Drake Draven
07-24-08, 01:58 PM
(Out of character:: I am going to try to make this as interesting as possible! I would like to make a quest, anyone is welcome! ^_^)
Scara Brae.
Drake didn't like that name at all. It sounded harsh. Harsh wasn't even the appropriate way to describe how he felt about it, but he didn't know exactly how to word it in his head. Scara sounded like something you got over but only if you were extremely lucky. Like Leprosy, the plague, pneumonia even. Brae..The Brae part by itself didn't sound too bad but when it was paired with Scara it rubbed him the wrong way. Scara..Brae..Scarab, bug, disgusting.
Myrrh mewled in his left ear. Drake jumped from the unsuspected noise as his large thick fingered hand darted to his heart. She was a little raggle-taggle colored kitten of bones. Not to say she was a skeletal kitten, no, she was of normal feline variety...She was just very skinny. Drake had found her that way though and had only had her for a week or so so she hadn't had time yet to plump up. She was mostly black and flecked with orange and brown spots, had white feet and a white chest, orange stripes over the black on her right leg and above her white paw, orange stripes over the black on her face on her right side, and two patches of orange tabby stripes above each hind leg above the white. Myrrh was perhaps an unusual and slightly ugly little kitten. Her meow was forced and sickly, like she was being strangled, and her eyes were always runny and unfocused.
Drake loved her with all his big soft heart.
He had come up with the name of Myrrh on his travels. Along the way he had run in to some gypsies on the road. They were partial to herbs and spices for cooking as well for witchery or whatever it is that they do. When he had heard one of them say the word Myrrh as he was walking down the road and looking in to the little unfocused eyes of his new charge it stuck. From that point on the little kitten was named Myrrh.
That was a week ago today, Drake realized, and maybe he should celebrate that in some way. Drake only had one friend in the world besides his adopted father and that was the kitten sitting on his left shoulder. No matter where he went or where he stayed, she followed him or rode on his shoulder, content as can be being a traveling cat.
Drake turned his face to the left to look at the little kitten that was now furiously purring. She rubbed her dainty face against his beard and elicited a deep chested chuckle. Drake lifted his left hand and patted her very gently. His hand was larger than most human men's. The fingers were very thick and almost stubby in a way. Needless to say his large hand engulfed the kitten and could have easily crushed her. But the callouses and the scars, the thick bones and the thick skin, were like velvet and lace to the kitten.
Drake always wore a sandy colored wool cape. So perhaps it wouldn't have been as noticeable for passersby's to notice his girth. He was not fat in the least, no, in truth his body had very minimal body fat from his travels across the country on foot. Drake just had a very..unique..build. His shoulders were twice the width of a man twice his height. You see he was only 5'5'' and that was somewhat shorter than most men. The burly and wide shoulders were the anchors for massively thick arms and large palmed hands tipped with thick fingers. His arms looked a little longer than they should have been for his body. But they were in such a way that one seen it more as an abstract oddity, meaning, they might see it but not realize that's exactly what they were noticing. Just that something was a bit off. He had a barrel chest and strong muscular back that went down to a thick and wide abdomen like the rest of him. Though his stomach was flat, hard as iron, however it did not have the 'six pack' of muscle one would if they worked out. His legs were a little too short for his body and were also massively thick like his arms. Just as his hands his feet were bigger than perhaps they should have been. They were clad in black, steel toed, boots. He was wearing a long sleeved cotton shirt that laced up the collar, sandy in color like his cape, and that was tailored to his shape. Around his waist was a black leather belt, silver buckle, holding up soft black wool pants. Atop his head was a wide brimmed straw hat. It was the sort of style people would wear to keep the sun from their eyes and out of their face. Beneath the sandy cape on his back was an indistinct bulge. This would be from his dwarven style warhammer that he kept strapped on his back much the same way a longsword would be. Though the cape covered it. The cape covered all of that previously described because he was very self conscious of his body.
Right now, though, the hat wouldn't be considered too odd. Drake and Myrrh had walked in to the outskirts of Scara Brae at high noon. The sun was out and beating down on the city mercilessly. It made Drake pour sweat from every inch of his body. Though since he had gotten most of his clothes in wool he was used to sweating. That and his childhood...Just..Drake was accustomed to feeling uncomfortably hot. He lowered his left hand back to his side so that he could draw the cape closer around himself. As of yet he had to actually walk in to Scara Brae instead of the outskirt of it. The smell of salt from the sea and the sounds of the ocean over the hustle and bustle of city life was something pleasant to him, something new, something different.
