the very claws that trapped her body in place, staring downward at a span of earth she had never before seen in such a way. In a much different circumstance, she might’ve appreciated the beauty of the view. As it was, she was petrified. Her heart pounded hard in her throat. Her hands shook, violently. Her vision wavered – but she never quite lost consciousness, even as the air grew cold and thin, and her body protested from lack of nourishment.
It was a while later, some indeterminant amount of time, before they neared a high, rocky reach. In an unceremonious fashion, the gated claws about her unhinged. Any grip she’d tried maintaining was quickly lost, as she fell in a heap on her side. She yelped upon impact. Then, twisting up like a hedgehog, she wrapped around herself, arms clutching her skull, knees drawing to her chest – expecting to be eaten. Tears glazed her eyes, hot and burning. Moments later, a heavy thundering sounded as the beast curled its wings, and settled on the ground nearby. And then… words.
It took a long moment before she seemed to process them.
Slowly moving her arm, her dark eyes, reddened from tears, peeked up toward the source. Slowly, shakily, she pushed herself into a seated position, though she pushed back as far as possible, scooting on her rear with her feet as she regarded the massive, scaly creature that had brought her to the lonely peak. “Y-Ymir.” It came as a choked, fearful peep.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 2, 2017 15:42:56 GMT
He watched as the tiny human sat on their rump and then steadily began to scoot backward again. This time it was as he remembered them. No longer were they male but female. Did he grab the wrong one? Head tipped again as he watched the small creature on the ground listening for an answer to his question. Wings twitched at his sides as tail swung behind him. ”Ymir.” he said practicing the way it felt on his tongue. Even the name didn’t hold much of a feminine nor masculine touch to it. In fact, it sounded very neutral at least in his opinion. ”Maddox is my name.” He was sure he would likely be saying words backward or in a weird order and he hoped that this ‘Ymir’ would be kind enough to understand he was also still learning. ”Male or female?” he questioned as he moved in closer, taking a step almost to where the tip of his nose would nearly be touching the tiny human. ”Very interesting. Changing like clothes.” He lifted his head finally up and away from her as he turned. The ground shook by the mere force of his steps. He would change once he got closer to the cubby hidden on just the other side of the wall. He wasn’t worried about this the Ymir trying to escape, they wouldn’t make it very far.
As he moved towards the wall with the pocket door he shrunk in size back to human and completely stark naked before quickly slipping in. If Ymir had been paying attention she would have only seen the bare ass of a man. On the other side, he quickly changed and slipped back out. The dark features man approached Ymir again. He could see she was afraid that she had no reason to be. He’d never killed a person at least not intentionally nor had he had any mind in wanting to hurt her. He was intrigued. He wanted to study her power and it only depended on her if she was stuck in the bad part of the basement or the good….. or maybe not at all. Once standing in front of her he lowered his hand testing to see if she would grab it or skitter further away. ”Help you stand?” His accent was thick much like the very first sentence he said to her. ”What type of people are you?” Again sounding odd to the untrained ears but he meant her race. What was she? Was she of the immortals? Was she a Shifter? It was still hard for him to decipher though he was beginning to learn faes rather easily as well as Elves and those he could tell she wasn’t. It was the others that still gave him a tough time figuring out.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 2, 2017 22:08:40 GMT
Her form was pitifully small in comparison to his much larger one. She could only tremor, his words almost lost on her, as his head swung in closer, sniffling her. Fear. Fear was the mind killer. But trying to calm down, that was an entirely insurmountable idea in those moments. She had gone long beyond fear as she’d been carried off to this place – she was petrified. Swallowing hard, eyes still moist, she tried pressing her back as far as was possible from him. Her tongue felt heavy as she practically mewled her response. “Neither… B-Both.” His words were almost appreciative as he seemed to digest that. Lumbering away, the ground shook with his retreat. She scarcely glanced up in time to watch as the breadth of his form seemed to change, compacting, morphing… and leaving him as a man. One which would’ve passed easily on the street as a human or a mage. Her hands settled over her mouth, body curling on itself as she tried to think. Tried to consider her options.
