[ooc; dio is from the beginning of phantom blood & 12 years old whomp whomp]
[ scenario four - wendio haha badum TSH ]
[ a ]
[The skin around the nubs of his freshly broken horns itched painfully and he tried his best not to irritate it further by picking at them until the open wounds healed. Every so often he'd wince and a small trickle of blood would run down the side of his face, but there was very little he could do about except curse in frustration at the powers that ruled this world.
His head hurt, his ears hurt, and the never ending clawing of hungry in his stomach hurt too. Walking through the market streets with all the smells and sights of food and spices was almost blissful - if bliss was found in torturing yourself by hanging around things you couldn't have. Thankfully Dio was not an honest child and thus had no qualms about stealing. Anything to quell the ravenous appetite he was now forced to satiate at every waking moment.
Even with his distinctly animal traits he blends in well enough to quickly swipe a handful of skewers from a vendor's stall before disappearing off into the crowds. Having the meat so close makes his mouth water, but he restrains himself until he can find a safer place to eat his stolen meal.]
[ b ]
[He hears them before he sees them, fluffed ears prickling at the dangerous tone of their voices. It tells him enough and before he even thinks about it he's already breaking off into a run. A group of men, faces red and actions sluggish from alcohol, give chase after him.
That's what he gets for choosing to eat his (stolen) food behind some sleazy bar.
Dio has the advantage and he isn't too worried about being caught. In fact he isn't worried at all. He's faster, quicker, and smaller than those men who seem intent to break his horns off for decoration and with his luck they'll trip over themselves in drunken clumsiness before gaining any speed on him.
So he's pretty at ease and almost smug. As he turns to glance over his shoulder to see where they're at eating his dust he looks back ahead, but not in time to stop his collision with the unfortunate person who happens to be walking in his getaway path.]
dio brando | jjba; phantom blood
[ scenario four - wendio haha badum TSH ]
[ a ]
[The skin around the nubs of his freshly broken horns itched painfully and he tried his best not to irritate it further by picking at them until the open wounds healed. Every so often he'd wince and a small trickle of blood would run down the side of his face, but there was very little he could do about except curse in frustration at the powers that ruled this world.
His head hurt, his ears hurt, and the never ending clawing of hungry in his stomach hurt too. Walking through the market streets with all the smells and sights of food and spices was almost blissful - if bliss was found in torturing yourself by hanging around things you couldn't have. Thankfully Dio was not an honest child and thus had no qualms about stealing. Anything to quell the ravenous appetite he was now forced to satiate at every waking moment.
Even with his distinctly animal traits he blends in well enough to quickly swipe a handful of skewers from a vendor's stall before disappearing off into the crowds. Having the meat so close makes his mouth water, but he restrains himself until he can find a safer place to eat his stolen meal.]
[ b ]
[He hears them before he sees them, fluffed ears prickling at the dangerous tone of their voices. It tells him enough and before he even thinks about it he's already breaking off into a run. A group of men, faces red and actions sluggish from alcohol, give chase after him.
That's what he gets for choosing to eat his (stolen) food behind some sleazy bar.
Dio has the advantage and he isn't too worried about being caught. In fact he isn't worried at all. He's faster, quicker, and smaller than those men who seem intent to break his horns off for decoration and with his luck they'll trip over themselves in drunken clumsiness before gaining any speed on him.
So he's pretty at ease and almost smug. As he turns to glance over his shoulder to see where they're at eating his dust he looks back ahead, but not in time to stop his collision with the unfortunate person who happens to be walking in his getaway path.]