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(allright. best to just jump in it: this is my very first attempt at creating a scene, so Bear with me. Also, English isn't my main language, so some grammar mess is to be expected. so if you're a Grammar Nazi, then please look elsewhere.
The setting is set in Modern day NY, there are a few "shelters" for shapeshifters, kins and changelings, cleverly set up disguised as coffeshops, bars, nightclubs etc by leading figures within the Werewolf Societies. (a Kin is a human with shapeshifter blood in them. they are part of the society but cannot shift themselves)
Although open for all forms of changelings, the doors are imbued with spirits that weaves an area around it with potent magic, making ordinary humans want to walk past the entrances as fast as possible with the eerie feeling that they don't want to linger too long in the area. It is that very same sensation that tells the Changelings where the safezones are. This scene takes place near one of the few bars within the City. the rest of the history is up to you to write along with those around you!.)
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Varge was almost chanting to himself as if it'd aid him in blocking out the overwhelming sensations of the big City.
The Werewolf was now hurriedly walking down the busy street where people, kids and animals were acting like a roaring river!
Varge shuddered. He hated people... Well, ok so maybe not neccesarily people themselves... just when... there's a lot of them... gathered... you know.
Ontop of it all, Varge's massive size didn't really help keep him off the human's attention-radar. He was often the center of unwanted attention.. Questions.. Photos asking to get taken, laughs... He loathed them all...
He had to stop to regain his composure.. his senses was constantly bombarded with stimuli and impressions to the limit of what he could handle... In fact he started to get worried, he could feel the hair in his neck starting to rise, a telltale sign that he might lose it and frenzy if things got really bad and he'd fail to keep his temper down...
He closed his eyes and pulled up the collar of his Trenchcoat to block as much of the outside workd as possible in an attempt to block out some of the impressions.
Varge tried to think about the forest where he normally resided. The lakes, the reiverbeds, the thick green forest with the mountsinrange in the backgrouns... With enough wildlife to feed an... OMPFH!
With a snarl Varge staggered backwards as he had been bumped into by a group of Laughing youngsters forcing their way past him. their Laugh made him need to put an effort into keeping the reflex for shifting in check.
The anger subsided and eventually got replaced with a rising worry. He had to get out of the streets, and Fast, or else things was going to get ugly really soon!
Varge picked up speed, still the old Wolf refued to acknowledge that he simply suffered from a classic Phobia for crowds... That was a fact Varge had never been willing to admit. His pride would simply not allow him.
His eyes franticly searched for an exit from the busy street. the stores seemed basicly as full as the sreets and carhorns hammered the inside of his head...
He could feel a blackout closing up.. Varge Froze just as he came to the entrance to an alley... THERE! He could feel the tingling sensation of magic, but that was also more or less the last thing he could remember before the darkness in the corner of his vision consumed it all.
The next thing he could remember was him standing inside a room, his back up against the door, breathing heavily as he tried to get his bearings back. one picture that had been hanging up on the wall had now fallen down, shattered... So apparently Varge had been anything but nimble when closing the Door behind him...
As he looked about he could see that he now was inside a bar.. Thank Gaia!
He could feel the Bloodrush in his ears subside little by little. He could feel his fingers again.. things were going the right way.
With a sigh of relief the 8" tall man folded the collar of his coat again and looked about the room. It was indeed a bar, nearly empty, a few residents here and there could be seen, but nothing much... Just the way he liked it.
His eyes quickly fixed upon the Tender who was staring straight back at him, still apparnetly startled at the unorthodox entry by a man who had come in like he head the Devil's Hounds at his back.
Varge felt he was ready to try and move around, and gave the tender an apologetic smile before walking towards the man, a Drink would be well needed about now to calm the nerves...
The setting is set in Modern day NY, there are a few "shelters" for shapeshifters, kins and changelings, cleverly set up disguised as coffeshops, bars, nightclubs etc by leading figures within the Werewolf Societies. (a Kin is a human with shapeshifter blood in them. they are part of the society but cannot shift themselves)
Although open for all forms of changelings, the doors are imbued with spirits that weaves an area around it with potent magic, making ordinary humans want to walk past the entrances as fast as possible with the eerie feeling that they don't want to linger too long in the area. It is that very same sensation that tells the Changelings where the safezones are. This scene takes place near one of the few bars within the City. the rest of the history is up to you to write along with those around you!.)
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Varge was almost chanting to himself as if it'd aid him in blocking out the overwhelming sensations of the big City.
The Werewolf was now hurriedly walking down the busy street where people, kids and animals were acting like a roaring river!
Varge shuddered. He hated people... Well, ok so maybe not neccesarily people themselves... just when... there's a lot of them... gathered... you know.
Ontop of it all, Varge's massive size didn't really help keep him off the human's attention-radar. He was often the center of unwanted attention.. Questions.. Photos asking to get taken, laughs... He loathed them all...
He had to stop to regain his composure.. his senses was constantly bombarded with stimuli and impressions to the limit of what he could handle... In fact he started to get worried, he could feel the hair in his neck starting to rise, a telltale sign that he might lose it and frenzy if things got really bad and he'd fail to keep his temper down...
He closed his eyes and pulled up the collar of his Trenchcoat to block as much of the outside workd as possible in an attempt to block out some of the impressions.
Varge tried to think about the forest where he normally resided. The lakes, the reiverbeds, the thick green forest with the mountsinrange in the backgrouns... With enough wildlife to feed an... OMPFH!
With a snarl Varge staggered backwards as he had been bumped into by a group of Laughing youngsters forcing their way past him. their Laugh made him need to put an effort into keeping the reflex for shifting in check.
The anger subsided and eventually got replaced with a rising worry. He had to get out of the streets, and Fast, or else things was going to get ugly really soon!
Varge picked up speed, still the old Wolf refued to acknowledge that he simply suffered from a classic Phobia for crowds... That was a fact Varge had never been willing to admit. His pride would simply not allow him.
His eyes franticly searched for an exit from the busy street. the stores seemed basicly as full as the sreets and carhorns hammered the inside of his head...
He could feel a blackout closing up.. Varge Froze just as he came to the entrance to an alley... THERE! He could feel the tingling sensation of magic, but that was also more or less the last thing he could remember before the darkness in the corner of his vision consumed it all.
The next thing he could remember was him standing inside a room, his back up against the door, breathing heavily as he tried to get his bearings back. one picture that had been hanging up on the wall had now fallen down, shattered... So apparently Varge had been anything but nimble when closing the Door behind him...
As he looked about he could see that he now was inside a bar.. Thank Gaia!
He could feel the Bloodrush in his ears subside little by little. He could feel his fingers again.. things were going the right way.
With a sigh of relief the 8" tall man folded the collar of his coat again and looked about the room. It was indeed a bar, nearly empty, a few residents here and there could be seen, but nothing much... Just the way he liked it.
His eyes quickly fixed upon the Tender who was staring straight back at him, still apparnetly startled at the unorthodox entry by a man who had come in like he head the Devil's Hounds at his back.
Varge felt he was ready to try and move around, and gave the tender an apologetic smile before walking towards the man, a Drink would be well needed about now to calm the nerves...