A dragon. A dragon which had stolen her away to this place, and seemed entirely concerned about her power. A power that not only had gotten her into trouble, but was one entirely useless for defense. In that moment, she sorely wished she could’ve been like Ea. Braver, stronger… Either able to burn the beast to a crisp, or simply vanish from sight. But, that was not the option.
He interrupted her thoughts, emerging in clothes. A home? He had a residence on this forlorn peak? Slowly, she lowered her hands from in front of her mouth as he approached. At least in this form, even if he could probably transition back easily, he was less visually terrifying. In fact, he was trying to help in some kind of odd way. Her heart pounded as she stared at the offered hand, before slowly, she extended her smaller one to take his grasp; her fingers shook as she allowed him to pull her to her feet. Were it not for the adrenaline, she might’ve already succumbed to exhaustion from so many transitions that day. His next question caused her a moment of pause before, a little less shaky in tone, she spoke quietly. “I’m a mage. And… you’re a dragon...” As if she needed the confirmation, though, she had scarcely had the opportunity to meet one before. Had circumstances been different, very, very different, she might've been excited.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 5, 2017 23:52:48 GMT
Such an odd answer and even the look on his face spoke of how he was trying to process it. ”How?” he asked. His voice held an amount of intrigue. ”At will? Or uncontrollable?” When her small hand fell into his own, he tugged her up onto her feet almost effortlessly. Her weight was measly compared to even Lucia’s. ”I am dragon.” he replied though he was not in the least bit concerned with the fear present in her voice. He was not interested in her fear.
Not in an overly-sexualized manner but a thoughtful one he took her form in with his eyes for a moment. Her figure however suited her. Looking as though he could let her go he paused before sharply tugging her into him. He tugged hard enough that her form could smack against his more solid stature and he held her there. A serpent his escaped him as he leaned in. Cold blue eyes stared into her own for a moment as if attempting to see the other form hidden in her dark eyes. ”What is the word you humans use?” he pondered. His words were low but cooled like the in between breeze of an autumn day. ”you have me …. Captivated.” He wasn’t one to enjoy close contact but he felt like he had to be up close and personal with Ymir to definably see the execution of her change. One hand rested on her side to keep her firmly in place while the other released her to softly stroke along her cheek bone and under her jaw, tipping her chin up attempting to force her head to rise a little higher.
”Why does fear come from you?” He asked. ”Have I hurt you?” he wasn’t quite sure why she was so scared not really connecting the dots that she was practically kidnapped, whisked away to an unknown location with a man or rather -- a dragon.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 6, 2017 17:35:49 GMT
Ymir’s eyes flicked up to his, then then fell away, trying to understand why he was asking. Had this really been his reasoning for bringing her to this place, for snatching her out of the garden as he had? Puzzling over that, and actually being in a position to speak to him, helped alleviate her condition incrementally. That was, her eyes no longer were glazed with tears, even if the red tones of irritation still pinkened the skin slightly. Swallowing, her gaze flicked toward his face again as she was brought to her feet. Despite the incremental improvement, her voice still wavered. “B-both. I can control it. Some… Sometimes I just get surprised though and it happens”
The mage wanted to curl in on herself as his gaze passed over her – intent, curious. It wasn’t because of any kind of sexual intimidation, but rather, the fact that she was far from used to having anyone scrutinize her in such away. She was just starting to tighten her grip around herself, to draw her free hand in close, when he abruptly pulled her close.
Any yelp of surprise which might’ve escaped her throat was obstructed with her abruptly closing her mouth. Her body was rigid, head tilted off to stare at the precipice and into the cloud bank in favor of looking at him. A slow, uncomfortable heat rose into her face, not through any pleasant feeling, but rather because, again, she lacked real experience with such a thing. And then, there came his voice. He didn’t release her, keeping her locked in place. Very slowly, albeit in a small, jerky motion, she turned her eyes up, her gaze lingering as if compelled. Captivated. Her breath felt as thought it’d caught in her throat, and then his grip shifted. Maintained only by one hand, his other slipped upward. His fingers lightly brushed along her cheek, then down to her jaw. Frozen, her face followed his gentle press as he tilted her head.
