Location: Beach house Interacting With: Raven @Zaxter996 Text colour: #adff9f
That's so weird... why would they put cucumber on my pancakes? I didn't order this... and I don't have time for this, the blue creatures are coming soon and I'm hungry, dammit... Something shifted. Suddenly it was a lot cooler in the diner, almost so adruptly that it made Molly shiver and look around for warmth. Damn, is the winter coming already? A sluggish turn, and now the light from outside was almost too bright for Molly to see. Distractingly bright. That, and she felt someone kick her legs under the table. 'Hey! Knock it off,' Molly snapped, looking at the figure that had kicked her. Opposite her on the table was no one; Molly was alone in the diner. Weird... "Mhhngn..." Molly mumbled, a tugging feeling in the pit of her stomach pulling her away from the diner - through its roof, into the sky, morphing away into a light, reddish brown darkness. No no no no... It's too early, I still want to sleep... Molly frowned and tried to concentrate on falling back into her comfortable slumber, only to cause the veil of dreams being lifted even further from her consciousness. Molly let out another dissatisfied whine, voice groggy and sleepy and hoarse from disuse, snuggling closer to the warm pillow clasped in her arms. Something warm hit Molly's face, moving the blonde curls around just enough to tickle her nose just so. Oh boy, her hair was probably a huge mess full of kinks and uneven curls. ...Wait. Suddenly Molly realised it was not a pillow she was holding close to her, it was a person. A very warm, slightly shorter person. Oh. Memories of the past night began sluggishly flooding back in, clearing up why Molly had a bit of a hangoverish feeling. And definitely clearing up why she wasn't in the bed alone. It wasn't even her bed, the girl remembered. Trying to fight the way too bright rays of sun, Molly stirred slightly and openened her eyes just a sliver to face a blurry face of a equally sleepy - but smiling - Raven. Molly's brain was still trying to catch up to what was happening, so all she could do was stare from under a furrowed brow and heavy lid eyes, waiting for the image to sharpen slowly. Finally, reality seemed to be catching up to Molly, as her expression shifted to a realisation followed by a mild panic, which then was followed by a furious blush and a hesitant look. "Oh, um... Hi there," Molly half whispered, a small smile gracing her lips. Damn, the girl before her looked so darn adorable even like that, Molly was almost having what felt like a stroke just thinking about how lucky she was to be a part of this moment. My hair is a mess for sure... Gosh, what if I drooled in my sleep? Did I snore? Do I have morning breath? I must look so damn unattractive right now...
Location: Beach house Interacting With: Raven @Zaxter996 Text colour: #adff9f
Molly let out a sheepish laugh at Raven's question. It seemed as if the other girl could read her thoughts - it was kind of unnerving, yet reassuring at the same time. "Imma... just," Molly thought aloud, encircling her slender arms around Raven experimentally, "try this out," she finished, softly spooning Raven. It felt nice, Molly concluded. It was like protecting someone while at the same time getting comfort. Molly definitely didn't dislike it. However, maybe she did like being the little spoon more. Leaving her back exposed left Molly feeling sort of vulnerable. Sucking it up, Molly snuggled closer and closed her eyes. It would probably get too hot in the middle of the night anyway, the blonde thought as she rested her face shyly against Raven's hair covered neck. Her hair was kind of coarse and tickled Molly's face, but she wouldn't have it any other way. It smelled quite pleasant, and before Molly knew it, she was already drifting off to the sweet realm of dreams.
Aava didn't understand. Why was Evren leaving? Were they making him go? Aava locked her eyes with Evren's, panic rising in her gut as she felt like the one thing that made sense was being taken away from her. The wind picked up for a second, and Aava felt another unfamiliar shiver as her skin dried. Evren spoke her name, then, adressing the next words to her in a language she could understand fully. Aava listened to the best of her ability, looking at the dark skinned woman Evren was talking about as he mentioned her. Aava's brow furrowed in a pained look, but she nodded, trusting in her friend. "(Woman is a friend, don't hurt the prey. I... I understand)," Aava repeated even though her voice carried a note of uncertainity. The näkki watched miserably as Evren was being taken away, his eyes sheen with unshed tears. Aava - despite being told not to - reached out again, trying to go to Evren. She was stopped, but her hand remained outstretched as she stared at Evren with a confused sadness in her eyes. A salty teardrop extracted from the man's eye, travelling the air until it hovered on Aava's palm. The näkki looked at it with lost eyes, glancing at Evren one last time. "(You'll come back to me. Promise)," she rasped, closing her fist agains the teardrop and turning to face the woman Evren had told her to trust. Aava's instinct was to bite the woman, to sink her teeth into her flesh, but she remembered her friend's instructions and refrained from doing so. If Evren said this woman was his friend, then she would be Aava's friend too. Well, as long as she didn't do anything to upset Aava, that was.
