Name: Sable Fontaine.
Appearance: He has electric blue eyes. And I mean his eyes are really like electricity almost, just with color. His hair is black and kept at a length just short enough not to get in his eyes or stand on end, He stands at 6'2", which isn't uncommon with his kind, and he's strongly built with broad shoulders and muscles hard-earned. His skin is a bit pale, and scattered with scars everywhere; face, arms, legs, neck, back, chest...everywhere. He has sharp canines and a threatening aura. His wings are black and slightly transparent, of a proper size to support his weight without being a burden.
So I feel the need to give a little explaination on the people of this other world. The world itself would be dark and hostile with dangerous creatures living within it. The people themselves, would appear nearly human, but they have wings like insects, mostly butterflies but not as colorful. Not all of them have wings, but they all have the sharp canines like fangs, and any human to wander into their territory is food just like the beasts.
They're violent, even toward each other. It's dog-eat-dog and every man for himself. The ones in charge are the toughest, strongest, and most dangerous. This is what I've come up with at 4 in the morning.
I understand—insomnia runs in my family. Nonetheless, I’m still encouraged to lie in bed instead of spending half the night on the computer. I try my best to get around it.
Thanks for the explanation; I would’ve been a bit lost without it. I think creativity is at its strongest any time after midnight, it’s when I come up with my best ideas. It’s almost as if logic shuts down and imagination takes hold. I love the concept—this should be a very interesting RP. Do you think we’re ready to begin?
Yes, well, I was almost asleep when I finished typing that. Anyway, I think we're ready to start, although I'm uncertain as to where we should start...
Same here…I think it should be before they meet, yet after she is transported to the parallel world—as I’m not sure what would cause the universe to shift, or whatever happens to initiate a person’s transportation.
Well perhaps you should start out with the instant she arrives in the parallel world. She may not remember how she got there, then later if we choose to, we can come up with an explaination of how she ended up there.
((Alright, this is what I’ve got.))
If there’s one thing that could be said about Lynn, it’s this: she has never been this afraid in her entire life. She doesn’t know how she got here, in this world of death and destruction, but she knows her only priority is to stay hidden. At first, she had thought it was a terrible nightmare. In fact, she still doesn’t know for sure. But whether this was a dream or reality, her fear was real. As she observes the inhabitants of this world—or whatever this was—she presses herself flatter against the dark, bloodstained wall. It's okay, you’ll get out of this mess.
Sable sighed deeply as he walked through town, noticing everyone was additionally on edge lately. It was only a matter of time before he'd end up in another fight. He wasn't highly respected, because of his age, but he was challenged often because of a reputation for being strong and nearly undefeated. Only nearly, the worst of the scars testified of his failures.
He noticed a familiar face, Abel, and a few of his friends coming his way. First instinct was to get ready for a fight, but he didn't like his chances being outnumbered. Sable ended up ducking into an alley, and bumping right into a girl. Lynn. First assumption was that it was just one of the wingless, so he put a hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear. "Keep quiet, we're staying out of trouble."
When one of the winged-creatures ducked into her hiding spot, she almost had a heart attack. When he covered her mouth and actually spoke to her, she felt a stranded mixture of undiluted terror and relief that she wasn’t dead. That is, unless she was already dead and this was the afterlife. It was yet another possibility, but speculation didn’t help her. He…He must think I belong here. I need to play off of that. She tried her best to steady her trembling hands before removing his. With a silent nod she communicated her agreement. She was shocked her brain was still capable of rational thought.
Sable stood still, electric blue eyes watching from the shadows as Abel and his friends passed, talking about some fight they just came from. They all had blood from kills splattered over them. "Hey, Abel, who do you think we should fight next to prove ourselves?"
"I don't know, Demitri, I was looking for Sable. People are starting to recognize him, and I thought we might kill two beasts with one swipe if we taught him a lesson. I guess he's a coward though. Probably hiding somewhere."