At once, a long, shaky breath escaped her. Unsure of where to put her hands, she let them linger close to her sides. Meeting his eyes, her daze gaze lingered despite the way their frigid light made her want to look. How could he not have understood? He was a dragon. She’d heard myths, but never before met one. With how long they were supposed to live… It didn’t make sense. Willing any semblance of the tone she’d use to speak to a student to her voice, her words came softly, like a leaf rustling against a stone. “You didn’t ask… If I wanted to come here. I'm not hurt now. But how do I know you won't ...?” As if she wanted to remind herself of that. Her lower lip gave way in a tremor, the resolve in her tone weakening with the acknowledgment.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 8, 2017 0:12:19 GMT
Not only was she captivating but she made him feel admirable. Despite the clear line of fear both in her rigid body language and the clear sheen that glazed over her eyes, she stared into his eyes. He could see the jerky movements they made wanting to move away and yet she dared to hold eye contact. She fought against her body’s natural defense mechanism with quiet strong defiance. ”You say you change by getting surprised.” he started ”And yet you have not.” he held her firmly though his pressure was gentle fearing he would snap her in half. It would be easy. He was a lot stronger because of merely what he was. So being mindful of that he put enough pressure in to be sure she was aware he had no intentions of letting her go, not yet, only when he was satisfied with his observation. ”You have clear signs of distress and yet you remain as you are.” His words weren’t accusing but more thoughtful, savoring the flavor of his observations.
Though he was curious as to why she smelt so dazzling. Why was she scared? And so he asked. She said it was because he didn’t ask and that though she wasn’t hurt now didn’t mean she would be later. He frowned for a moment. ”Harmful intentions are not what I seek.” he said even though the growl in his voice may suggest otherwise. ”I wish to learn.” All truth and nothing more. ”humans rely on permission? But why?”
With her head tipped upwards he could see the vein in her neck pulsating. Unlike other beasts, his mouth didn’t water at the delicious thought of severing it, he did, however, become more enchanted at her hearts beat. The quickening only made her smell all the more savory. Leaning in once more he breathed. ”They say fear has a savoring smell.” his words were hissed. ”It smells sweet. Intoxicating. Almost drug like….” He lifted her head just a little higher. ”Is fear a trigger for you?” he asked. His words were becoming a bit smoother the more he used it, the more distracted he became with her the easier it was to form them… at least until he noticed it.
No less his actions had a bit of a reason behind them. He wanted her to change. Could he pressure her into doing so without actually making her fear him? How much pressure and strain would he have to use? The hand that held her in place began to slip down, trailing towards her back legs. ”Or maybe it’s not fear at all…. “ his words lingered. ”Maybe it’s a different kind of pressure that is a trigger.”
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 8, 2017 0:40:43 GMT
She swallowed, almost balking at the consideration in his words and he continued to restrain her. She changed through surprise, and yet she hadn’t. Indeed, that was true. And considering it that way, she was at once reminded of one of the items she’d been forced to abandon in her plans to attend the ball. She rarely went anywhere without bringing the small pouch, strapped to her waist and thigh, which carried a small but thorough assortment of herbs. Inside, she always carried several small bricks, wrapped carefully in thin, white papers. They were composed of plant matter, and several other ground substances, packed carefully together and preserved. Such things went a great deal toward maintaining her energy following use of her powers. Ymir had managed two bursts of power that evening, even unintentionally. Without the surge of adrenaline keeping her heart racing, she might’ve collapsed by then. All of this passed through her thoughts in a flash, the place where the pouch normally sat feeling quite naked in that moment.
Her body was rigid as she remained in place, worrying her lip before she answered his question. “It makes me tired to do it too frequently in one day.” The explanation came as a tiny peep from between her lips. Watching the frown cross his features after he seemed to consider her next explanation, her expression changed slightly. Still fearful yes, especially with his growling tone, but also a little more… drawn. He didn’t want to hurt her. And yet, permission…? The teaching tone crept into her voice with a little more strength. “Because it isn’t nice to take people places when they don’t know you, and you don’t know if they want to go.”
Any hint of strength vanished when his fingers sought to tilt her head up. She swallowed hard, eyes lingering on his face. It was then that his eyes fell to her throat, and as if she were a rabbit in the eyes of a wolf, she felt her body tensing further. She smelled intoxicating? Sweet? Fear… a trigger? She grappled with the thoughts, though his words were entirely unnerving, far more calculating than she’d expected given his abrupt action in bringing her to this place. “Not-“ She broke off.