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The wooden wheels of a small wagon clattered against the vast road ahead. Inside the wagon, the sound of glass jars clinking against each other could be heard every time the carriage crossed a sizable pebble on the road. In front of the wagon sat a green tiefling, horns curling to meet the sky as the rays of sun glimmered against the stained glass ornaments worn on her horns. It was mildly cloudy, but every once in a while the sun would reveal its energisizing precence to the traveller. Teya held on to the leather straps attached to the horse pulling the wagon, her mind entirely elsewhere. The tiefling let out a content sigh as she gazed at the clouds, letting her mind wander off to a plane far beyond this world.
'Hello, Dream Weaver. I can't wait to tell you about what I've been up to these past few days,' Teya's mind hummed against the soft wind. The tiefling closed her silver eyes, willing herself to feel the familiar presence of her patron. 'Travelling is amazing. I do feel a bit guilty for leaving dad's workshop behind, but on the road I can help so many more people. Besides... I feel like you have something big in store for me. Do you?' A crash from the outside world startled Teya back into awareness. There was a sound of wood cracking and jars clinking against each other violently, rolling against wood and being thrown off balance. The horse pulling the carriage stopped, looking around nervously. Teya sighed. "Please don't tell me..." the tiefling prayed, looking back slowly. "No no no no..." she groaned as she noticed the broken wheel, jumping off the wagon on the ground and examining the damage more closely. What had broken the wheel? As Teya glanced around, all she saw was the tall, old woods around her. There was no one else on the road, either. "Did you have something to do with this?" Teya asked the horse in frustration, not really serious about her accusation. It just seemed like the wheel had given out without a reason. Maybe the road had been too bumpy for the old wagon to handle it. The yound dream catcher couldn't really find another explanation. That, or someone was messing with her. The woods could do strange things to wanderers, after all. Teya walked to the back of the wagon, groaning as she saw some of its precious contents had rolled on the ground after the jostle. Crouching down, Teya gathered the odd jars in her arms, making sure the lids were still sealed tight and that no cracks were to be seen on the glass. "Don't worry, all the dreams are safe," Teya reassured the Dream Weaver as she placed the jars back in their area of the wagon. Her god had never spoken to her directly, but Teya had always felt her presence. It had comforted her in her early childhood when her father had been busy and she'd been alone. Teya couldn't really tell what she was following, exactly, but she did trust it. Looking at the jars, they were seemingly empty as long as you held them still. After they'd been shaken by the halt in their journey, however, you could distinctly see a faint smoke-like substance swirling inside. The color and shape of each smoke was unique, and Teya was sure to place the jars back into the right spots and under the right labels. Next the tiefling made sure that all the other equipment in the wagon was still there: the brewing supplies, the incense, the various dream catchers and supplies that they were made of. Nothing seemed to be amiss, which made Teya all the more confident that this had just been a random accident. Maybe she was being tested. "Well... there's really not much I can do right now," Teya spoke aloud as she wiped the road dust off her pants. She didn't have a spell that could repair a broken wheel, and she didn't exactly have the tools to do it manually either. The tiefling looked around the road to see if there was anyone nearby. "You wouldn't happen to know where we're at?" the tiefling then asked her horse, realising that she'd been so spaced out she hadn't kept track of where she was. The horse neighed in response. "I'll take that's a no," Teya sighed. "Didn't think so."
Aava stared a Evren, wrapping the cloth tighter around her body which was starting to shiver slightly. This was a weird, new sensation for Aava who was so accustomed to cold. Maybe it had something to do with being dry on land? As the näkki held her friend's hand, she scooted closer to find safety. Evren was talking with the other humans, sounding like he was trying to convince them of something, negociate, or something. Aava buried her shivering chin into the blanket and and tried to wipe the dried blood off of her chin. "(Can we eat them too, Evren?)" Aava inquired curiously. Just as she asked, however, a human came over with something in their hands. Soon Evren's hands were pried away from Aava's, and the person cuffed Evren. Aava looked up, confused, trying to reach out for Evren again. "(What's happening? What's going on?)" Aava tried asking Evren, looking around to see the same thing was happening to the wolf man. Aava stood up and tried to pry the police's hands off of her friend, only to be told some words she couldn't comprehend.
Das another character (sorry for the messy picture I tried my best)
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Nickname The Dream Catcher
Age 23
Gender Female
Sexuality Pansexual
Race
"Tieflings are derived from human bloodlines, and in the broadest possible sense, they still look human. However, their infernal heritage has left a clear imprint on their appearance. Tieflings have large horns that take any of a variety of shapes: some have curling horns like a ram, others have straight and tall horns like a gazelle’s, and some spiral upward like an antelopes’ horns. They have thick tails, four to five feet long, which lash or coil around their legs when they get upset or nervous. Their canine teeth are sharply pointed, and their eyes are solid colors—black, red, white, silver, or gold—with no visible sclera or pupil. Their skin tones cover the full range of human coloration, but also include various shades of red. Their hair, cascading down from behind their horns, is usually dark, from black or brown to dark red, blue, or purple." - D&D Beyond, Tiefling (Race)
Teya is known for being very supportive of everyone. She likes to be helpful whenever she can, but often she gets lost in her own thoughts instead. The green tiefling is
Background Teya comes from a bloodline of magic users that get their power from the domain of dreams. She grew up with her father in the heart of Ghaba Medina where he ran a small herbology shop. From a young age Teya was taught the secrets and sacred traditions of her bloodline. She grew surrounded by lush trees, the smell of incense, the sound of stained glass wind chimes flowing in the wind alongside handmade dream catchers, and more. Teya was always keen on adventuring, curious of her surroundings and wanting to see what's beyond the city of trees. She wasn't allowed to leave far, though, since all of her father's time was spent managing the shop where he treated people who slept poor.