Drake had stopped beside an area he guessed was used as homes. They were little wooden houses that just looked homey. A lot of them had herbs and flowers hanging outside beside drying fish. Children played in between the houses and women could be seen outside some of the huts lounging in the heat or fussing at a hoard of unruly children. Drake smiled at the scene as he continued to walk in a slow casually fashion. He kept his head down so that the wide brimmed straw hat would hide his face. Myrrh continued to purr as she settled down on his wide left shoulder and went to take a cat nap.
Drake didn't really keep track of how long he was walking or where he was walking since he was looking more at his feet. At the cobblestone and sand underneath his boots. The sounds all around him of life and love. Of good fortunes and new beginnings.
Though..Perhaps..he should have paid attention.
"Give us all your gold and no one'll get hurt!" Was his first greeting from another living being. The voice was harsh and cruel.
Drake stopped as ice seeped through his heart and his body. Through the heat of the day he felt as if he just jumped in to a half frozen pond. Slowly he lifted his face from looking at his feet and ahead of him. Directly in front of him was a human male. (OOC: not going to describe him other than that in case someone wants to be him)
Behind the man was a wall made of some sort of sandy looking brick, well maybe it wasn't even a kind of brick, whatever it was sandy colored and looked almost like it was melting in the heat. It wasn't too terribly high but Drake could never hope to jump high enough to reach the edge of it. His usual heavy lidded eyes were opened a little wider than usual to reveal obsidian black eyes. Drake was also not the most handsome of beings--so he was raised to believe. His head was large to fit the rest of him, and his face was wide, eyes set a little farther apart. He had a wide nostril nose that was almost flat against his face. Though, from the side, it did have a sort of bridge that curved inward not too ghastly. His mouth was wide and his lips a little on the thick side. But his lips and mouth were mostly covered by a very well kept mustache and beard. His beard was as black as a crows wing and shone brightly in the sun. It was straight and meticulously combed. It followed the wide square curve of his jaw and chin, meaning, it was cut in to the shape of his jaw instead of letting having grown out in to a point. His cheeks looked a little plump, however, it was just another trick of his beard because they were his rounded strong cheekbones. Perhaps now that one could see his face it was apparent he was not a normal human man. That or a very malformed one.
"I don't want to fight with you." Drake said imploringly. His voice was one for screaming out commands, it was very deep and very strong, authoritative. However he never used it in such a way.
"Then you should hand over your money!" The man commanded.
Drake swallowed a lump that seemed to have formed in his throat. He lifted his hands to put them on his hips. The cape followed suit and fell from around him to just his back. After this he slid his left hand behind his lower back and seemed to fiddle around a bit.
"Nothing funny!" The man warned.
"I-I'm trying to untie my pack.." Drake said in a scolded voice. After fumbling for what felt like eternity he managed to make his thick fingers untie the straps that held his traveling pack to the back of his belt. It was a medium sized sack of brown leather and that readily appeared empty. The only things in the sack were his second pair of clothing and his purse of money. He pulled open the string to open the sack.
Snatched Myrrh from off his left shoulder, threw her in the sack, turned, and ran as fast as his barrel legs would let him. Which wasn't very fast in all honesty. As he ran he held his right hand on the top of his head so that his hat didn't fly off. His sack was in his left hand as he ran. The cape that had covered his odd shaped body was flying behind him in his haste and the brim of the straw hat he used to cover his face was flying hind wards also. His thick legs soon tired and he was forced to turn around and face the man that was chasing him. Though, thank the creators in heaven, they were more in a public spot instead of a back alley. Drake tossed his sack against a barrel resting by some building or another and ripped off his cape. The wool fabric pooled around his feet. He was hoping that the man would stop this silly pursuit of trying to rob him when he could see how big Drake truly was. Oh, and the warhammer hanging off of his back.
"Please go your separate way, sir, and leave me be." Drake's voice was pleading. He backed slowly up towards the building where he had threw his sack so that no one could steal it while he was occupied. The money didn't bother him or the clothes, no, he just had Myrrh in there and couldn't bare the thought of losing her in such a way.
Spectators were already starting to gather around and say some odd things. Drake felt naked and exposed. Despite the situation he bent down and picked up his cape. He had to fight the urge to wrap it around himself to hide, instead he tossed it behind him, beside the sack.
