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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 20:32:19 GMT
Again, Marcel caught the purple forming around Adnarim's cheeks as she did what Marcel normally did, and glanced away. He wondered if talking about her tail was also a...touchy subject. Though, there was something about her blush, that relaxing purple color her cheeks emitted that captivated the hybrid's attention. He actually found it cute, which caused his cheeks to light up in return. Perhaps they were both just sick, being out in the cold for this long? No....perhaps it wasn't. From the moment Adnarim shed out of her coat, Marcel found himself, what was the word, attracted perhaps to her appearance, to how she acted towards him. It was nothing perverted despite his little 'episodes' but rather that of curiosity from never seeing, or hearing about this woman's species, and....the beauty she was giving off. Beauty.... That was a funny idea coming off of someone like Marcel who only thought of women awkwardly. He was never taught by his step father nor his mother about these sort of things, having only picked up some things from how the two would act around each other, and other sources. Of course this wasn't his first time being caught up in accidental perverted situations, but this right here, how he was seeing her....the thoughts that raced through his head...was certainly new to him. He continued to look at her as she spoke a bit hesitantly at first before asking a question regarding the hybrid's own species. Distractedly, Marcel answered by saying, "O-h right. I'm actually Saiyan. A bit of demon within me as well...." after a few seconds of watching her silently, his breathe visibly escaping his mouth while shivering some, he then realized.... Did he just....give away....his DEMON HALF!? Marcel's eyes widened before he quickly shook his head, closing his eyes in the process. "D-Did I say 'demon?' No, what I meant to say was...human? Yeah, human!" he said as he wrapped his arms around his upper body to keep warm, not really working out for him especially after taking that small snow 'bath' not too long ago. "O-o-oh silly m-e." he said, his words cracking up some from a combination of nervousness, and the cold as he attempted a fake chuckle before frowning. He had a fear of being judged negatively for being part demon. Though some others know of this half of him, there was only one he has told out right to, and that was Shemha. Luckily she didn't care, and they ended up becoming friends, but it still didn't help his fear. He glanced away in fear of receiving a glare, or a look of disgust from the woman. He actually believed that they could've been friends, but now he felt that he had thrown every opportunity of that out the window. He was prepared to leave if she had begun to panic, grow angry or wanted him to stay away as he continued to hug his own trembling body. He didn't want to cause any trouble, or to go through that 'hell' he went through during his childhood. Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 24, 2016 12:35:26 GMT
This man was something else but also something similar to Adnarim. Like Adnarim, he was stuck in a world that did not truly belong to him. He was a Saiyan and she was an Arcosian. Perhaps he grew up here, but that did not mean it was his world. His was an invading species. Even if being Saiyan wasn't enough to enough to isolate him, the demon blood seemed to do the trick. Even if it really wasn't true, he had already defeated himself in his mindset and thus making it a reality. On many worlds that were once touched by the Arcosian tyrants of the past, that hate of them still remained even if the Arcosians of the present weren't the same as the ones in the past. Because she is simply an Arcosian she has to deal with this.
The rivalry with the Saiyan race is a prime example of this. Chances are if she attempted to live on a Saiyan Solar Empire occupied world, she may not survive long. They weren't particularly friends with the Arcosians. After all, legends say that an Arcosian once destroyed their home world long ago. Did they truly get the revenge they sought? Probably not. Will they? Probably not. For this reason there would always be a... schism between the two races as a whole, but there were exceptions.
There were always exceptions.
The man before her was one of them. He seemed to have grown up away from the Saiyan propaganda and mental training. Here on Earth he seems to have grown into a kind, yet strong, man. If there's anything Adnarim finds attractive about his man, its his personality that seems so different from the Saiyan stereotype. That and the challenge of living in the face of his own heritage dispite the conflicts with the outside world. She has only just met him, but she has become appalled by his perseverance.
She stood on top of the log and walked upon it to close the distance between them. This way they were equal height. Her electric yellow eyes met his crimson. This man was doubting himself, the fool. She couldn't help but chuckle and raise her hand, resting it on Marcel's shoulder in reassurance. "You think I care if you have demon blood? If you wanted to wrong me you would have already. Quit worrying", she said to him, lifting her hand from him. She hopped down from the log and gestured to one of the tents adjacent to the large one containing her space craft. "I suggest you stay the night here in my camp. The storm is calmed now but could easily pick back up in the middle of the night. I'd hate for you to get caught out there."
