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 Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:07 pm
Pigeons were a vicious breed.
As bright as day as any set the scene as a little hooved toddler crept his way through an abandoned curch. The sunlight beamed off his glasses, making it hard to see, while he navigated stones and tree roots. Ooooh, but he wanted one. A bird of his very own! The neighbors had one, but that little yellow thing had nothing compared to these.
Or so he thought.
"Damn dirty thieves," Cameron murmured around her cigarette. "What good is it to steal anything if it's already been taken?" Thievang wasn't her main past time, let alone with one of her babies. It just seemed to pop up. She tossed up rotting hymns and a rustic cross as she heard a scream.
"MOM!"
Cammi did a three-sixty and roared, her draconic eyes ablaze before it realy dawned on her. Her son, the near-sighted unicorn boy, was being chased by a flock of pigeons.
Dear God. "Go on now, shoo, shoo!" She stood up and waved her arms to dispel the flying rats while Sybil clung to her leg and wept. Honestly, her daughters had more testosterone than he did.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:21 am
“There’s nothing here, Reed; the place has been cleaned out – you’re Intel was wrong” Connie muttered irritably into her radio, casting a dark look around the church’s interior as if that would magically solve the problem.
“My sources are never wrong, you just aren’t look hard enough” a voice crackled back, sounding equally as annoyed.
Growling, Connie kicked out at a pile of yellowed prayer booklets before snarling back – “Get the hell down here and check for yourself then”
Only the sound of static rose to reply.
“That’s what I thought” Connie grumbled, clipping the radio to her belt and shaking her head. Typical Reed – the man hated getting his hands dirty, yet was more than happy to discount and discredit the job the rest of his team performed.
Sighing, the young woman cast a glance toward one corner of the sacristy, where, moments before, her daughter – Lenore – had been rummaging through the long empty shelves. Now, however, the corner was empty.
“Lenore, baby?” Connie called, spinning in a quick circle to case the rest of the room. Nothing. The girl had thrown in absolutely fit when she was told she had to stay home, the display causing Connie to relent, and now, the child was gone.
“s**t” the young woman cursed, racing from the room.
As he’d stalked the birds, Lenore had stalked him, ducking beneath a rotting pew as the birds had taken flight, chasing the boy deeper into the church. Crouching, the toddler crawled after the other child and his birds, momentarily stunned by the roar that swept through the building. However, the feeling didn’t last long, and Lenore continued forward, coming to a stop beneath a pew not far from the unicorn boy.
At the sight the greeted her, Lenore giggled. He was just like Amelia, crying over stupid things.
“You’s a big baby” the fox-girl declared, loud enough to be heard as she crawled out from her hiding place, blue eyes fixated on the weeping Sybil.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:19 pm
Sybil sniffled and looked down, jumping up in surprise. He squeeled, clutching Cameron's ribbed pants as he took cover behind her. Ever so cautiously the toddler peeped out to look at her. "Am not," he pouted indignantly.
Cameron had to disagree. She gently tugged his chubby little fingers off her pants, leading him around infront of her while she bent down to have a look. "Well, aren't you cute. But you don't live here, do you?" The girls appearance as much said so. She seemed healthy, and mentally she wasn't feral, so Cammi deducted that she had a lost child on her hands.
Oh goody.
"Wheres your momma or poppa? I'll bet their worried about you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 1:32 am
“Are too!” Lenore replied, poking her tongue out at the snivelling boy. Birds weren’t scary at all, they were fun to chase – even Amelia and Bridget thought so, and they were only babies. “ ‘sides, you have to sneak up on birds, and then pounce” – at this, Lenore jumped forward, grinning – “can’t ‘atch them bein’ all ‘oud like you”
“Nope, I live in ‘nother church – not as ugly as this one” the girl replied with a decisive nod. The inside of her church, her house, was much nicer. It wasn’t all dusty and dirty and ruined like this one. “My Mummy is ‘round here too” Lenore continued, adding in a hushed whisper, “she treasure huntin’”
On cue, Connie entered the hall, clearly frantic. As her eyes set on Lenore, she breathed a sigh of relief, hurrying to cross the distance that separated her from her daughter.
“Don’t you ever disappear like that again young lady, you worried me half to death” the young woman admonished lightly, running a hand lightly through Lenore’s hair.
With her mind eased, Connie turned to regard the pair her daughter had discovered. They seemed rather out of place in the present surroundings, seeming fair from homeless or destitute. What then, were they doing here?
“Thank you for keeping an eye on Lenore, I really appreciate it – I only hope she wasn’t too much trouble” Connie stated with a smile, still eyeing the woman the woman over. There was a familiar air about her, in the way she held herself. Connie had never seen her before, that much she knew, but there was certainly something about her.
“It isn’t often you see others out admiring the architecture of these old buildings. She would have been truly magnificent in her hey-day, don’t you think?” Connie asked, keeping the conversation light as she tried to place her finger on the unknown quality the woman possessed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:54 pm
"Am not!" Sybil stomped his hoof and copied her by sticking his tongue out, fisted arms out at his side with his eyes close. He peeked just a little bit and squeeled, jumping back behind his guardian's leg when the girl pounced. "Wasn't bein' loud til oo' scar'eded me."
The woman couldn't help, but to roll her eyes. When the day came that Sybil took the blame for anything, no matter how small, the world would end. "Treasure hunting? Huh." She pivoted on her heel to look at the latest character in their play. Instinctively, she toyed with Sybil's hair.
"No problem. She wasn't here for too long, not that we noticed anyway." She grinned, flashing her fangs. Tactfully she didn't mention that Lenore had been stalking her son.
Cameron's draconic eyes flitted around the disheleved appearance of the church. In truth, it held more of a famliar air to her than her own home did, but that was because her clan lived in such an area. Not that her fiance had ever so much set foot in it. "Call it a hobby. And I agree, she must have been beautiful. Can you imagine what the candles would have looked like form the eaves?"
And in the same breath, she turned and smiled, "Find anything interesting?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:13 pm
“Are too, are too, are too!” Lenore replied defiantly, scowling at Sybil. The boy was annoying, and stupid. He was annoyingly stupid. Grinning as the boy squealed, the young fox-child was quick to frown as his accusation hit home. “Did not! You got scar’eded by the birds, big baby.”
As her mother arrived, Lenore regarded her only briefly, nodding slightly in response to Connie’s words. She didn’t understand what the big deal was, she hadn’t wandered far, and looking around all the dusty little rooms was boring. Out here was where all the excitement was to be found.
Murmuring in agreement, Connie gazed wistfully around the church. She could see the candles in her mind, their light casting a reverent glow throughout the building. Yes, it would have been magnificent.
”Find anything interesting?”
The words caused reality to snap back into place. Eyeing the other woman warily, Connie reached a quick conclusion. Clearly, the woman was not a cop, she would have been able to spot that from a mile away, nor did she reek of some other lawful form of security – meaning that, at least for the moment, there was no harm in honesty.
“Place has been cleaned out, a while ago from the look of it – nothing left worthy of commandeering” Connie replied, sound more than a little disappointed. “You had any luck?”
With the adults absorbed in some boring conversation, Lenore saw her chance. Marching forward, the fox-girl grabbed Sybil by the arm, dragging him along behind her as she moved deeper into the church, back toward the area the birds called home.
“Be quiet ‘kay? I goin’ show you how to ‘atch birds, ‘kay?” Lenore stated simply, leaving no room for argument despite her questions. The boy may have been annoyingly stupid, and a big baby, but teaching him would be fun, even if it only resulted in more squeals from him and more fun for her.
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