Monster!
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Jun 28, 2016 8:21:58 GMT -5
The forest had subtly gotten bigger!
Wisp made it clear to expand his forest. After he came back from exploring what other forests he could find during the ten years he was up here, he decided to settle down here. He found it ironic that he would make residence next to the mountain that he was trapped under. I'm crazy, it's official. I am batshit insane. Nobody was around to watch him, so he mocked himself by moving around erratically, occasionally twitching his head like a bird. If he could verbally giggle in madness, he would. Now that his self-bashing was over, he proceeded to, say, do something productive today. Instead of lazing about like he had been doing the last couple of years, he took to the trees, plucking fully grown seeds from mature plants and putting them in a sash pouch. The ones too big to fit, he planted and grew. One tree at a time. The people who came to this forest were none the wiser. They never even suspected that something was making the forest larger. Wisp was ignorant of the fact that the forest he picked to live in was a national forest, and loggers were not permitted to even go near this site. Still, old habits died hard. Anybody with a keen eye would see that the trees were bigger than they used to be, the air was much cleaner, and the waters were crystal clear.
He kept it that way for multiple reasons.
Wisp allows the campers to come by and sit around, as long as they put out the fires they were making, and the people who went fishing were also left alone. He used the Willow Wisps to keep himself out of sight. He also used them for entertainment, making people see something out of the corner of their eye or make them have a case of deja vu. One family in particular had stood out because their young daughter had ran back to camp shouting about a "fairy". Wisp had allowed her to see one of his Willow Wisps while she was exploring and she immediately thought that it was a playful fairy. It was cute, but when she started bringing over mom and pop to convince them that she saw this "fairy", he made the wisp-ball disappear before they could get there. He didn't want mom and dad seeing it. They didn't have a child's mindset. They'd think it was something else. Wisp played with this kid for a while until her parents called her over for sleep.
The next day, they packed up and left for home, with their five year-old still talking about that fairy.
Today, though, nobody came to the forest. It was nice to just hear the birds instead of people running around and screaming. It was especially bad with parents who had multiple kids. Sure, he liked kids, but the noise was horrible. He wasn't sure if he could stand much more. Much to his delight, those were very rare, as handling that many kids in a huge forest was dangerous for them and for their parents. Wisp idly laid back on a thick branch, seeing through the "eyes" of the forest. Yep, nobody came today. Awesome. He also took note that the humans didn't go too far in, which was good because he set up his treetop home in the dense heart of the forest. He'd have to hide both himself and his home from nosy humans. Granted people would think those were just weird tree growths but he didn't take chances. The tree beast remembered something then and there. He heard humans talking about other campers that were here that had seen strange occurrences in Ebott's forest and were "tweeting" about it. Tweeting? Wasn't that something a bird did? Humans weren't birds. Why would they be tweeting? Well that was when these humans picked this forest to go first-time camping in the other day and he eavesdropped on them with Forest's Curse. Wisp screwed around with them to the point where they used something their thumbs were good at and started "tweeting" their friends, trying to get pictures with their phones. The pictures were of what he wanted them to see, which were a gaggle of weirdness to be honest. He had used more magic to twist what the camera took pictures of, which were weird shadows with long legs, necks, heads and disproportionate anatomy as a whole. They lacked any physical details which made them all the more fascinating. Unbeknownst to him, the pictures had gone viral on some websites. Chat blogs were buzzing with flame wars about the images with many asking if the pictures were related to the mass human murders. The pictures those humans had taken made them start running, as one of them starting screaming about the forest being "haunted". Well at least they left with their weird glowing rectangles going with them. Why he chose those images and not something more normal like a bear or a fox? He was bored!
Humans are so much fun in minor doses, but nobody's here.
There went his productivity. He still kept the illusion on himself (out of paranoia he kept it on him at all times) that he did not exist as he quietly made his way down the tree. Any onlookers would see that the tree would be rustling on it's own with nothing in it. Wisp couldn't hide his weight as he was very heavy for as lanky as he was, but he could hide everything else. This meant that anything he bent, broke, or moved would be seen as "moving on it's own" yet no sound would come from it. He decided to retreat back to his treetop expansion, to sit around and photosynthesize. The forest was an expansion of himself, so anybody that came in would not go unnoticed. Boredom set in even heavier, so he decided to use one of his Willow Wisps to go check out the edge of the city below the mountain. He could see through his wisp-balls as well since they were made of his magic. Yes he knew where the city was, he just didn't bother to go there. The floating ball of light disguised itself as a white stag when it arrived.
