Roleplay

This is to much. The screaming kids, the dull lapse in the earthquake before it returned ten times worse, the cracks in the building that seemed to be glowing. It was to much for a person to handle, even someone who was usually good in hectic situations like Ophelia. But as she saw kids and staff running through the halls, her entire body just screamed NO. There was to many people, it was to loud, Ophelia had no control over the situation. Her previously calm exterior cracked, a small sob escaping her mouth. And she did not like it all, feeling sick as she stepped closer to the walls.

Seeing most of the students run off with the teachers to the inner school snapped Ophelia out of her almost impending panic attack. Watching them run, and still being slightly freaked out, Ophelia decided to not follow the adults who were trained to deal with these situations and instead went back to the calculous room, crouching down in the door way and clutching the metal frame. She watched as lockers, papers and other various objects flew around the hallway, curling into a small ball as some of the objects threatened to hit her. Like that, curled into a ball with her eyes squeezed shut, Ophelia missed the visuals of the huge cracks forming throughout the school, and the terrifying sight of kids falling into them. All she did was stayed curled with her eyes closed, white knuckles fiercely gripping the door frame as the school rocked and shaked before falling in to what someone could presume would only be a huge chasm. And the whole time it was happening, all Ophelia seemed to be able to think was Am I Going To Die?

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Pain. Pain. Pain. Scarred. Where. Where me. Where this. What. What this. What happen. Where. Smell. Fear. Smell fear. Smell pain. Where.

A beast was in the hall. Lying amongst the tipped lockers, strewn papers and broken tiles, a huge, canine lay, its head resting in the doorframe of the calculous room. It slowly rose, blunt nails making the scratching sound every dog owner knows as it placed it feet underneath its furred form, a small groan escaping it. It shook its head once, twice, the large mane of fur surrounding its head poofing out as drool flew into the immediate area from its droopy maw. After shaking the foo dog sniffed the air, scents from different people and places flooding the sensitive organ. It seemed unperturbed by the destruction and chaos that surrounded it, not even caring that it had literally been knocked out a minute earlier. Seeming to suddenly find a familiar one, the dog let out a bark, its lion-esque tail slowly shaking side-to-side as its brown-furred hide started a slow walk down the hall, stopping every couple of seconds to look through doorframes into the disheveled classrooms, take a sniff and move on. It was a foo hound on a mission, and nothing was going to stop it.

Smell. Smell. Friend. Smell friend. Find. Find. Help. Smell find help. Friend. Friends. Both. Help both. Friends.

The noice woke Alex up from his sleep. He yawned showing off all his mighty teeth. Then his hand went to touch his head, and her realised it had pointy ears. Then his eyes opened widely.
- What the hell!? - He groaned in his normal voice. At least that didnt change.
Then Alex looked at his hands, no, they were huge clawed paws.
- Am i hallusinating? - He asked himself.

Yet he felt so strong and powerful at this very moment. He got up and the desk fell off his wings making a huge noice. He then noticed his wings.
- Wha... what the hell is this!? - He shrieked and grabbed one of them.
They were soft and feathered and furthermore he could move them. He didnt know whether to be amazed or whether he should freak out.

Then his new ears picked out a slight noice of shuffling in the cabinet. His nose told him that it was Rory. He didnt even realise that he could smell and hear everything like a dog would do. He started walking towards the cabinet.
- Rory? Are you in there? - He asked.

Alex walked up to the cabinet and opened its door. He looked at his frightened friend and realised that he must be seeing what he is seeing. He wandered if they were both hallucinating.
- Rory are you alright? - He asked forgetting himself.
It was a rather akward situation for him but he was afraid for his friend. He was looking straight at him with his big yellow eyes, and they didnt look at him with lustful hunger but with concern. Actual concern.

Sorrell | Interaction: Ophelia

Everything had been fine. The day started boring, he was fairly sure he was going to pass that dumb question, and then suddenly it wasn’t fine. Next thing he knew, there was a fair amount of movement, freaking out, and general chaos.

Apparently, he had disassociated at some point because he could hardly remember what happened— at least in a clear way. It was mostly bits and pieces of chaos pertaining to Felix, Ophelia, and— hu. He wounded where his younger sibling had gone off too after all that.

A few blinks signaled things coming back a bit clearer, glowing green cracks and lots of definitely not normal earthquake happenings. Apparently he hit his head, so maybe he hadn’t disassociate to much if the slight throb in the back of his head was the reason for the fuzzy memory. Regaurdless, there were more important things to worry about at the moment, namely: Felix and Ophelia.

