Myla
The nerd with the books
?Ryder & Poppy?
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One x One Ryder and Poppy
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Myla
The nerd with the books
It was late noon and the sun was just about to settle down as the moon became faintly visible. The sky was a light purple color and quite cloudy with a couple of dark clouds. It's already halfway through Fall and Poppy was the only person near the bare road. The bare road seemed to stretched on for miles and was surrounded by tall twig-like trees cluttered close to each other. Some trees seem to be forty feet high and a couple of them were broken on the ground as if they were struck by lightning recently. Everything was fairly silent except for the sound of Poppy's footsteps and her tail swaying quietly against the grass.
Poppy was a pretty small and dainty thing in her cat form. Usually, her fur was a pure white color that almost matched the winter's snow. However, today it was covered in mud, small leaves, dirt, and bits and pieces of grass. Poppy was pretty sure that when she shifted back she would have a few bruises on her. She huffs knowing there's a few more miles before she reaches the next town. As she walks on she thinks to herself, Stupid brats throwing me out here. One would think they would have more respect towards cats, but nooooo. Instead, they have to be little demons. She shakes her head thinking about earlier and becomes frustrated more frustrated after each passing second.
Earlier this morning, Poppy decided to shift and go for a small run around town. Usually, when she does decide to do this, people usually don't take notice of her and really don't care that much about cats since it's not uncommon to see a stray cat here and then. However, as Poppy was running this morning, she ran into two pre-teen boys. One was pretty tall and scrawny with twig-like arms and matching legs. The other one was a bit more chubbier with a baseball cap on his head and freckles across his cheeks. The moment she ran into their legs and looked up seeing their mischievous expressions, she knew they were trouble.
When Poppy tried to back up, the taller one picked up by her tail and she started to try to claw and hiss at them. She got a good few scratches in before they stuffed her into their back pack. They kept her in the bag for a good hour or two. Poppy kept screeching and scratching the whole time, but nothing, they didn't let her out.
However, the moment they let her out, Poppy jumped out of the bag and onto their faces not letting go. She clung onto them, scratching and digging her claws into their faces. The boys started yelling and shouting trying to get her off with no avail. After a few minutes, they managed to get her off .They threw her into a big mud puddle, but before she could get up, they had started hitting her with a stick. Poppy could've shifted back into her human form, but she knew that was against the laws set in place for shape-shifters. When the kids finally stopped, they left her there in the mud puddle and walked back home by themselves.
So now here she was walking back home by herself. Well, at least, she thought it was the correct direction back home, but she knew there was 50% chance that she wasn't. Poppy's body was sore with bruises. Every step she took, Poppy felt a stiff tense feeling course through her body. She didn't even know how she was suppose to get up tomorrow morning, nor how she was supposed to get home. She had no money for a taxi, she didn't know where she was, and she didn't have her cell phone on her. As if that didn't make matters worse, she was freezing and it looked like it was about to rain. Poppy thinks to herself sarcastically, What a great freaking day, just fantastic!
@Party Poison
Poppy was a pretty small and dainty thing in her cat form. Usually, her fur was a pure white color that almost matched the winter's snow. However, today it was covered in mud, small leaves, dirt, and bits and pieces of grass. Poppy was pretty sure that when she shifted back she would have a few bruises on her. She huffs knowing there's a few more miles before she reaches the next town. As she walks on she thinks to herself, Stupid brats throwing me out here. One would think they would have more respect towards cats, but nooooo. Instead, they have to be little demons. She shakes her head thinking about earlier and becomes frustrated more frustrated after each passing second.
Earlier this morning, Poppy decided to shift and go for a small run around town. Usually, when she does decide to do this, people usually don't take notice of her and really don't care that much about cats since it's not uncommon to see a stray cat here and then. However, as Poppy was running this morning, she ran into two pre-teen boys. One was pretty tall and scrawny with twig-like arms and matching legs. The other one was a bit more chubbier with a baseball cap on his head and freckles across his cheeks. The moment she ran into their legs and looked up seeing their mischievous expressions, she knew they were trouble.
When Poppy tried to back up, the taller one picked up by her tail and she started to try to claw and hiss at them. She got a good few scratches in before they stuffed her into their back pack. They kept her in the bag for a good hour or two. Poppy kept screeching and scratching the whole time, but nothing, they didn't let her out.
However, the moment they let her out, Poppy jumped out of the bag and onto their faces not letting go. She clung onto them, scratching and digging her claws into their faces. The boys started yelling and shouting trying to get her off with no avail. After a few minutes, they managed to get her off .They threw her into a big mud puddle, but before she could get up, they had started hitting her with a stick. Poppy could've shifted back into her human form, but she knew that was against the laws set in place for shape-shifters. When the kids finally stopped, they left her there in the mud puddle and walked back home by themselves.
So now here she was walking back home by herself. Well, at least, she thought it was the correct direction back home, but she knew there was 50% chance that she wasn't. Poppy's body was sore with bruises. Every step she took, Poppy felt a stiff tense feeling course through her body. She didn't even know how she was suppose to get up tomorrow morning, nor how she was supposed to get home. She had no money for a taxi, she didn't know where she was, and she didn't have her cell phone on her. As if that didn't make matters worse, she was freezing and it looked like it was about to rain. Poppy thinks to herself sarcastically, What a great freaking day, just fantastic!