Majestic AND out of place.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
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20 years old
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Jun 29, 2016 16:35:57 GMT -5
The forest was full of deep and dark shadows and proved to be an excellent place for the Shadow hybrid to relax and take a load off. Slowly pulling his body out of the shadow of a nearby tree he slowly cracked his neck as he brought a worn backpack with him. Tossing it to the side there was a jumble of noises that came out as he cracked his neck and say down at a curved bank. After he cracked his neck and knuckles he unzipped the bad and pulled out a load of potato chip bags, soda cans, a notebook, pencil, and an old record tape with headphones.
He heard the stories of what monsters had to go through and he knew his dad and family used forest just like these to hide from the humans that hunt them down. But it was strangely relaxing here, like he felt the old souls of his past relative's still here comforting him. Opening a can of pop he guzzled it a bit before grabbing the pencil and notebook and turned to a new page. This was where he made all his ideas for the next graffiti art he was gonna draw.
Aw but the piece de resistance wasn't complete without one thing. He wore a grey hoodie with a electric yellow smile face with its tongue out and from the inner pouch he pulled a box of cigarettes, Dragonflies. Fresh new box too, tearing open the plastic covering and opening it up for one stick. In the other pouch was his lighter and when a flick he got it going and gave his first puff.
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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??? years old
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Jun 29, 2016 16:59:50 GMT -5
The wisp-ball disguised as the stag returned to it's master, teleporting away with a flicker of lights. Wisp had called it back.
Forest's Curse alerted him to a shift in magic. Through the same tree that Aesop had come out of the shadow of, Wisp was alerted to the man's presence, and to what he was doing. Seeing him draw a lighter made the tree beast sit up from his relaxed state. He forced himself to wait and watch as the male lit the cigarette then put out the lighter. Still, smoke could mean fire, so he kept an eye on him... or rather, eyes. Yes he was seeing this man through every possible angle through every plant in the forest. He could smell the smoke rising from the cigarette, the feel of a worn backpack (with all the items shifting in it as it was cast aside) and boots in the grass, the taste of ash, and the sound of the lighter making the spark for the flame as well as everything being drawn out of that backpack of his. Wisp didn't even need to leave his treetop home to have all these senses coming in simultaneously. Not wanting to leave his hidden haven and not wanting to let this man do something stupid either, he sent a Willow Wisp away, the ball of light silently teleporting itself to Aesop's location. The wisps he made never left a magical residue trail due to their ability to teleport, so he wouldn't be tracked back to his location.
The ball of light appeared behind the shadow man, then after a moment of silence it let him know that it was there by making the equivalent sound of windchimes in a light breeze. It didn't do anything else but gently hover.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
is Heterosexual
20 years old
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Jun 29, 2016 17:11:01 GMT -5
At first he didn't sense anything and simply went onto to working on his next project but he saw something softly bright out the corner of his eye and the sense of 'something' watching him. He didn't have any weapons other than his own magic and unfolded his hoodie sleeves to hide the shadows wrapping around his arms that would show the black armor appearing on his right hand and wrist before turning around fast and gearing up to punch whatever was eyeing him.
"Alright..what's going on?" He was now confused to see a floating ball of light in what he expected to be a nosey punk or even an animal about to jump on him. This was a bit weirder than he expected but he didn't freak out. Monsters and stuff lived all over so he thought t might be one of those freedom of the wild types. He closed the notebook and dapper away some of the ash on he cigarette before waving.
"Yo little fella, how's it going?"
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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is hetero?
??? years old
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Jun 29, 2016 17:27:02 GMT -5
The little ball of light bounced up and down in the air, making jingling noises as if to say hi.
It seemed to "turn" to where the ash fell, and it bounced up and down on top of it, making sure that it wouldn't cause a spark to form. After that, it made a short, clipped noise of metal screeching against metal as the ball "looked" down where the ash was smothered. It decided that the male with the cigarette was more interesting. The jittery ball spun around him, ribbons of magic trailing it like a tail with it's movements. It was fast when it wanted to be. It seemed to be checking him out! Wisp was curious (his curiosity showing due to the distance between him and Aesop being comfortable), so he made the ball look curious too. It stuffed itself into his backpack, moving it around like some housepet walking around with a box still on top of it. The lump shifted, searching the backpack curiously.
