Single post in Chronicles of Gaia (RP)

Lucas Campbell A large pale humanoid lay face down in the dirt. He could faintly hear voices, though they were rather slurred. A groan escaped his lips and he had to spit out a small mouthful of dirt. With a start the creature jolted into an upright sitting position, one hand pressed against his head. His other hand rose to clutch the other side of his head, a high pitched ringing noise almost forcing him back into the dirt. Ugh...What have you got yourself into, Lucas? He stood up, a bit shaky from something he had no recollection of; one minute he'd been enjoying a good book, the next he was face down in dirt. In a forest. When there were none anywhere near where he lived. In a hurry Lucas spun around on the spot. "Wings? Wings are still here...Good. Perhaps I'll get a better view from up above the trees," he murmured to himself with an upwards glance. Lucas crouched down, then sprung up into the air. The only problem was that his prized wings wouldn't work. It was like he'd completely forgotten how to fly; something which he'd learnt at a rather young age. His failure to take to the air ended up with a less than graceful landing on his front, though luckily without another face full of dirt. "No good bloody..." Lucas trailed off, cursing quietly and grumpily under his breath. What good were his wings if he couldn't fly? And what angel couldn't fly in the first place? With an annoyed huff, Lucas decided that he should probably head towards the other voices as they may have some idea as to the current situation. Delta Caxton The young kitsune was draped over a tree branch, her arms and legs dangling about 50 feet in the air - not exactly the safest place for an unconscious person to be. Bright green opened, and were met with an extremely blurry world. Delta glanced down at her arms, then at the ground, then back to her arms. Then it kicked in just where she was. "JESUS ALMIGHTY CHRIST!" The girl yelled, half in panic, half in fear. To make things worse, she had to get down without her glasses on, and it wasn't like she could put her contacts in. My bag! Delta pulled herself up onto the branch until her front was parallel with it, then sat up and looked around. Her eye caught a brown that looked out of place - her bag. Only problem with that was that it wasn't in her direct path down, and she couldn't see. She dug her nails into the branch and slowly slid back until she was at the trunk of the tree. A frown crossed her face as she remembered he back. "Brilliant..." Delta growled, flicking her head about in an attempt to pinpoint her bag via smell. It didn't quite work though, but she did have a fairly decent idea of how far away it was. It took long enough, but Delta was soon on the ground with her bag and a multitude of cuts, scratches, and scrapes. Now she just had to find her glasses and she'd be fine. She could return to her favoured kitsune form and seek out the cause of her problems. While scuffling about in the dirt, Delta's hand brushed against a cool metal - her glasses. Happy to have found them without stepping on them again, she slipped them on. She focused her thoughts into changing into her kitsune form, though it never came. The now extremely irritated girl kicked the ground, dirt and grass flying up everywhere. "Lousy good for nothing forest!" She muttered darkly, swiping her claw-nails across the closest tree. Nothing seemed to work properly. Not her shape changing, not her heightened senses, nothing.