[Fennel and worn jeans, dark hair and stubble-this does not seem to be the typical fare of the factions, of the many nations.
And yet, that is who he is. A man-a wolf of a man rather-who wanders through the Free Market. At first glance, he seems to be a tourist, someone who has never been at the markets. But it's full of noise, smells, sounds. Some of which he's familiar with, and others not so much. But it all leads to one simple conclusion:
That of a man, an animal, overstimulated and trapped. Every new sound has his head turning this way and that; his eyes are too wide, his shoulders tense.
Care to help out a mountain of a man get away from the noise?]
C
[He's knows there are dragons in his world, and there are other shape shifters to boot. But...it's one thing knowing, and another thing seeing a dragon in real life.
Especially dragons that can go into space. It's an amazing thing, and Chika is fascinated by the sight. The adults he gives the respect to, and the youngsters he's got energy abound to play with.
But there's at one point that for some reason that Chika has his hands on a dragons muzzle, while it's got its head pressed against him. It's hard to say who started it, but...
It's either some sort of head pushing contest, or they're dozing while standing up. Take your pick.]
E
[It's true that Chika cuts quite the figure. He's six foot six, not pure human, and he could lift a person one handed without relying on supernatural strength. But right now he's obviously uncomfortable and trying to move around so he won't be cornered by his...fans, is it?]
Yeah, er, that's nice, ain't interested.
[Would he be so willing to give up his blood, one excited person asks, and Chika snorts, shaking his head.]
Hell no! What kind of fool do you take me for? You know the kind of nonsense can happen with blood lettin?
[His eyes are on the person asking the question and not...the person who's drawing out the knife. Seems they want a little blood or hair themselves! Uh oh.]
Gemaryah "Chika" Washington | OC
[Fennel and worn jeans, dark hair and stubble-this does not seem to be the typical fare of the factions, of the many nations.
And yet, that is who he is. A man-a wolf of a man rather-who wanders through the Free Market. At first glance, he seems to be a tourist, someone who has never been at the markets. But it's full of noise, smells, sounds. Some of which he's familiar with, and others not so much. But it all leads to one simple conclusion:
That of a man, an animal, overstimulated and trapped. Every new sound has his head turning this way and that; his eyes are too wide, his shoulders tense.
Care to help out a mountain of a man get away from the noise?]
C
[He's knows there are dragons in his world, and there are other shape shifters to boot. But...it's one thing knowing, and another thing seeing a dragon in real life.
Especially dragons that can go into space. It's an amazing thing, and Chika is fascinated by the sight. The adults he gives the respect to, and the youngsters he's got energy abound to play with.
But there's at one point that for some reason that Chika has his hands on a dragons muzzle, while it's got its head pressed against him. It's hard to say who started it, but...
It's either some sort of head pushing contest, or they're dozing while standing up. Take your pick.]
E
[It's true that Chika cuts quite the figure. He's six foot six, not pure human, and he could lift a person one handed without relying on supernatural strength. But right now he's obviously uncomfortable and trying to move around so he won't be cornered by his...fans, is it?]
Yeah, er, that's nice, ain't interested.
[Would he be so willing to give up his blood, one excited person asks, and Chika snorts, shaking his head.]
Hell no! What kind of fool do you take me for? You know the kind of nonsense can happen with blood lettin?
[His eyes are on the person asking the question and not...the person who's drawing out the knife. Seems they want a little blood or hair themselves! Uh oh.]