It kept making jingling noises every time it moved the backpack around.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
is Heterosexual
20 years old
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Jun 29, 2016 20:31:48 GMT -5
At first he was finding the little ball annoying circling around like a bug, he was trying his best not to swat at the little thing before it fluttered away into his bag. Like a young puppy it flowed into his bag and made him laugh a bit. He let it play around before reaching a small plastic bag from the bag's side pockets as it fished around to pop in a cigarette bud before using his shadows to form a hand and grab the little sparkling and charming ball. Pulling it closer to examine it himself he chuckled and said, "Easy little guy, can I first get a name from you before I let you start sniffing through my stuff."
Monsters were definitely a strange lot but a lot he enjoyed talking to. Who knows maybe there is more to this little guy than he first thought.
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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??? years old
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Jun 29, 2016 21:20:22 GMT -5
When it was grabbed and pulled out, the "little" ball started cooing like a pigeon.
Wisp suddenly paused when the shadow man asked for a name. Should I tell him or should I make one up? Well... maybe... it wouldn't hurt to tell the real thing.... The ball vanished from his grip, then suddenly re-appeared in front of him much bigger than it was previously. It had gone from the size of a bug to the size of a basketball with no chill. The ball of light danced in the air, using it's "trail tail" to spell out something in the air.
The trail tail spelled out WISP in a stringy scrawl of multi-colored lights, like somebody wrote it from a quill with rainbow ink.
The word hung in the air for a second before it faded off. Wisp still wasn't sure why he had done that. Was he that lonely? He would have to think on this later. The big ball of light made another chiming sound, lazily floating around the shadow arm. It seemed curious about that. It decided to gently bop it, bounce on it, bump it, and overall experimenting with it. It was indeed a glowing ball, but because it was able to bump into him, it had mass as well. It didn't just phase right through him. It was also surprisingly rock-hard given how soft it looked. Wisp decided to toy with him further, just to get the full scope of what he was really like. Right now, he seemed alright, then again he was far away from him.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
is Heterosexual
20 years old
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Jul 2, 2016 15:57:26 GMT -5
"Wisp huh? Well it's nice to meet ya and hey!!" Now it was getting old as he swat at the thing constantly hitting him. He can understand games and pranks but this was just annoying after a moment. The shadowy armor flowed back onto his hands as he tried to reach the thing with inhuman speed. He didn't want to waste stamina with his powers but sometimes enough is enough. When he finally caught the damn thing he was he was breathing slightly heavier.
"Alright Wisp..you and me got to talk about something call personal space."He held it firmly in his hand making sure this time it wouldn't slip out and continue this onslaught. This was supposed to be an easy afternoon for him and though he liked company he had to set some ground rules, and he wasn't sure if everything that comes in his path was neccesarily friendly at heart..he did become a close victim of a devil tot. "Now I'mma let you go..and your gonna stop hitting me? You understand?"
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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??? years old
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Jul 2, 2016 16:18:30 GMT -5
Well now Wisp knew that this guy had issues, just like him.
The ball make a sound akin to beads hitting the interior of a hollow stick, basically the sound of a rainstick. It disappeared again, teleporting out of his grip, but reappeared as something much friendlier in appearance. It appeared as a songbird. Wisp let Aesop know that it was the same ball by making the songbird's eyes softly glow the same light as the ball's "true state". The bird was up in a tree, chilling on the lowest branch and singing at the shadowman. Wisp knew what it was like to be in his agitated state. People who strayed too close to the dense center of the woods brought out his agitation as they were coming too close to his sanctuary. Granted, he made it invisible to nosy people, but he still didn't want them getting near it. Listening to the birds tended to help ease it, as well as watching the curious explorers leave. Maybe birds might help?
Aesop might take it the wrong way though.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
is Heterosexual
20 years old
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Jul 2, 2016 16:53:22 GMT -5
Dissapearing again Aesop raised his arms to block another round of blows but instead he was faced with a bird's musical whistling. Relaxing and slowly dropping his guard he placed his hands on his hips shaking his head. He felt like he was dealing with a kid and though he had bad history with kids he was gonna give this ONE moment slide. He felt like maybe it didn't know any better. Sighing again he dropped his back against the tree behind him and relaxed while it chirped away. It sounded peaceful and he felt a bit calmer.
"Alright alright I won't grab ya again but as long as you don't hit me again we're square."The hoodlum even let a smile, and that's as rare as seeing snow in a dust storm. He raised his hand to let the little guy float to his finger as a show of faith.
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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Jul 2, 2016 17:25:13 GMT -5
The bird chirped a set of triplet notes, meaning that it understood.