His hand dropped, something which abruptly caused her to strain her body to press against his as she attempted to avoid the contact. There was nowhere else to go, even if that brought it’s own unique issue. And her face – the entire swath of her pale skin flushed, the pretty porcelain hue replaced with the scarlet brilliance of a tomato. And yet, her body didn’t change. A small sound, crossed between a squeak and a choke escaped her. “Hey!”
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 8, 2017 1:59:53 GMT
The tone she used was different and it caused him to arch a brow further. It was a tone that held much more control in it and that in itself was interesting. He wondered what all was this tiny human about. How many different sides did she possess? And…. Could possibly the other form hold the same qualities? Or was his different too? ”hmm…” he murmured. ”Nice is what you speak of and yet I spied humans do it all the time.” She was chiding him for his behavior and much like a child he spoke his reasoning of ‘well they do it why can’t I!’. It was perhaps a childish way to look at things that way but it was how he saw it. If this was how they behave then this was how he was to accomplish things.
Her answer though was definitely the motivation for his next round of moves. The experimentalist in him wanted to test the boundaries even with her warning. Of course, he didn’t think that far ahead of what he would do should she actually pass out on him from overexertion. Certainly three or four times wasn’t all that exhausting, was it? So he persisted. He intentionally spoke daunting words and went as far as allowing his hand to drop and grab attempting to further fluster her to create the environment of a change. To test the waters of how far into a state of mind he would have to go to initiate such a chance.
Even with his pressuring it seemed she was not going to.
The slim body pressed into his went rigid but he kept pushing. Maybe if he went a little further maybe if he pushed the envelope just that much more. His fingers dropped from her chin and slid delicately around towards her neck, gripping right where the skull meets the neck. His hold was gentle though not wanting to dare put pressure. ”I feel your pulse beneath my fingertips.” he said quietly. She was scared, most definitely. ”Isn’t it amazing how just a tiny thing like a heartbeat can state whether someone is alive or dead?” tantalizingly, he let his fingertip caress the little vein. ”Something so small could hold so much….. power? Do you think that is why people are driven so crazy by it?” He ran now the bridge of his nose along the underside of her jaw placing just the tiniest hold on the vein to restrict blood for a moment before releasing. ”Depending upon which artery you get…. You can drop in a matter of minutes.”
That was when his hand that held onto her backside let go and slid now towards her hip, her leg, then her thigh. Smooth and slow. ”Femoral for example.” he brought his hand high on her inner thigh and held it there. ” The main artery in your leg. 4 minutes maybe.”
Attempting fear was so foreign to him but this was only one test he wanted to do. He didn’t like putting fear into people nor did he like violence in general. It was such an unneeded emotion and reaction – however for the sake of his experiment he was willing to get this one out of the way.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 8, 2017 2:31:25 GMT
Ymir swallowed audibly, the soft swells of her lips pressing together for a moment. His reasoning… Was juvenile. Something one of her younger students might’ve said, as a point to try arguing with her. But she wasn’t in the position to say such a thing. She might’ve tried reprimanding him again… and then he pressed the envelope.
The hand which had dropped to the swell of her rear lingered. The heat in her face persisted. With the softness of his hand falling from her chin to her throat, she found her body trying to contort again, to twist away from him. Her hips pressed with a firmness against him, as she sought to pull her rear away, while her shoulders arched backward, trying to pull her neck away. That tiny vein in her neck pulsated even quicker somehow – both because of his words, and the contacts. His words… There was a sultry quality to them. Something she’d heard described, but never really been the recipient of. A sharp inhalation of breath sounded from her as he bowed his face, nosing the skin, pinching off the vessel. Her hands started to shake. “H-hey…” She repeated, voice wavering.
And then, his hand slipped forward. Trailing over the crest of her hip, before slipping lower. Closer…
“S-stop! Please!” Ymir didn’t wait for him to comply. She didn’t expect him to. And she was terrified. What she thought was about to happen – it was something that she thought any woman had been cautioned against. Had been conditioned to panic when confronted by. In an instant, her form started to shift. It took only a few seconds for the bones to pass beneath under their skin, for their hair and even their height to change. More masculine hands pushed against him, with a strength greater than that which had been contained in the feminine body.