Scara Brae.
Drake didn't like that name at all. It sounded harsh. Harsh wasn't even the appropriate way to describe how he felt about it, but he didn't know exactly how to word it in his head. Scara sounded like something you got over but only if you were extremely lucky. Like Leprosy, the plague, pneumonia even. Brae..The Brae part by itself didn't sound too bad but when it was paired with Scara it rubbed him the wrong way. Scara..Brae..Scarab, bug, disgusting.
Myrrh mewled in his left ear. Drake jumped from the unsuspected noise as his large thick fingered hand darted to his heart. She was a little raggle-taggle colored kitten of bones. Not to say she was a skeletal kitten, no, she was of normal feline variety...She was just very skinny. Drake had found her that way though and had only had her for a week or so so she hadn't had time yet to plump up. She was mostly black and flecked with orange and brown spots, had white feet and a white chest, orange stripes over the black on her right leg and above her white paw, orange stripes over the black on her face on her right side, and two patches of orange tabby stripes above each hind leg above the white. Myrrh was perhaps an unusual and slightly ugly little kitten. Her meow was forced and sickly, like she was being strangled, and her eyes were always runny and unfocused.
Drake loved her with all his big soft heart.
He had come up with the name of Myrrh on his travels. Along the way he had run in to some gypsies on the road. They were partial to herbs and spices for cooking as well for witchery or whatever it is that they do. When he had heard one of them say the word Myrrh as he was walking down the road and looking in to the little unfocused eyes of his new charge it stuck. From that point on the little kitten was named Myrrh.
That was a week ago today, Drake realized, and maybe he should celebrate that in some way. Drake only had one friend in the world besides his adopted father and that was the kitten sitting on his left shoulder. No matter where he went or where he stayed, she followed him or rode on his shoulder, content as can be being a traveling cat.
Drake turned his face to the left to look at the little kitten that was now furiously purring. She rubbed her dainty face against his beard and elicited a deep chested chuckle. Drake lifted his left hand and patted her very gently. His hand was larger than most human men's. The fingers were very thick and almost stubby in a way. Needless to say his large hand engulfed the kitten and could have easily crushed her. But the callouses and the scars, the thick bones and the thick skin, were like velvet and lace to the kitten.
Drake always wore a sandy colored wool cape. So perhaps it wouldn't have been as noticeable for passersby's to notice his girth. He was not fat in the least, no, in truth his body had very minimal body fat from his travels across the country on foot. Drake just had a very..unique..build. His shoulders were twice the width of a man twice his height. You see he was only 5'5'' and that was somewhat shorter than most men. The burly and wide shoulders were the anchors for massively thick arms and large palmed hands tipped with thick fingers. His arms looked a little longer than they should have been for his body. But they were in such a way that one seen it more as an abstract oddity, meaning, they might see it but not realize that's exactly what they were noticing. Just that something was a bit off. He had a barrel chest and strong muscular back that went down to a thick and wide abdomen like the rest of him. Though his stomach was flat, hard as iron, however it did not have the 'six pack' of muscle one would if they worked out. His legs were a little too short for his body and were also massively thick like his arms. Just as his hands his feet were bigger than perhaps they should have been. They were clad in black, steel toed, boots. He was wearing a long sleeved cotton shirt that laced up the collar, sandy in color like his cape, and that was tailored to his shape. Around his waist was a black leather belt, silver buckle, holding up soft black wool pants. Atop his head was a wide brimmed straw hat. It was the sort of style people would wear to keep the sun from their eyes and out of their face. Beneath the sandy cape on his back was an indistinct bulge. This would be from his dwarven style warhammer that he kept strapped on his back much the same way a longsword would be. Though the cape covered it. The cape covered all of that previously described because he was very self conscious of his body.
Right now, though, the hat wouldn't be considered too odd. Drake and Myrrh had walked in to the outskirts of Scara Brae at high noon. The sun was out and beating down on the city mercilessly. It made Drake pour sweat from every inch of his body. Though since he had gotten most of his clothes in wool he was used to sweating. That and his childhood...Just..Drake was accustomed to feeling uncomfortably hot. He lowered his left hand back to his side so that he could draw the cape closer around himself. As of yet he had to actually walk in to Scara Brae instead of the outskirt of it. The smell of salt from the sea and the sounds of the ocean over the hustle and bustle of city life was something pleasant to him, something new, something different.