@Party Poison
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eternitarian
perfect
Ryder never really liked "a night on the town," as his friends so called it. It always ended up with them going for a late lunch or dinner, and ending up at a bar, wasted out of their minds, no one able to drive themselves home or really even remember what happened that night. So, as soon as he was finished with his meal -- an oriental salad with a light vinaigrette and lemon water on the side -- he made up some excuse about why he couldn't stay out with his friends. "Oh, I forgot to do some paperwork that's due tomorrow," or, "I think I'm starting to catch a cold." Something that would gain a few, "Aww, c'mon! Stay out just a little longer!"s, but also something that his friends knew was a good enough excuse to go home.
So, here he was, going, surprisingly, under the speed limit. It wasn't often that the days were so beautiful. Well, it wasn't often that he got to witness them. And he took a back road home, you know the kind. Gravel on the sides, a ditch that floods way too much when it rains, pathetic looking trees that probably shouldn't even still be alive, but they push on anyway. He always felt a little bit bad for the ones who weren't getting enough sun, or had been eaten by bugs.
It took a good ten minutes of driving before Ryder even noticed he'd missed the turn to his house, but he didn't mind. He had nothing better to do, anyway, and it was nice outside. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his red and green flannel sliding down his arm, his free hand carelessly draped over the steering wheel. Water started to drip on his window shield and he slowed to a stop, slamming his head against the rest behind him.
"Great," he mumbled to himself, letting out a sigh. Clouds rolled over the sky, covering the beautiful, vibrant colors of the sunset that made his day all that much better. He wasn't worried about his car stopped in the middle of the road, but he was worried by the sight of the dark clouds. "The last thing I needed was a storm."
Looking out his window, he sighed once more, his vision blurred by the splattering on his window. But through the rain, he spotted movement. What was that...? Some kind of animal, for sure. Opening his door, he swung his legs out the side, his boots landing on the wet, uneven asphalt. Ryder narrowed his eyes, standing up fully.
"Oh, no," he said softly, reaching back in his car for his jacket. It was nothing special, but it would have to do for now. He made his way toward the cat, moving slowly to make sure not to startle her. Sure, was already fostering another one at home, but he'd only have him for a few more days before he was well enough to go back to the shelter, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal if he took in another until he could find her owner, right?
Kneeling down behind her, he wrapped his jacked around her and picked her up, holding her close to his frame as he hurried back to his car. He hated getting wet in the rain, so he could only imagine how a cat might feel. He set her down in the passenger's seat, slamming his door shut. His hands fumbled with the heat settings, but he finally got it to work the way he wanted and he turned the vents to face her. He was a little cold, but he'd make it. Who knew how long she'd been out for?
Ryder looked in his rear view mirror, making sure no cars were coming (none ever were), and did a y-turn, speeding all the way home. He couldn't risk her getting sick, and she sure as hell needed a bath. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he said quietly, reaching his hand over to the cat, petting her head softly.
So, here he was, going, surprisingly, under the speed limit. It wasn't often that the days were so beautiful. Well, it wasn't often that he got to witness them. And he took a back road home, you know the kind. Gravel on the sides, a ditch that floods way too much when it rains, pathetic looking trees that probably shouldn't even still be alive, but they push on anyway. He always felt a little bit bad for the ones who weren't getting enough sun, or had been eaten by bugs.
It took a good ten minutes of driving before Ryder even noticed he'd missed the turn to his house, but he didn't mind. He had nothing better to do, anyway, and it was nice outside. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his red and green flannel sliding down his arm, his free hand carelessly draped over the steering wheel. Water started to drip on his window shield and he slowed to a stop, slamming his head against the rest behind him.
"Great," he mumbled to himself, letting out a sigh. Clouds rolled over the sky, covering the beautiful, vibrant colors of the sunset that made his day all that much better. He wasn't worried about his car stopped in the middle of the road, but he was worried by the sight of the dark clouds. "The last thing I needed was a storm."
Looking out his window, he sighed once more, his vision blurred by the splattering on his window. But through the rain, he spotted movement. What was that...? Some kind of animal, for sure. Opening his door, he swung his legs out the side, his boots landing on the wet, uneven asphalt. Ryder narrowed his eyes, standing up fully.
"Oh, no," he said softly, reaching back in his car for his jacket. It was nothing special, but it would have to do for now. He made his way toward the cat, moving slowly to make sure not to startle her. Sure, was already fostering another one at home, but he'd only have him for a few more days before he was well enough to go back to the shelter, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal if he took in another until he could find her owner, right?
Kneeling down behind her, he wrapped his jacked around her and picked her up, holding her close to his frame as he hurried back to his car. He hated getting wet in the rain, so he could only imagine how a cat might feel. He set her down in the passenger's seat, slamming his door shut. His hands fumbled with the heat settings, but he finally got it to work the way he wanted and he turned the vents to face her. He was a little cold, but he'd make it. Who knew how long she'd been out for?
Ryder looked in his rear view mirror, making sure no cars were coming (none ever were), and did a y-turn, speeding all the way home. He couldn't risk her getting sick, and she sure as hell needed a bath. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he said quietly, reaching his hand over to the cat, petting her head softly.
