voice test

[wroughtandtempered]

[ maybe while out shopping you ran into someone— literally ran into them, knocking one or the both of you over. a good look at them shows it's a girl, obviously homeless if her general hygiene and the layered and filthy clothes she's wearing are any indication.



or maybe you just found a ten foot long serpentine monstrosity rummaging around in your knocked-over garbage cans. (a girl's gotta eat, all right.)



or maybe something else entirely is going on. go nuts, AUS AND RANDOM BULLSHIT WELCOME

note: magic sensors can tell she's got an affinity/alignment with metal, and also feels basically like something/someone hideously deformed in a horrifying way. ]

((copied from original journal for this character for posterity!))

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[wroughtandtempered]

[ the light plays over spiked scales and messy fur, all of it in warm greys and dull blues. both the color scheme and the pattern are familiar enough to Krista; it's distinctly lupine, even if the scales are entirely out of place. ...and the two extra sets of legs.

whatever the creature is, it freezes at the sound of footsteps and then abruptly withdraws its head from the bin, swinging it around to glare at the girl with slit-pupilled eyes. the body might be somewhat wolflike, but aside from the ears its head is not; the face is a viper's, and so are the enormous fangs it bares in her direction. ]

[kunstlerisch]

[ ... that gets her to freeze. wh. what the heck.

picking up on her nerves, Dimwit gives a low growl, deep in the throat, but stays by her side. Krista's quiet for a long moment and those fangs make her swallow hard enough to hurt. But she's seen a lot of things that started out looking scary and turned out to be perfectly fine. So she pipes up -- ]

... hello? Are you okay?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ it starts to make an angry, hissing snarl at Dimwit in response, only to snap its jaw shut and pull its head back when Krista speaks. the face is difficult to read, but Krista would be familiar enough with canine body language to recognize surprise and hesitance even on such a drastically different body. ]

...I'm fine.

[ it's a young woman's voice, raspy and a little low in that way voices get when they aren't used much. ]

[kunstlerisch]

[ ... oh. Well then. She doesn't really know what kind of voice she was expecting, if any, but that... wasn't it. On the other hand, a voice like that is a lot less scary than what she'd been thinking she'd hear so it encourages her to lean forward a bit. She won't approach -- that sort of feels like it might get her snapped at -- but she does try a smile. ]

How come you're out here in the... [ she trails off, thoughtfully. 'in the trash' sounds a bit rude, so she verbally backspaces before trying again. ] What're you looking for in there?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ a sharp huff, not quite a bark. she can't quite bring herself to be rude to a child, though, particularly when said child is trying to be both reasonably friendly and tactful. ]

I'm looking for something to eat. ...You should go back to bed.

[kunstlerisch]

... why are you looking in there?

[ That's a reasonable question, right? She tilts her head, brow furrowed, and looks mightily puzzled. ]

Are you really that hungry? I can bring you something to eat.

[ ignoring the part where she should be in bed!! ]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ putting her ears back. stiffly: ]

I don't want to be a bother.

[kunstlerisch]

[ She thinks: giving you some food would be less bother than having to clean up the bins in the morning. But she knows that wouldn't exactly be helpful or polite to say so instead she shakes her head and gives a little smile. ]

It's not a bother. We have lots of food and food needs to get eaten by someone. It'd be better for you to eat some of it instead of whatever's in there.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME SHE ISN'T GOING TO CLEAN UP AFTER HERSELF. she hasn't even scattered anything anywhere, just pulled the bin over to get into it more easily... ]

...if I eat it, you can't.

[kunstlerisch]

... You wouldn't eat all the food though, would you?

[ ... then again she's kinda big... ]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ pinning her ears back ]

I'm big enough that I do need to eat a lot.

[ she can slow herself down the way a snake would, if food is scarce, but that's both unpleasant and nervewracking. there are things even she's afraid of, and if they come after her while she's like that...

...better to make sure it isn't a situation she has to worry about. ]

[kunstlerisch]

How much?

[ She's trying to work out in her head how much missing food would be incredibly conspicuous next time Opa goes to make something and how much could be explained away by a midnight snack (which would have the bonus of technically being true) ]

[wroughtandtempered]

Two or three times as much as what would make you feel stuffed.

[kunstlerisch]

[ Krista opens her mouth. Then, after a moment, she closes it again. ]

I think... Opa would definitely notice if I took that much food.

[ Sadface. ]

Um... I really don't think it's good for you to eat the trash, though... wouldn't you get sick?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ shrugs, a ripple that goes halfway down her back ]

It takes a lot to make me sick.