Post by Derrek Cyrus on Sept 11, 2014 0:56:46 GMT -5
It had been a long while since Derrek had last returned to the City. Now he rarely wanted to leave it.
For months, the dragon shifter had been lost. Not in by physical means where he did not know where he was, but by more psychological means. He hardly knew who he was or what he was even doing with his life. It had got to the point where he was sure that the best solution was to die and let himself be killed. He had tried a number of passive ways, the main one being turning into his true form and being a menace or rather a "threatening" dragon. Each time he had been disappointed to not reach his end.
By this point, he had a good hold on controlling his shifting. Rosalind had taught him well, and he was fully able to use his magical abilities and could fly. Still, getting a hold of himself had not cured the depression. As a last resort to find some will to live, some reason to be alive, Derrek sought out a friend. And that friend had been Irene.
Irene was a noble woman who had been widowed years ago. She had two children and, at first, hated the shifter since he had been a hound. Eventually the two grew to tolerate each other, and at some point admire one another. She was very helpful with Derrek and had been patient and caring in regards to his recovery. For now, he was feeling a lot better. Not as well as he had been, but still a lot better. He no longer wanted to just sleep and waste away. Now he was performing daily exercising, eating larger meals, and was becoming more social.
"Derrek? You alright?"
The shifter had been lost in thought, all of this running through his mind as he and Irene were continuing to shop in one of the City's largest market squares. He was in his human form and wore high class garb; a fine, maroon tunic that fell down to mid-thigh. Since there was a chill in the air, the fabric was thick and warm. His collar was lined with beaver fur. He also wore a heavy black cloak on his back, attached to the tunic via the pelt of a red fox. With the sun being hidden by heavy, thick clouds, it was necessary to wear as much as he was.
Under his tunic, Derrek wore a practical and thin white linen shirt, followed by loosely fit black trousers. The boots on his feet were also lined with beaver fur (on the inside of the entire boots and the outside top portion) and were a light brown. At first glance, with the way he held himself and from the attire he wore, he held the atmosphere of a noble.
He hear Irene's words and looked over to her. His thin lips stretched into a soft smile that gave off a feeling of appreciativeness. Irene was truly everything he looked for in women, but he was afraid to press too much.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine. Just lost in thought," Derrek replied.
The market place was busy as could be. Merchants were yelling out about how great their products were. A few were packing up from even being sold out. A majority of the items for sale were produce and meat with some furs and fabrics. Derrek and Irene were actually hoping to find a blacksmith with weapons for sale. His gladius sword had disappeared. The way he explained it to Irene had baffled her and made her question his sanity, he was sure.
Basically, it poofed into thin air and was gone, just like that. Truly, Derrek was unsure of how to think about it. Every since then he has kept a close eye on his magical shield. Thankfully that has stayed in place, at least for now.
"Let's find a place to sit," he suggested. The amount of people around them was being to make the shifter feel claustrophobic. Irene nodded her head in understanding and lead him towards a mass of benches. She motioned towards an empty one and Derrek took no time to get over to it and sit down.
Irene could practically feel his discomfort and, when she sat down next to him, placed a hand on his shoulder. Derrek smiled. He took her hand from his shoulder, kissed it, then released it.
With a sigh, he knew she was going to ask what was wrong. So before she could ask, he announced, "I just need to get out of the crowd. Find somewhere to shift and fly for a bit." Or even get Triphus, his Noble Gryphon, to fly him around if need be. The Gryphon always stayed close to Derrek and was somewhere in the vicinity, no doubt getting into trouble.
For months, the dragon shifter had been lost. Not in by physical means where he did not know where he was, but by more psychological means. He hardly knew who he was or what he was even doing with his life. It had got to the point where he was sure that the best solution was to die and let himself be killed. He had tried a number of passive ways, the main one being turning into his true form and being a menace or rather a "threatening" dragon. Each time he had been disappointed to not reach his end.
By this point, he had a good hold on controlling his shifting. Rosalind had taught him well, and he was fully able to use his magical abilities and could fly. Still, getting a hold of himself had not cured the depression. As a last resort to find some will to live, some reason to be alive, Derrek sought out a friend. And that friend had been Irene.
Irene was a noble woman who had been widowed years ago. She had two children and, at first, hated the shifter since he had been a hound. Eventually the two grew to tolerate each other, and at some point admire one another. She was very helpful with Derrek and had been patient and caring in regards to his recovery. For now, he was feeling a lot better. Not as well as he had been, but still a lot better. He no longer wanted to just sleep and waste away. Now he was performing daily exercising, eating larger meals, and was becoming more social.
"Derrek? You alright?"
The shifter had been lost in thought, all of this running through his mind as he and Irene were continuing to shop in one of the City's largest market squares. He was in his human form and wore high class garb; a fine, maroon tunic that fell down to mid-thigh. Since there was a chill in the air, the fabric was thick and warm. His collar was lined with beaver fur. He also wore a heavy black cloak on his back, attached to the tunic via the pelt of a red fox. With the sun being hidden by heavy, thick clouds, it was necessary to wear as much as he was.
Under his tunic, Derrek wore a practical and thin white linen shirt, followed by loosely fit black trousers. The boots on his feet were also lined with beaver fur (on the inside of the entire boots and the outside top portion) and were a light brown. At first glance, with the way he held himself and from the attire he wore, he held the atmosphere of a noble.
He hear Irene's words and looked over to her. His thin lips stretched into a soft smile that gave off a feeling of appreciativeness. Irene was truly everything he looked for in women, but he was afraid to press too much.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine. Just lost in thought," Derrek replied.
The market place was busy as could be. Merchants were yelling out about how great their products were. A few were packing up from even being sold out. A majority of the items for sale were produce and meat with some furs and fabrics. Derrek and Irene were actually hoping to find a blacksmith with weapons for sale. His gladius sword had disappeared. The way he explained it to Irene had baffled her and made her question his sanity, he was sure.
Basically, it poofed into thin air and was gone, just like that. Truly, Derrek was unsure of how to think about it. Every since then he has kept a close eye on his magical shield. Thankfully that has stayed in place, at least for now.
"Let's find a place to sit," he suggested. The amount of people around them was being to make the shifter feel claustrophobic. Irene nodded her head in understanding and lead him towards a mass of benches. She motioned towards an empty one and Derrek took no time to get over to it and sit down.
Irene could practically feel his discomfort and, when she sat down next to him, placed a hand on his shoulder. Derrek smiled. He took her hand from his shoulder, kissed it, then released it.
With a sigh, he knew she was going to ask what was wrong. So before she could ask, he announced, "I just need to get out of the crowd. Find somewhere to shift and fly for a bit." Or even get Triphus, his Noble Gryphon, to fly him around if need be. The Gryphon always stayed close to Derrek and was somewhere in the vicinity, no doubt getting into trouble.