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Summary: The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Xenos from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Xenos that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Xeno drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains swearing and a naked Marland. :P
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
Other(s) is now Xeno(s). Whhhhy didn't I change it sooner? Kinda wanted 'stranger from another world', but, uh, quick search and I came up with Xenokosmos? *snerk* Yeah. My language skills are very basic so that was probably the wrong usage anyway. XD;; I'm…not sure if you're supposed to pluralise it like this either. D: I'm not used to hearing the s. Although, ooo, 'stranger from a portal/gateway' could be xenopyli.
I was hoping for a drying scene with Marland and Ronthar (and Marland taking a bath because he couldn't fit in the shower) but it didn't work. Sadness.
Waaaaah, I'm back to overthinking and not writing much because it has to be perfect when it comes out! D: D: So back to 'I don't care if I've used that same word in the previous three sentences – it's the first thing that came to mind, so it's getting put down!'
*facepalm self* I thought I'd learned not to stick with Marland 24/7?
Pfft. I thought I was going to finish this at 80k, pushing it? Why have I still not learned that I always underestimate my word count by a lot?
I was kinda hoping to reach 2k with this part and pass the 80k mark, but yeeeeah, Noblesse happened. XD;
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 918
Total word count: 78,934
Status: Work in Progress
Marland wasn't surprised; he normally felt unsettled whenever he saw Kendal grin in any kind of way. But it was good to know that the collar could come off.
They fell into an uneasy silence after that, neither of them attempting to begin another conversation. Or neither of them knew what to say – Marland certainly didn't. Were they going to stay like this until someone came into the room?
Growling quietly to himself, his ears sinking, he carefully curled up on the bed, trying to keep Ronthar out of his view. He'd just woken up and while he felt weak, he wasn't on the verge of falling asleep again either.
His bladder wasn't interested in resting either. Ugh, dammit. "Where's the toilet?" Like that didn't sound like he wasn't trying to escape and hide, he realised belatedly.
"Oh," Ronthar said, straightening slightly. "It's down the corridor, on your left."
He grunted in response.
While he was testing to see if his legs were able to hold his body weight, Ronthar continued on. "There's clean trousers on the end of your bed-"
Marland blinked and looked down; he'd thought had been more of the covers.
"-but they weren't sure if they'd fit."
Which was why there were three different pairs. He picked up the first one and checked the label – that was the right size, and the legs were loose enough for his toes to get through easily as well. "Should be okay." Just in case, he picked up the second one as well.
He left without saying another word, and tried to ignore the fact that his ears had been down and felt like they were going to stay like that while they had been talking. His muscles were stiff as he walked down the hall, like they only had half their manoeuvrability and he could feel every pull, every movement they made. His wing was a warm, dull ache that sharpened briefly with every step, but it was ignorable, up to a point.
The toilet was pretty spacious, he had to admit, once he'd locked the door behind him. Though he didn't get the line of products that crowded around the bathtub. There were five people living here though, so maybe that was why – it wasn't like he'd ever needed shampoo or conditioner, or knew how much you needed for it to work properly.
He relieved himself with a hand braced on the wall, and then eyed the shower. Since he had a clean change of clothes now… He was also aware of just how much he stank. There was still some dried blood on him that he hadn't realised was still there, and he brushed at them, trying to scrub them away. The shower was thankfully above the bath, so he wouldn't have too many problems getting in or out and the controls didn't look too different from his own.
He peeled himself out of his trousers, ears flattening again at the dark stains that trailed down it, obvious against the tan fabric. He was pretty sure he was going to burn it as soon as he was able; he didn't want to see it again, and he doubted he'd be able to get the stains out no matter how much he tried. Eyes flicking away, he dumped it on the floor and awkwardly climbed into the bath, trying to make sure he didn't topple everything over. He grabbed one bottle, peered at it long enough to see that it was body gel and brought it to where the taps were. A press of a button later, the controls beeped and water started hissing down on top of him.
His ears had already been down in preparation so the water couldn't get in and he closed his eyes, just letting the sensation wash over him. That… felt really good. He sagged a little, wanting to lean on the wall, but that was too awkward, too bothersome to do so he just stood there with his head bowed. He ignored every little thought in his head, ignored everything else and let himself be hypnotised by the constant drum of the water as it hit something and the drone of the shower.
After a few minutes, it felt like his muscles had started to relax and he took a deep breath, pulling himself away from his stupor. He reached for the bottle and opened it; his nose twitched as the strong scent of –he squinted at the label again- lavender attempted to imprint itself into his brain. Movements slow and automated, he cleaned himself, glad that the blood that had stubbornly stayed in place amongst his scales flaked off easily.
When he was done, he switched off the shower and stepped out, feeling a lot looser than before he started. He arched his back and unfurled his wings slowly, revelling just at the feeling of being able to do that without too much trouble. He wasn't able to extend them fully, his left wing only able to move a quarter of the way before halting, but it was enough to make him feel a bit better.
Drying himself didn't take long, and while the trousers were looser than what he was used to, they wouldn't fall off his hips either. He hesitated at the door though, his hand halting above the lock. He stared at it for a few seconds, his ears flattening slowly before he growled at himself. He wouldn't have cared about the awkward silence before!
