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Mar. 5th, 2020 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherfoot[This is a post for just messing around with P'rihnn, as he is not in any games but I still wanna work on his voice...]
a) as if in Duplicity (submissive)
P'rihnn had only been in this strange and foreign city for all of three days, and he had already seen more than enough of it. Everything about Duplicity is wrong. Why should he or anyone else be challenged over every move he makes, just because he hasn't handed himself over to be someone's property? Why does he need permission just to buy food? How come there are so few people willing to give him odd jobs to do, just because no 'Dominant' has given him permission to do them?
He's found people to be even worse about it in the Up, with people objecting to his mere unaccompanied presence, their eyes drawn to the collar wrapped around his neck. It seems he cannot even walk five steps without someone asking where his Dominant is, and while he bears the frustration in silence for a while, eventually his patience snaps.
"I will not suffer anyone to own me!" he snarls at a market stall holder that objected to him looking at the produce. Just looking! "I need nobody's permission to eat, or drink, or work, or live!"
Even with the sounds of the market all around, P'rihnn's voice is loud enough to catch the attention of passers by.
"And I certainly need don't telling where I can and can't look!"
b) any setting with a bar
It is late at night in a rough part of town, the local bars and eateries soon to close and people beginning to make their way home in a drunken and disorderly fashion. Around one bar in particular, however, a small crowd has gathered near the emtrance, shouting and jeering and finally cheering as someone is thrown through the crowd and lands on the ground in a heap.
The person responsible stands on the one chair still upright, hands on his hips and a proud grin on his face. "Anyone else?!"
c) any setting with monsters
As unbothered as P'rihnn is by spending his time hunting and fighting monsters, it does often leave him bloodstained, mudstained, and absolutely reeking of something unspeakably offensive. He might be more willing to put up with it if it weren't for his sensitive nose... as it is, this is one of those occasions where he decides it is better to wash himself off before returning to town, and finds himself secluded spot near a small, shallow river.
The place seems isolated enough, so once he has set up a small camp and gathered water to scrub the mess from himself, he doesn't hesitate to strip off and wash the grime from his body, taking a dip into the flowing water once the worst has been cleaned.
It's a nice day... if he must bathe, he should take this chance to relax. He can wash his clothes in a minute...
a) as if in Duplicity (submissive)
P'rihnn had only been in this strange and foreign city for all of three days, and he had already seen more than enough of it. Everything about Duplicity is wrong. Why should he or anyone else be challenged over every move he makes, just because he hasn't handed himself over to be someone's property? Why does he need permission just to buy food? How come there are so few people willing to give him odd jobs to do, just because no 'Dominant' has given him permission to do them?
He's found people to be even worse about it in the Up, with people objecting to his mere unaccompanied presence, their eyes drawn to the collar wrapped around his neck. It seems he cannot even walk five steps without someone asking where his Dominant is, and while he bears the frustration in silence for a while, eventually his patience snaps.
"I will not suffer anyone to own me!" he snarls at a market stall holder that objected to him looking at the produce. Just looking! "I need nobody's permission to eat, or drink, or work, or live!"
Even with the sounds of the market all around, P'rihnn's voice is loud enough to catch the attention of passers by.
"And I certainly need don't telling where I can and can't look!"
b) any setting with a bar
It is late at night in a rough part of town, the local bars and eateries soon to close and people beginning to make their way home in a drunken and disorderly fashion. Around one bar in particular, however, a small crowd has gathered near the emtrance, shouting and jeering and finally cheering as someone is thrown through the crowd and lands on the ground in a heap.
The person responsible stands on the one chair still upright, hands on his hips and a proud grin on his face. "Anyone else?!"
c) any setting with monsters
As unbothered as P'rihnn is by spending his time hunting and fighting monsters, it does often leave him bloodstained, mudstained, and absolutely reeking of something unspeakably offensive. He might be more willing to put up with it if it weren't for his sensitive nose... as it is, this is one of those occasions where he decides it is better to wash himself off before returning to town, and finds himself secluded spot near a small, shallow river.
The place seems isolated enough, so once he has set up a small camp and gathered water to scrub the mess from himself, he doesn't hesitate to strip off and wash the grime from his body, taking a dip into the flowing water once the worst has been cleaned.
It's a nice day... if he must bathe, he should take this chance to relax. He can wash his clothes in a minute...