wc: 462 twc: 4259
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 17:09:14 GMT
Despite hearing the tip taps of Adnarim's feet against the log drawing closer to him, Marcel continued to look down. He was expecting that she was going to attempt to kill him right then, and there despite their difference in power. Maybe she didn't sense his power which could explain her lack in surprise....or fear of it. Maybe she was actually suppressing her ki, and is possibly beyond the hybrid's league , or perhaps she had something else up her sleeve. Either way, Marcel was more afraid about her actually trying to inflict pain on him, then actually succeeding. He liked her a lot, and wished that they could've been friends. He wished that he wasn't the way he was... However, that didn't seem to be her intention. She lightly chuckled, causing Marcel to raise an eyebrow before he felt the cold touch of her hand upon his shoulder. His face turned towards hers, there eyes once again locked to each other, the fire in front of them reflecting off of each of their eyes. Did he....hear her right? She didn't care about that. She didn't care.....she trusted him! He just silently watched her as she spoke, his expression a very surprised one as he didn't expect that. The moment she took her hand off of his shoulder, and jumped off, Law placed his hand upon the same shoulder as his head followed her movements. Her hand was cold, but the touch was warm....comforting, and welcoming. He quickly glanced over to the tent as Adnarim...offered for him to spend the night! She actually didn't mind him being around? She had faith that he was a good person despite what he is? This wasn't the first time some one has accepted hm for who he was, first being his Step Father, second being Shemha, and now....her. It was weird to find people like them to him, people who didn't care about his 'unholy' mixed genes, people who didn't care about him being a 'monster' which is what he, and others called himself...Marcel was at a lost for words at this point, just staring at the tent then back down to her. All he could do now was get back onto his feet, walking over behind her. There were no words to describe how thankful he was to her. Without much thought he found himself, quickly grabbing one of her arms in a non hostile fashion, turning her around to face him before lifting her up to his level, his arms quickly wrapping around her upper body as his chin rested upon her shoulder, his chilling body pressed against hers. His eyes closed with a small, warm smile upon his face. Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 24, 2016 22:14:48 GMT
What happened next was purely unexpected. As Adnarim was about to turn and show him the tents, she'd find resistance. Marcel had grabbed her arm not in a forceful way, but in a gentle way. It was enough to stop her in her tracks and helped her start to realize the impact of her encouragement. Through his touch she could feel his immense strength, held in check completely by his nature. She then found herself turned and picked up from the ground, his muscular body accepting and embracing her. She could feel his arms wrap around her, enveloping her smaller body against his warm frame. Another purple blush of sorts rose in her cheeks. This was... unexpected. She'd return the embrace, resting her head against his shoulders and her arms wrapped around his broad chest. Although cold natured, this warmth was not uncomfortable. She thought back on his posture before and his nervousness about revealing just a tiny bit of his true nature to her. For whatever reason he was shy about it, it must have been a tremendous one. She realized she could have accidentally sparked something completely undesirable for the both of them. She had unknowingly tread on thin ice but succeeded. She sighed and patted his back, hoping to help ease him. "I had.. no idea you were feeling this way about yourself. You must have gone through so much Marcel..", she'd whisper softly into his ear. Her tail itself was a bit more restless, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation. She'd never been held... like this. This was all strange and foreign, but it wasn't necessarily bad. Time would pass as they held each other. Slowly the storm picked up around them, the white winds blowing over them. The fire nearby still burned strong despite this and it would seem the fires in their hearts would only contribute to their shared warmth. Adnarim had completely lost track of time, though she knew it would be best to move into shelter. The fire could easily be snuffed out and body warmth would only delay the inevitable if they stood there. She could withstand it but... she wasn't so sure about Marcel. He wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion. Her eyes shifted over towards his face, her tail snaking around sneakily. She'd jab its point playfully against his side, hoping to break him from his trance. "Hey. This is nice and all, but we might want to get out of this weather. Don't want to have to try and thaw out a Marcel-cicle again", she'd advise with a chuckle. Though it seemed appealing to wind down for the night, they had only just began getting to know each other.. and she wanted to continue talking with the man. Being stuck in a busted pod for an extreme amount of time in the vastness of space would do that to anyone. After all it was a long long way from Arcose to Earth, and her ship could only go the minimum of speeds. Marcel Law wc: 507 twc 4766
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 22:55:15 GMT
This...was certainly something. In the back of his mind, Marcel couldn't believe that he had just did this. Picking up someone he barely knew, and....hugging them like this, with his freaking shirt off of all things!. Part of him wanted to let go, to freak out before apologizing constantly, but it felt like he couldn't...or rather he didn't want to. The last people he ever remembered hugging were his mother, and step father, but even then that was years ago. The feeling of being embraced being, but a distant memory for the hybrid...until now. His smile only grew wider as he felt Adnarim returning the hug, her arms surrounding themselves around him, his eyes lowering some as she whispered into his ear. It was strange hugging someone who wasn't family really. Marcel always imagined that doing something like this would be awkward, that hugging was only reserved for family, very close friends, and others.... She had no idea how much he went through, how little he truly knew about himself, but it was obvious that she was concerned, and hopefully will be there for him. He stood there, quietly holding the hug. He didn't tighten it to the point of 'crushing' her but it was enough to let the Arcosian know how he felt, how much her words meant to him. He honestly has no knowledge of the tension between this woman's race, and the Saiyans, but if he did, he wouldn't have let that get to him like it possibly would with others. His step father made it clear that one shouldn't judge another solely on their species, but rather on who they are on the inside. An army of her species could come down here to this planet right now, and destroy half of it along with the majority of the population, but he wouldn't blame her for it, never once would that cross his mind. She had nothing to do with it therefore she is innocent. The sudden poke to the side from the woman's tail finally brought Law back to earth, raising his chin off of her shoulder in the process. He listened to her words before looking up to the sky. "Y-yeah. You do have a point." he whispered before chuckling nervously. He finally let her go before rubbing the back of his head, a small sheepish smile on his face. He waited for Adnarim to lead the way as he followed behind, looking down at her for a bit before glancing away as he scratched the side of his cheek with an index finger. "Adnarim...I'm glad we...shared that fish." he said, really wanting to to say 'met' but he just couldn't get the word to click. Adnarim Frost -exit-
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Post by Fleece on Oct 26, 2016 5:44:01 GMT
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