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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:59 pm
Shanuh forgot about Amber as soon as she slid out of his line of sight. Though he was pleased that his lovely heron had found his chosen, Shanuh still couldn't help but be surprised by the choice. Amber screamed weakness, screamed easy prey. The world was too heavy for a girl like her, too much for her to handle and deal with.
Survival of the fittest? No, Amber would - should have - failed. But such was the way of the world, it appeared. And now her life, pathetic as it was, could be guaranteed for a few weeks longer.
The great blue heron would be her guide. Would she be strong enough for him? Perhaps, perhaps.
Only time would tell.
The shop keeps guarded thoughts were interrupted by a voice. A voice that aggravated Shanuh on all levels, a voice that cuased the hair on the back of his neck to stand on edge.
. . . . . Patrick.
One moment. Two moments. A fe passing breaths and finally the violet haired man decided to grace Patrick with a look. Two eyes, shadowed behind the silver and golden mask, burned. For a moment, the true heat and power that commanded Shanuh broke through his mortal exterior; for a moment, the emotion he denied himself feeling broke through to stain Patrick's face.
It wasn't anger.
It wasn't irritation.
It was . . . . .
It was . . . .
It was what it was. Indescribable.
"It doesn't feel nice to be ignored, does it?" He asked, voice about as warm and inviting as a sheet of ice. Oh yes - just because Iamel had Patrick in his life again, and may have forgiven the companion, it did NOT mean that Shanuh would be so kind.
Forgive him for walking out on Iamel? For turning his back on his ward?
No.
Patrick would never be forgiven such crimes.
"So what would you have me say?" Shanuh continued, words soft but to the point. He had nothing to say to Patrick, nothing to talk to him about. If the black skinned man wanted a conversation, there were a million others about the store to harass.
Why him?
Shanuh was a busy man, and didn't have time for failures.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 2:09 pm
The turkey vulture cocked his head curiously up at Lyle. The perfume Lyle had chosen for the evening was most alluring, and the vulture couldn't help but desire more. Such a fine speciman of a mortal, wearing the very juice that gave life.
Such a smart one - despite not being a very good perch.
Still, the latter could be forgiven.
With a swoosh, the vulture shook out his feathers, craning his head just a moment to preen a few that were out of place. The loose down, now shaken away, floated around the pair like snow.
A very fitting scene indeed.
Lyle wore blood to the party, and not many here could say they had such courage. The vulture liked that quality. He who was so bold. Reaching forward, the bird gave a small peck at Lyle's jacket.
Hnn. No blood there.
For shame! FOR SHAME! Such a delicious treat it was - meat. Carrion. Steaming, open entrails that oozed in sweet crimson liquid. Mmmmm. Lyle was a walking snack, but . . . even more . . .he was more than that!
Lyle was. . . different.
Strange that one could be more than a meal. But who was the vulture to question such things?
Opening his beak, the bird gave an obnoxious screech. Another peck at Lyle, hoping to bring the boy closer. Maybe they should stick together?
Then again . . .maybe they could cause a scene.
More blood could be drawn, couldn't it?
Oh, how very fun that would be!
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 8:32 pm
Maybe the mobster bloomed under the praise. It was hard to tell with her. Her eyes certainly seemed to grow brighter, though still with the same fanatic devotion. She leaned her head against her brother's shoulder, and peered at Xaxis through the blue green curtain of her hair. A whisper.
Savius sighed, smiling with a sort of tired affection at his sister. "She says she's glad you like it. And she'll make you more, if you want."
The Kestrel, who hadn't been distracted by the duck's change, did look up to notice what the vulture was doing. Figured. He tried to make a new friend and now everyone was all over him. Well, whatever. Giving his sister a light push in the direction of the buffet table he closed the distance between himself and the raven, stepping behind the other bird and wrapping his arms around Xaxis's slim waist. "I'm thirsty, sib."
"Lazy." There was laughter in Jer'ain's tone as she became something like a person in the eyes of her brother. "Does he-"
"Yeah, sure, Xaxis is thirsty too."
"No ice." The mobster replied, not forgetful of the needs of diety.