Drake had stopped beside an area he guessed was used as homes. They were little wooden houses that just looked homey. A lot of them had herbs and flowers hanging outside beside drying fish. Children played in between the houses and women could be seen outside some of the huts lounging in the heat or fussing at a hoard of unruly children. Drake smiled at the scene as he continued to walk in a slow casually fashion. He kept his head down so that the wide brimmed straw hat would hide his face. Myrrh continued to purr as she settled down on his wide left shoulder and went to take a cat nap.
Drake didn't really keep track of how long he was walking or where he was walking since he was looking more at his feet. At the cobblestone and sand underneath his boots. The sounds all around him of life and love. Of good fortunes and new beginnings.
Though..Perhaps..he should have paid attention.
"Give us all your gold and no one'll get hurt!" Was his first greeting from another living being. The voice was harsh and cruel.
Drake stopped as ice seeped through his heart and his body. Through the heat of the day he felt as if he just jumped in to a half frozen pond. Slowly he lifted his face from looking at his feet and ahead of him. Directly in front of him was a human male. (OOC: not going to describe him other than that in case someone wants to be him)
Behind the man was a wall made of some sort of sandy looking brick, well maybe it wasn't even a kind of brick, whatever it was sandy colored and looked almost like it was melting in the heat. It wasn't too terribly high but Drake could never hope to jump high enough to reach the edge of it. His usual heavy lidded eyes were opened a little wider than usual to reveal obsidian black eyes. Drake was also not the most handsome of beings--so he was raised to believe. His head was large to fit the rest of him, and his face was wide, eyes set a little farther apart. He had a wide nostril nose that was almost flat against his face. Though, from the side, it did have a sort of bridge that curved inward not too ghastly. His mouth was wide and his lips a little on the thick side. But his lips and mouth were mostly covered by a very well kept mustache and beard. His beard was as black as a crows wing and shone brightly in the sun. It was straight and meticulously combed. It followed the wide square curve of his jaw and chin, meaning, it was cut in to the shape of his jaw instead of letting having grown out in to a point. His cheeks looked a little plump, however, it was just another trick of his beard because they were his rounded strong cheekbones. Perhaps now that one could see his face it was apparent he was not a normal human man. That or a very malformed one.
"I don't want to fight with you." Drake said imploringly. His voice was one for screaming out commands, it was very deep and very strong, authoritative. However he never used it in such a way.
"Then you should hand over your money!" The man commanded.
Drake swallowed a lump that seemed to have formed in his throat. He lifted his hands to put them on his hips. The cape followed suit and fell from around him to just his back. After this he slid his left hand behind his lower back and seemed to fiddle around a bit.
"Nothing funny!" The man warned.
"I-I'm trying to untie my pack.." Drake said in a scolded voice. After fumbling for what felt like eternity he managed to make his thick fingers untie the straps that held his traveling pack to the back of his belt. It was a medium sized sack of brown leather and that readily appeared empty. The only things in the sack were his second pair of clothing and his purse of money. He pulled open the string to open the sack.
Snatched Myrrh from off his left shoulder, threw her in the sack, turned, and ran as fast as his barrel legs would let him. Which wasn't very fast in all honesty. As he ran he held his right hand on the top of his head so that his hat didn't fly off. His sack was in his left hand as he ran. The cape that had covered his odd shaped body was flying behind him in his haste and the brim of the straw hat he used to cover his face was flying hind wards also. His thick legs soon tired and he was forced to turn around and face the man that was chasing him. Though, thank the creators in heaven, they were more in a public spot instead of a back alley. Drake tossed his sack against a barrel resting by some building or another and ripped off his cape. The wool fabric pooled around his feet. He was hoping that the man would stop this silly pursuit of trying to rob him when he could see how big Drake truly was. Oh, and the warhammer hanging off of his back.
"Please go your separate way, sir, and leave me be." Drake's voice was pleading. He backed slowly up towards the building where he had threw his sack so that no one could steal it while he was occupied. The money didn't bother him or the clothes, no, he just had Myrrh in there and couldn't bare the thought of losing her in such a way.
Spectators were already starting to gather around and say some odd things. Drake felt naked and exposed. Despite the situation he bent down and picked up his cape. He had to fight the urge to wrap it around himself to hide, instead he tossed it behind him, beside the sack.