That strength only surged for a few seconds, before the cost of the change caught up to him. Quite abruptly, his legs gave out, his weight certain to sink to the earth had the dragon not maintained a steadying grip. His vision wavered, tunneling, as his hands pushed against Maddox’s frame weakly. “Ple-please. Please… Please.” His protest sounded as leaves blowing together among stones – thin, frail, and entirely exhausted.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 11, 2017 23:08:15 GMT
There was definitely no intentions behind his movements. He was not wanting to hurt her but pressure her. The fear she was experiencing though was exactly what he was wanitng and it was pure and raw. Had she known what he was really doing he doubted he would get this far. No less when he kept pressuring her into it seemed he went too far or maybe just far enough. The woman started to change right before his eyes and became more masculine and bulkier in his hold. It was weird how the frame broadened in muscle, height, weight… everything just morphed. He pushed against him but it was weak and before he knew it the soft words were murmured quietly as the strange man was now sinking to the ground, slumping out of his grip. ”Wait. Whats wrong.” he asked confused as the man laid partially on the ground and barely held up by Maddox. ”Did I break you?” he wiggled him a little but the man was limp.
”You are okay. I was just testing. Please… don’t die.” he frowned. That was his problem. He pushed and when he pushed he usually went further than the ability of the person could withstand. Glancing around he supposed he could take him downstairs out of the perch and more into the large housing he called home. Grabbing him properly by the arms he tugged him up and then over his shoulder. The weight was a little weird to manage but once he found his footing he headed towards the pocket door in the wall and headed through the opening and down the short staircase to the more expanse but open room. Heading towards one of the loungers he carefully set Ymir down. He needed something to arouse him and tell him what he needed. He couldn’t use any more of that magic though as he already used quite a bit of it on Lucia and he really couldn’t use the last of it on a possible non-emergency.
Heading off he went to find something to start awakening the young man. He grabbed some orange juice. He could have gone with water but orange juice had vitamins and sugar in it. If anything it would start replacing some depletion of what you could be missing. Heading back over to the man he lifted him carefully by the head and placed the glass to his lips. ”Drink.” he said encouragingly. ’You need to drink.” He hoped this would help.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 12, 2017 16:35:08 GMT
The voice of the man sounded far away. When Ymir's eyes tried focusing on his face to discern what words he spoke, it was almost as if he were speaking from beneath the surface of the ocean. He could register the movement, but the words themselves were interpreted as muddled, if also urgent. The small shake did little to rouse his dulled senses. Blinking, his vision wavered again.
The orientation of the earth shifted then. He was moving - no, Maddox had lifted him, was carrying him somewhere. A small groan escaped from between his lips, less a sound of fear and more one as if someone had been awoken rudely by early dawn light through a window. Time seemed to blur, the shadows merging with the stone as they entered Maddox's home. It was only a few minutes before a softness was settled beneath him, the dragon-man having placed him on a couch. He disappeared from Ymir’s murky field of vision.
Another blink, lips pressing and vision wavering. His stomach, oh how it felt a pit had been ripped open. He felt empty, the hunger a lingering, aching pain that paralyzed his tired muscles, even as one of his hands tremored from where it settled against his stomach in a small fist. Where Maddox had disappeared, he returned carrying a glass.
Another blink; a hand brushed to tilted his head and the coolness of the cup was pressed to his lips. Ymir's eyes finally seemed to focus then, brows drawing ever so slightly in recognition and concentration. When the sweet, citrusy flavor brushed his lips, it was as if a renewed sense of life flowed into him. Even if he wanted nothing more than to sleep, the promise of satiating the pain in his stomach was more pressing. It did not matter that the one responsible for two of three changes which had brought him to that state was the very person offering the drink.
He swallowed vigorously, until he very nearly choked himself. His fisted hand pressed hard against his gut as his body wrenched slightly, unable to quite stifle a cough. The juice was good, the sugar being one of the first ingredients he might’ve packed into the herb bars normally carried in his pack. The one he didn’t have. But, a good start would do little to fill his belly, to help draw him out of this state. He had to think – to keep track. I know what to do. I’ve done this before. Dark eyes tracking to Maddox, he regarded him for a moment. The man had stopped touching him as he had. Another good start. Again, he found himself uncaring of the transgression. He was painfully aware of his desire to eat.