Abel's words made Sable tense, looking away from the group. Once the coast was clear, he stepped away from Lynn. "We never speak of this to anyone. I'm not a coward, I'm just a survivor."
Lynn had been gathering information since the moment she arrived. Her observations, she hoped, would help her stay alive and get back home. It also provided her with a psychological advantage; if she kept her mind preoccupied, she wouldn’t shut down from fear.
After deducing the horrendous nature of this place, where the creatures are fearsome and kill for enjoyment, she was surprised to see that this one showed some form of emotion. Granted, it was shame and self-consoling, but still. It was…intriguing. She was worried that if she spoke, he would pick up on the different accent. So, she simply nodded once again.
Sable frowned. His people had heightened senses, and he hadn't noticed before, but this girl didn't smell right. He sniffed his hand where he had it over her mouth and shook his head. "You're a human...Haven't had your kind around here in years. You're wise to stick to the shadows." He flashed his fang-like teeth. "You'll end up someone's lunch if you don't."
She stiffened. He had sniffed the air before realizing she was different. They have advanced senses. It will be much harder to hide, knowing they have yet another advantage over me. She also took note of his fangs. She tilted her head, glancing back and forth from him to the street. “Not yours, I take it?” Her voice was quiet and shaking.
Sable shrugged. "Call me the black sheep, if you will. Sable does mean black. I don't really get off on killing things and devouring them as prizes like everyone else. I'm far from beign a cannibal like some." He shuddered. "What are you doing here? And why aren't you back where you came from if you know it's so dangerous here?"
She let herself relax a little. He seemed to be telling the truth; after all, it’s apparent he could’ve killed her several times over. “Well…I…I’m not sure exactly how I got here,” she said, her brow crinkling in concentration. “I’m not sure where I came from.”
"From the human world, obviously." Sable frowned and examined her, sniffing the air again. "I honestly can't tell you how you got here though. It's really a history how humans get here. But we say when one of us goes missing without explaination, they've run off to the human world." He sighed. "You'll be discovered eventually, and killed."
He frowned further. "Actually...I've heard talk they've been waiting for a human to come. Something about learning the secrets of traveling between worlds. I suppose it's so we can pass into your world and hunt...humans are generally more entertaining than emotionless beasts."
She sighed. Obviously, she had come from earth. Or the human world, as they called it. Her problem was that shed didn’t know where that was. Hence, she didn’t know where she came from. He informed her of a bleak death in her future, and even worse than that, another reason the creatures want a human.
For what little amount she had previously relaxed, she tensed double that. “I would rather not be the one to allow…your kind, to decimate my planet and its inhabitants.” She said, somewhat irritably. She wondered whether this was another planet, capable of being breached through space travel, or if it was some sort of alternate universe. She recalled that scientists where researching the possibility of those genuinely existing.
Sable shook his head. "What's your name? How long have you been here? What have you been eating and where have you been staying?" He didn't want his people going and destroying another civilization. He didn't hardly want his people destroying themselves as it was. He longed for peace. For easier life without so much fear of death.
Maybe if I help this girl, I could go with her and live with the humans... He thought to himself.
She looked at him and blinked. After a brief pause, “Lynn Fayette, roughly about two hours, nothing, and I haven’t left this spot.” He was strange; it was like he actually cared. She hadn’t seen or heard anyone like that since she disappeared from earth. Maybe he really is the black sheep. “Your name was Sable, correct?”
Sable nodded. "Sable Fontaine. You'll need shelter, and to be careful what you eat and drink here since what we consume is commonly poisonous to humans. I want to make a deal with you Lynn, but it means you'll have to trust me."
She didn’t have to consider it for long. She knew little of this place, except that she was food to all the murderous psychopaths, and Sable was her best—only—chance at making it out alive. Plus, what does she have to lose? What would it matter if she was consumed by this guy, rather than another? “Alright…I may be able to bring myself to trust you,” she said firmly, “but what, exactly, are the conditions of this deal?”