Teya's mother had died long before the girl herself could remember, but that didn't hinder her life much. There was always a second presence in Teya's life besides her father: The Dream Weaver, a mythical deity Teya's family bloodline had worshipped for generations. Teya had always felt a strong connection to the Dream Weaver, so much so that her presence came to fill the absence of her mother. As she grew up, Teya never let go of her dream of travelling the world one day. However, as her father passed away due to a sudden illness, Teya was left alone managing the shop in his wake at the age of 16.
Out of tradition and the weighing sense of duty, Teya left to manage the family business in the city, using her learned skills to help sleepless people and lost souls. Occasionally, however, Teya would leave the shop for a longer period of time to travel around Azure with a small carriage - filled with herbs, incense, dream jars, and other odd trinkets - bringing her unique skills to those who lived outside of Ghaba Medina.
Appearance Teya is a tiefling with a greenish teal coloured skin and curly, antelope esque horns that tower above her head. The tiefling has pale silver eyes and a button nose dotted with almost sparkle-like freckles lighter than her skintone. Teya's dark teal hair is styled in a loose mohawk between her horns. The tiefling also has a lot of jewellery and other bits and bobs, most of them silver. She wears a dream catcher as a pendant and her horns have beautiful stained glass bracelets on them. Teya wears a loose fitting button up tunic that has been tucked under a dark brown leather corset. The sleeves of her tunic are very long and flowy and they have vertical slits that expose Teya's biceps. Teya wears ebony leather pants that have been specially made for her so that her 4 ft. long tail can move freely.
Allegiance Teya is on the side of beastkin, but she is isn't hostile around humans.
Abilities
✧ Thaumaturgy Thanks to Teya's infernal legacy, she knows the spell thaumaturgy. With it she can cause a small wonder or a sign of supernatural power within range for a brief period of time. Common uses for thaumaturgy are making lights flicker or change colour, making unlocked doors or windows slam open/shut, or make your voice boom louder. Teya's most frequent thaumaturgy uses are to cause a sound of her choice from a location of her choice, to alter the coloration of her eyes, or to flicker lights. Thaumaturgy cannot be used to physically harm a person.
✧ Dream Catcher Teya's patron deity is who shapes the form of Teya's magic. The ability to catch and preserve dreams is one that has been passed down in Teya's family for generations. It's something her bloodline has been known for, even. With this ability, Teya is able to quite literally bottle people's dreams - especially nightmares - into physical form. Once a dream is extracted from a person, they will no longer see that dream again unless the dream is consumed again. Teya's family has used this ability to dispel nightmares for generations. Bottled nightmares especially are quite dangerious if not preserved and disposed of safely - if a nightmare is released on accident, it latches on a target and causes them to lucid-dream whatever the dream contained.
✧ Lullaby Another one of the abilities Teya has been granted by the deity she worships. Lullaby is a vocal spell that is able to lull targets to sleep. Lullaby's effectiveness is amplified in combination with certain herbs, oils, and pleasant environments. If the target resists the spell, it is considerably harder to pull off.
Strengths ☀ Fortune-reading (dream interpretation) ☀ Herbology ☀ Preserving dreams ☀ Social butterfly ☀ Resistant to dark magic thanks to her infernal legacy
Weaknesses ☽ Vulnerable (Not made for combat, certainly not offensive combat) ☽ So devoted to her deity that she will follow its every whim ☽ Not very knowledgeable outside of her field of expertise ☽ Weak to light magic thanks to her infernal legacy ☽ Idealistic - things always seem better in theory...
Aava stared at the strange man talking to her, guard rising as something was given at her. A blanket. Aava hissed quietly before calming down again when she heard Evren's voice talking. Friend protects me. I protect friend. Aava complied when Evren prompted her to wrap the cloth around her. It felt strange, kind of warm and coarse against Aava's skin. It was uncomfortable and... Yup, it tasted bad. Aava dropped the hem of the cloth from her mouth with a small spit. Still, the blanket brought some vague memories to Aava, a primal sense of comfort and home. Although the näkki lived in cool waters, something about the warmth of the blanket stirred distant memories in her. ...Äiti. ('Mother') "Miss, can you answer a couple questions for us?" the same man turned back to Aava again. Aava glanced at Evren with big, questioning eyes, but the man interrupted her thought: "Miss, we need to know if this man has hurt you. Do you know him?" Aava looked at Evren with big eyes, trying to comprehend the language while she shuddered. "Evren... Ystäväni," Aava tried. The man frowned. "We can't understand you, miss. Do you understand English? Do you know this man?"
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