Ymir’s nose wrinkled, head pressing heavily against Maddox’s hand as he regarded him with tired eyes. “Can I have something to eat? Or more juice?”
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Single.
Dragon
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Oct 13, 2017 19:22:26 GMT
The young man was starting to respond to the juice which was good. The sugar was starting to breathe back life into him. Looking down when he finished off the juice, Maddie’s blue eyes stayed on him as he pretty much was still limp in his hand. ”smoked ham?” he asked. They were in a decade in which preserving meat would be nearly impossible unless taken measures of cooking same day and eating it or smoking and drying it out. Luckily that was one of Maddie’s favorite things to do. Laying the other man’s head back down, he took the cup and sauntered back into the kitchen area getting Ymir some more juice as well as a plate with meat and bread on it. Whether he wanted a sandwich or not he could decide that but for now, this was what he was getting.
Setting the plate on the small nearby stand he handed Ymir a piece of the meat and sat down next to his legs, facing him. ”I apologize for my behavior.” he said. ”I am not usually like that.” it was mightily embarrassing that he had allowed himself to get carried away but being so vibrant and curious he couldn’t help himself. He’d lived alone for so long that sometimes manners were hard to remember. ”I will not make that mistake again.” he said with a firm nod of his head. Quietly he lowered his eyes towards his hands for a minute before glancing back to Ymir. ”Are you feeling better? Do you need anything else?” it was his fault after all for pushing him as hard as he had and it was only right to correct the problem.
It was also here that he decided to keep Ymir with in the perch and not in the basement. From what he had learned so far from the interesting person, they didn’t seem a risk, but if he is proven wrong they will be thrown down in the basement with the other two. However he was hoping that Ymir would be a pleasant addition and once he had his curiosity fed, he would allow him to leave. For now, however, he had too much curiosity in this person and therefore they were stuck. ”You are not like a wereanimal are you. You cannot change thousands of time and feel fine. Your changing exhausts you.” he rubbed his chin for a moment. ”Does time correct this? Or does it remain the same?”
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Mage
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 25, 2017 5:15:08 GMT
His chest rose and fell with a renewed kind of vitality as the sugar of the juice seemed to lend him some energy. His limbs felt heavy still, but not unmanageably so. In a blink, the dragon man seemed to disappear. Ymir took that moment to try to make a weak attempt at surveying his surroundings, though his head still felt foggy and unclear. The place was… a home of sorts. Drastically different from the ledge which they’d landed on only a short while before. His eyes glided slowly over the room, falling to the couch, before movement drew his attention upward.
The sound of ceramic on wood; Ymir was reaching for the offered food before he really consciously recognized what he was doing. Pressing it to his lips, not bothering to sniff it as he usually might, he tore off a bite almost ravenously. He was so consumed by the pleasure of the nourishment that he very nearly missed Maddox’s apology. Truthfully, it was the pause of his question that really got his attention. The mage had made almost beastly progress, consuming the offering. “I’ll be okay now.” He absently held a hand over his mouth, obstructing any view of food which might still be inside.
With the painful knot in his stomach slowly dissipating, his head clearing, Ymir’s stature was a little more upright in his seated position as he finally finished off the ham. The food could’ve been table scraps for all he’d noticed, but surprisingly hadn’t been so bad. His eyes fell to the one who had presented it. From his seated position, Maddox seemed to be regarding him again – mercifully, this time his icy eyes seemed less penetrating. Absently brushing any food debris from his fingers onto the fabric covering his thigh, he regarded the dragon for a moment in silence. He preferred this way, being asked, rather than… attacked. He loved his magical ability, enjoyed discussing magic in general… Even if it was uncomfortable at times. Like, when one was kidnapped by a dragon. “That is right. And time makes it better… Practice helps me to change more without tiring. But it is slow going to do that.”
Lips sealing off any trace of speech, it was a moment before he continued. “So… this is where you live,” a fleeting hesitation, “Maddox?”
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