kingdomdressing | (no subject)

Entry tags:

roxas

(no subject)

[Walking through your dressing room, in just a pair of torn and dirt tracked jeans. A bunch of leaves and twigs are in his hair, looking like he'd been camping out in the woods for a week (which he was). He's also wondering if he can find a shirt in here.

And yes, that is a bloody rabbit he's holding by the ears with its intestines hanging out.]

[ooc: Werewolf!Roxas~. Additional info located in his profile.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Does that mean you could just as easily eat it raw?

Yeah. [It tastes better actually, but he'll leave that out.]

Gross! [Might just be your imagination, but he's watching you suspiciously now.]

[... Shrugs again. And while you're doing that, he's just going to go over here to find some clothes.]

[Follows with his eyes, at least, and definitely trying to put together all the things he knows of that like raw meat... that are people-shaped.]

[Getting warmer, Sora.]

[After factoring in his state of dress, or you know, lack of... plus the twigs, and the rabbit, he frowns. But there's this one thing.] You're- you're hunting animals. Why?

[Closet located. Digs around for a shirt]

For food.

[A good supernatural creature? Stands there looking like he's thinking too hard.]

What? But that's not- They never said anything about...

Aren't you supposed to eat humans? [And looks a little like he wants to retract that statement, in case you decide you do want a nibble.]

... Those're legends.

By the way, silver doesn't do anything if you're wondering.

[This is news to him, since silver worked a month or so ago.]

They're not legends, and it does. Just- maybe not on you.

[Shuffles uncomfortably, and oh hey what's that over there? Embarrassed much?]

[Blinks curiously]

I was made into one.

By another werewolf?

By the government.

The government, but why? Did you have a choice?

[shrugs] They thought turning kids into weapons was smart.

No one really knew the truth, so not really.

But that's insane! [Coming from the kid trained to kill.]

[sighs] You must think I'm a real jerk, jumping to conclusions like that about you.

That's what I said.

[shrugs again, tugging on a shirt] Used to it.

[shifts closer, leans against a wall]

The place you're from.. is it some kind of war zone? I mean, if they're making kids into weapons, it's gotta be pretty bad there.

... Sort of. Everyone's just scared someone else will come to take over, so they're all trying to come up with bigger and better weapons.

[trying to process this]

I'm... sorry.

Not your fault.

Yeah, but... Well, somebody has to be!

Are your friends the same as you?

Everyone gets a different skill or power.

There must be some incredibly weird ones out there.

My world's not like that. We've got werewolves, as you probably figured out, but they're not like you at all. If I was home and talking to one, I never would have gotten past the first few sentences before they tried to rip me apart. But we've got other stuff, too!