Who: Nikephoros & OTA Where: A street near the Church park What: A strange creature panics through the streets When: Mid-morning Rating: PG-13 Open: YES! Status: Ongoing
Waking in the morn, as always, Nikephoros rest on his stomach with his legs folded neatly below himself. His tail swat the earth, his arms stretched and flexed above his head as he growled a yawn of 'good morning' to his friendly Fae.There was no reply. Must be sleeping, he thought to himself, rubbed his eyes, and stretched again. He pushed his blond hair from his forehead, shaking it and letting the strands stand on their own. He got up, in a haze from resting in the dark of the wood, and staggered toward the opening of his hut. And yet....there was no hut. Nikephoros blinked again and spun around, suddenly wide awake. No little Fae curled against his warm side? None of his things! No hut! No mat crafted by his hand, no blanket on his hide, no trusty bow and arrows. No nothing. Nothing!
"AAAAH!" the young man screamed, his blue-grey eyes comically wide as he slapped his face. "Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!" Slap, slap, slap. His hooves stamped the earth as if to wake up, but nothing happened. He was still in the middle of a grassy area with buildings in the distance that he did not recognize. This was not Elysium. This was not anywhere he had ever been before! All at once he felt sick and curious and extremely fearful. His strong legs took him forward, pounding the grass and tearing it up as he charged toward the closest place.
"HELP!" he called, though not in an true English. If anything, it would have sounded more like Latin. "HELP!" Nikephoros called again, hooves thundering as he turned this way and that, a street not of dirt but of something more hard and clicking under his silvery shoes. What is this? It is stone. A stone path but of one stone not two. Panic.