Getting up off the floor and seeming to ignore the slight claws adorning his hands and the sharp canine teeth which were definitely perfect for tearing into something or someone, off he would go to look for them. Sorrell took up his usual smooth stride, peeking out into the hall and stopping dead in his tracks at seeing a giant— no, the word didn’t do justice— dog.

One of the greatest things he had ever seen in his life, that is if he had been sure that the dog wasn’t going to tear into him. Which he wasn’t. So this could get interesting.

Oddly enough, the air seemed to read ‘Ophelia’, but not normally having heightened senses, he didn’t have a strong idea of where it was coming from. Smells like Ophelia? What does that even really mean, and what exactly would Ophelia have to do with, or be doing for that matter, with such a big dog?

Kierra - Interacting with Katie

Everything had been a blur. Actually it still was. She could barely see, everything was hazy as she cracked open one eye and quickly closed it. Too bright, but so dark at the same time. And her head was pounding like someone was drilling into her brain. No I'm dead. Is this what being dead feels like? She tried again to regain consciousness, but it seemed to keep slipping away. And something was started to pool around her too. Water? No it didn't seem right. Blood... "I'm bleeding..." Something or somebody was poking at her. Whatever it was it was sharp. Kierra slowly opened her eyes again and, "Wow, I'm really dead. Or hallucinating." Her mind was playing tricks on her... right? A dragon or at least some part of it was dragon. Quickly trying to assess the situation (but with a headache that as nearly impossible) she came up with that this creature would probably try to kill her. Always assume the worst, expect the worst and hope for the best. "Get away from me..." Her eyes flashed and the air crackled as if on cue a beautiful silver and blue bow appeared in her hands with a gleaming arrow knocked into the string.

Katie was definitely concerned with Kierra... until a bow and arrow appeared, pointed directly at her. “Gah!” She yelled, jumping back. That wasn’t right. Maybe she was still asleep, and this was one big hallucination. She took a wary step back when she heard a yell. She turned to look in a nearby classroom to see a horrifying sight. In the corner, a large, bipedal, winged wolf was cornering someone - Rory, if she remembered. Wasn’t he Holly’s friend? Either way, he was about to be devoured.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU HORRIBLE BEAST!!!” She yelled, charging into the room - only to smack against the top of the doorframe. Slightly fazed, she tried again, this time making sure to duck. The draconian barreled right into Alex, knocking him down to the floor and away from Rory. Huh. While that wolf was huge, she was a little taller.

She took a deep breath, trying to take it all in, before turning to Rory. He seemed a little shorter than usual. “Are you okay?” She asked warily, hoping he wouldn’t pull a bow on her like Kierra. She still hadn’t noticed she was a dragon. She should really be more observant.

Alex ear twitched when the rabbit creature swung by their door. He assumed that he was indeed hallucinating. He must have because this isnt real. Then he heard someone shout, and they were shouting at him. Baffled he looked at a dragon like creature charging at him, calling him a beast. Then what that supposed to be? To him Katie was the beast.

He moaned from the sudden inpact but didnt feel that much in pain, then he saw the draconian speak to Rory with concern. It was weird.
- Wait, you can talk? And you know my friend? What the hell are you?!
He questioned but he was in a good position to counter attack if the draconian decided to attack again. All four paws on the ground, his fur bristled, making him look all the fiercer. His wings were semi folded, they would be hard to grasp onto if she wanted to attack that part of his body. Alex didnt even realise he had taken such a deffensive pose, but he wanted to protect his friend.

Kierra

"What the devil is going on?" Kierra muttered. She watched as the dragon lady, for based on appearances she had come to conclusion it was a girl, run out of the room into another. Hopefully to not try to kill somebody else. Head still pounding she tried to get up, but her legs felt weak as she leaned against the wall trying to get to the door, her hands still gripping the bow tightly. Blood was still dripping down her arm from a wound somewhere on her shoulder. She staggered through the door and "Oh my god, she's going to kill him too!" The draconian was looming over some other poor kid, and was that a winged wolf? What was going on? Maybe the amount of blood she was losing was starting to get to her. "Don't you dare touch him." Painfully, she raised the bow, pulled the string back, her hand locking along her jaw. She hoped she wouldn't miss the shot. Actually if by all chances she made this shot, she hoped she didn't kill the draconian. The draconian, however dangerous was probably just trying to survive too. A tranquilizer would be nice. The tip of her arrow tinkled and then seemed to coat its point with some liquid. Aiming carefully she released the shot.