As she moved away to get drinks, he nuzzled Xaxis's neck. "You look weird, like this."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:46 pm
The bird looked graceful for some time, reorganizing itself like all avians would, and Lyle could recognize that it was as large as it seemed. His gaze melted slightly to be less apprehensive then, but this passed quickly as it stretched its neck out towards him and tried to nibble at his jacket. Lyle jumped again and pulled away, tugged at his coat, staring again with confusion/disbelief/something that he really couldn't put his finger on at the bird. It cried out and his head bled a little more. "You know," he said at it, "I'm not as edible as you want me to be!"
He didn't move, though, standing there with a slight pout on his face. His mind seemed lagging behind him, though wherever it was, it was most definitely crowded by thoughts of why is there a weird bird attacking me?! But the current Lyle just stood. "If you're that hungry I can fetch you a dead rodent of your choice. There's a lot left. Really. It's depressing how untouched that food is." He coughed. It felt like all he noticed about this party were winged things and roadkill.
Oh, and fear. He was scared to death of this thing, he realized, his senses catching up to him and instilling themselves throughout his nerves. He only hoped that the bird couldn't smell emotions like everyone always says in those tall tales about vultures and such. It had bit his jacket - it could bite him - and he bit his lip.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:30 am
The raven was pleased that Savius ghost-of-a-sister had offered to make him more. He very well just might need to hire her - the raven, as a bird, had been attracted to shiney things. With growth and maturity, the guardian of plague was more attracted to jangly things. The crafted bracelet that now sat on the honored position of his wrist hit the best of both worlds - jangly and shiney.
Xaxis knew he'd be entertained by the trinket for hours.
Even with his friend slipping behind him, pulling him close, the raven's eyes were loathe to leave his wrist. A pinch of child hood blosseming under such attention, pushing through the current of youth, Xaxis held his boney wrist out to better see the bracelet and show it off to any who might pass by.
It was his new shiney, to put it in Iamel's vocabulary.
Part of the conversation was forgotten - something about drinks and liquids without ice. Whatever the case, the feel of skin against skin, warmth against warmth, was enough to break Xaxis' fascination with his new bracelet.
If only for a moment.
A soft churrr, content within the arms of the raptor, and Xaxis leaned his head up in an attempt to look Savius in the eye. It didn't quite work, so he swiveled a bit, which . . .again . . almost worked.
"Weird?" Xaxis repeated, reaching up to push up his glasses. "Good weird or bad weird?" A little smile, amusement crossing his pale lips. "Besides, isn't that the point of a masquerade? To be something you're not?"
Savius himself looked different. He looked very good (in Xaxis' humble opinion) but his slick appearance and clothing were far from what one typically found him in.
Everyone looked weird today.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:48 am
Oh, there was that lovely voice again. Shanuh may think Patrick was little else then a failure of a human, a disgrace, possibly a meal at some point in time but there was still a little bundle of emotion for Shanuh in the pit of Patricks chest. A crush, he had defined it, not based on the others attitude or appearance, but for some odd reason altogether. He didn't know why, despite his romantic attentions being swung elsewhere, briefly.
The tone drove a chill through him. It wasn't sexual and it wasn't from fear but a brand new contemplation all together. Shanuh was pissed.
"Anything?" He offered, head tilting back with a sigh. "That if it weren't for Iamel, you would rip my throat out for leaving? That you never liked me anyway and would preferred me to be His," He nodded to the vulture at that, "Food as opposed to speaking with you now? Or maybe that you don't care that I love him the most and had wanted to bring him with him and I still deserve to have my guts turned into garters?"
His little speech of quotes was said sincerely, voice soft, trembling once or twice, jaw clenching when there were no more words tehre to say. Shanuh wouldn't hurt him. He had said as much before. Iamel was his shield.
Patricks head turned, red eyes landing on the Shopkeeper once more. "You are the most attractive person I have ever met, in my entire life. I respect you. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him and upset you, Shanuh, and I'm sorry that was the result of my breakdown. I'm truly sorry."
He was nineteen but no one ever said teenagers couldn't be eloquent. Right? As it was, he fell silent once more, waiting for Shanuh to rip apart his words and hand him a new a**, claim that it was all fine and dandy but he was still wrong and he was still pissed. Already, he wanted to go get plastered. Just in anticipation.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:29 am
Dragon had dressed in such a way that no one really could tell who he was. He was wearing all white, with a brown cat mask. THAT mask had a mask over its eyes. He'd made [or grown?] a tail that lashed behind him, and had covered his hands in brown fur. It was very likely that he'd shapeshifted. Which meant that the cat 'mask' might not be a mask at all. Regardless, he was a cat for now - no sign of his doctory accoutrements anywhere. He appeared, for all intents and purposes, to simply be here for the party.