Wisp decided to send out five more wisp-balls, all of them disguised as the same bird minus the glowing eyes. They decided to hide in the trees, higher than the bird below. The bird hopped from the low branch onto Aesop's finger, where it started a complex melody. The other "birds" hiding above joined it, having a natural orchestra on their own. They were followed by the other birds in the area. Wisp had used half his ball reserves for this one. Normally it took about a maximum of three to get people to go. Why did he want him to stay? Oh, yeah, loneliness. That was always a factor. Still, the melody was nice, even to his own "ears". He honestly preferred the natural birds singing, not these "copies". Wisp kept up the melody, wanting him to relax more.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
is Heterosexual
20 years old
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Jul 4, 2016 8:13:25 GMT -5
He honestly wasn't sure if he was getting relaxed or creeped out, it made sense for one bird to jump in but a whole chorus of them? Maybe he was just overthinking things but it still kept him slightly on edge. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself first, he could guess this thing was some type of Monster so this was its magic atleast at work right? It only made sense if he thought about it. Then hopefully he didn't have nothing to worry about, but he always had suspicions. Maybe living in the streets just gave him a mistrust in people even the nicer than most monsters, but it kept him alive when he could have been dead.
The more he listened to the bird's song the more he was getting an idea for a song. Looking around he grabbed some sturdy looking twigs and looked for something that would make a good enough sound, backpack? Nope, tree's...maybe. He finally hit it against a semi large rock and it made a light sound like a xylophone. Perfect. He let the birds chirp for a minute before he jumped in tapping to a fast paced rhythm they were making.
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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Jul 4, 2016 15:50:31 GMT -5
Oh? He's a music maker? Well, let's dance.
The birds sang along, harmonizing to the rhythm being produced by Aesop. Apparently he became the drummer (sort of) and they the rest of the orchestra. The melody they were producing was upbeat, energetic, and loud. It was as if the entire forest was dancing to the music. This was what his mother must've meant when she mentioned "musical trees". His people were party animals, and this was how they partied. Lots and lots of upbeat, dance-worthy music made from natural sources. His parents weren't so upbeat for obvious reasons, but the stories they told to him about the traditions and habits of his kind made his "breed" look like the most carefree of Monsters. He didn't think he'd be making music with somebody who wasn't a Trevenant, but here he was, having singing birds and rock xylophones breaking the natural silence. The guy was really good. Wisp was actually enjoying himself immensely, more so than the times he screwed around with the campers that usually come by. Did this guy write his own music?
Needless to say, it looked like he was giving him some ideas, so he continued with the avian symphony.
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You can't have death without life.
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Hybrid!
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Male
is Heterosexual
20 years old
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Jul 9, 2016 10:07:39 GMT -5
Today seemed to be eventful after all, after meeting this strange creature he wondered if it might bug him to the ends of the earth but now he was jamming a new tune for Mother Nature. Aesop loves music but he normally isn't the type to let people here it, instead they can catch on of his artworks on the streets if they want something public. But now he was tapping sticks to a new beat with a good accompaniment. A smile caught on his face rocking his head to the song and decided to change it up.
"Alright boys, let's see what you got for this."
He stopped the rhythm he was giving and started a slower one and gave his own whistle for them to follow that gave smooth ride of highs and lows waiting for them to catch on to get the tempo down. It's always fun to try and experiment with music if it goes bad he could always switch it out with something more to their liking.
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Don't know me yet? Well your about to..
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Monster!
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is hetero?
??? years old
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Jul 11, 2016 14:10:05 GMT -5
If Wisp had a jaw to smile with, he would be wearing one.
Flowers bloomed in places on his arms, neck, and parts of his shins, each flower it's own color. He was genuinely amused! This was fun! The birds had ended their song when the tempo changed, turning an inner ear to the new beat. One of them started, then the rest joined in. The birds rode the waves of tempo, like riding a wave on the beach. Wisp had a keen ear for music, just like his parents did. This shadowman also had a very keen ear for music. Maybe something like this was a stepping stone to making a friend? It seemed like it, however his observations on humans and Monsters alike made him re-think it. Everyone was different. This man liked music, so music he shall get! The birds sang along, putting their own twist on the melody that somehow worked in a strange way. It was a bold move for sure. The inclusion of an large owl as bass was pretty cool too, but Wisp had to send out another wisp-ball for that one.
Wisp was skittish, but if he wasn't so skittish, he'd be making friends already.
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You can't have death without life.
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