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Summary: The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Xenos from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Xenos that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Xeno drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains swearing and a naked Marland. :P
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
Other(s) is now Xeno(s). Whhhhy didn't I change it sooner? Kinda wanted 'stranger from another world', but, uh, quick search and I came up with Xenokosmos? *snerk* Yeah. My language skills are very basic so that was probably the wrong usage anyway. XD;; I'm…not sure if you're supposed to pluralise it like this either. D: I'm not used to hearing the s. Although, ooo, 'stranger from a portal/gateway' could be xenopyli.
I was hoping for a drying scene with Marland and Ronthar (and Marland taking a bath because he couldn't fit in the shower) but it didn't work. Sadness.
Waaaaah, I'm back to overthinking and not writing much because it has to be perfect when it comes out! D: D: So back to 'I don't care if I've used that same word in the previous three sentences – it's the first thing that came to mind, so it's getting put down!'
*facepalm self* I thought I'd learned not to stick with Marland 24/7?
Pfft. I thought I was going to finish this at 80k, pushing it? Why have I still not learned that I always underestimate my word count by a lot?
I was kinda hoping to reach 2k with this part and pass the 80k mark, but yeeeeah, Noblesse happened. XD;
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 918
Total word count: 78,934
Status: Work in Progress
Marland wasn't surprised; he normally felt unsettled whenever he saw Kendal grin in any kind of way. But it was good to know that the collar could come off.
They fell into an uneasy silence after that, neither of them attempting to begin another conversation. Or neither of them knew what to say – Marland certainly didn't. Were they going to stay like this until someone came into the room?
Growling quietly to himself, his ears sinking, he carefully curled up on the bed, trying to keep Ronthar out of his view. He'd just woken up and while he felt weak, he wasn't on the verge of falling asleep again either.
His bladder wasn't interested in resting either. Ugh, dammit. "Where's the toilet?" Like that didn't sound like he wasn't trying to escape and hide, he realised belatedly.
"Oh," Ronthar said, straightening slightly. "It's down the corridor, on your left."
He grunted in response.
While he was testing to see if his legs were able to hold his body weight, Ronthar continued on. "There's clean trousers on the end of your bed-"
Marland blinked and looked down; he'd thought had been more of the covers.
"-but they weren't sure if they'd fit."
Which was why there were three different pairs. He picked up the first one and checked the label – that was the right size, and the legs were loose enough for his toes to get through easily as well. "Should be okay." Just in case, he picked up the second one as well.
He left without saying another word, and tried to ignore the fact that his ears had been down and felt like they were going to stay like that while they had been talking. His muscles were stiff as he walked down the hall, like they only had half their manoeuvrability and he could feel every pull, every movement they made. His wing was a warm, dull ache that sharpened briefly with every step, but it was ignorable, up to a point.
The toilet was pretty spacious, he had to admit, once he'd locked the door behind him. Though he didn't get the line of products that crowded around the bathtub. There were five people living here though, so maybe that was why – it wasn't like he'd ever needed shampoo or conditioner, or knew how much you needed for it to work properly.
He relieved himself with a hand braced on the wall, and then eyed the shower. Since he had a clean change of clothes now… He was also aware of just how much he stank. There was still some dried blood on him that he hadn't realised was still there, and he brushed at them, trying to scrub them away. The shower was thankfully above the bath, so he wouldn't have too many problems getting in or out and the controls didn't look too different from his own.
He peeled himself out of his trousers, ears flattening again at the dark stains that trailed down it, obvious against the tan fabric. He was pretty sure he was going to burn it as soon as he was able; he didn't want to see it again, and he doubted he'd be able to get the stains out no matter how much he tried. Eyes flicking away, he dumped it on the floor and awkwardly climbed into the bath, trying to make sure he didn't topple everything over. He grabbed one bottle, peered at it long enough to see that it was body gel and brought it to where the taps were. A press of a button later, the controls beeped and water started hissing down on top of him.
His ears had already been down in preparation so the water couldn't get in and he closed his eyes, just letting the sensation wash over him. That… felt really good. He sagged a little, wanting to lean on the wall, but that was too awkward, too bothersome to do so he just stood there with his head bowed. He ignored every little thought in his head, ignored everything else and let himself be hypnotised by the constant drum of the water as it hit something and the drone of the shower.
After a few minutes, it felt like his muscles had started to relax and he took a deep breath, pulling himself away from his stupor. He reached for the bottle and opened it; his nose twitched as the strong scent of –he squinted at the label again- lavender attempted to imprint itself into his brain. Movements slow and automated, he cleaned himself, glad that the blood that had stubbornly stayed in place amongst his scales flaked off easily.
When he was done, he switched off the shower and stepped out, feeling a lot looser than before he started. He arched his back and unfurled his wings slowly, revelling just at the feeling of being able to do that without too much trouble. He wasn't able to extend them fully, his left wing only able to move a quarter of the way before halting, but it was enough to make him feel a bit better.
Drying himself didn't take long, and while the trousers were looser than what he was used to, they wouldn't fall off his hips either. He hesitated at the door though, his hand halting above the lock. He stared at it for a few seconds, his ears flattening slowly before he growled at himself. He wouldn't have cared about the awkward silence before!