He made his way into the place - which he noticed was quite a bit more crowded than he had anticipated. He was looking for Adam - as Aaron had given very explicit instructions to bring him home. To DRAG him home if necessary. The doctor didn't think it would be necessary, but he was ready and willing to carry out that sentence. As it was, he was tired. He'd had a long day at work, lots of people yelling at him, and a great deal of communication breakdown with Garrison. His eyes - though distinctly feline - appeared weary, as he scanned the place for, and found, his nephew. He strolled over to him, tail lashing, and narrowed his eyes.
"Go home."
His voice left no room for argument, and left no doubts as to who was speaking. If there was one person he was afraid of, it was Dragon - which is probably why Aaron had sent HIM instead of coming to get Adam himself. The boy meeped softly, dropped what he was doing, and rushed out the door as though his uncle had set fire to his feet. That done, Dragon was about to turn and leave. Something in him, however, compelled him to stay just that LITTLE bit longer. And it was a good thing it did.
He spotted someone he knew - but only just. One of Garrison's front-desk nurses was there, and appeared to be being followed by a quite... odd looking... and large... bird. Now, Dragon was an animal lover [with the exception of snakes] just as was the rest of his family. But he had something for birds as well, even if THAT was more of a curiousity. Plus, the communication breakdowns had gone between one of the nurses, and Christopher Rastton, and had been lost somewhere in the translation so to speak.
He meandered over to the woman, and rested his hand lightly on her shoulder. Err... paw, rather. He smiled.
"Hello, Miss. I believe you might know who I am."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 11:42 am
The girl recoiled inwardly, but from the depths of an unstable being, only a soft shudder made it up and past the rest to signal she was discomforted. However, as no painful sensation resonated from the firm grasp, she turned her gaze upwards to look into the face of...a cat. The girl blinked once or twice, before tilting her head slightly in blatant confusion. "E-Excuse me?..." The voice she knew, but the face...it was there she wasn't quite sure as to how to respond.
Excuse was right. What excuse did the man have to be touching her? The heron decided it best not to cause another scene, so in elegant fashion he made to place himself inbetween the man and woman - if only to momentarily distinguish himself as her escort. If only a passing glance would be spared into the limpid pools of crimson shadow, the message stirring just beneath thier fluid surface would be clear.
Unhand her, and step away, sir. It's rude to paw at a lady...and I do mean that literally.
It was a few more minutes passed before the girl lay a hand on the shoulder of her avian companion, letting him know that she was alright, sofar, and that the man didn't apear to have any unscrupulous motives towards her. In fact - it was then she hazarded a guess towards his identity, and softly inquired, as was her way. "Doctor Arrikanez?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 1:01 pm
Dragon nodded, laughed.
"Yes - But you can drop the 'Doctor' if you wish, and just call me Dragon. I was sent here to send Adam running back home, but when I saw you, I figured I would stay for at least a little while. You and your fine feathered friend look a little lost. Not much of one for parties?"
He excused himself briefly, and returned with a glass full of water. Offering it to her was his way of making amends for startling her.
"Here - I don't trust the punch particularly. Would your bird like some water as well?"
He eyed the heron, not QUITE sure how that beak was going to fit in a cup. Or even if it WOULD drink from a cup.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 1:23 pm
The glass was greatfully recieved, and in return she was able to offer up a small smile. "No...I'm not invited to many, but I'm having fun, I guess." Her attentions then returned to her heron, and as lost as he was, she stared for a moment in deep contemplation of how best one would go about watering a Heron. After all, she simply couldn't pour the water down his throat - it simply wouldn't do! But than again, the only other way would to find a long, tall sort of glass that his beak could reach down into. That was a bit plausible, more or less, although the Heron didn't seem to be particularly interested in the water, but more so in having tucked his slender neck back into his feathers, as though to settle himself for the conversation.
The bird was quite content with it. As his request had been answered without incident, he tucked himself down and silently mulled over each word as it came. Listening was, after all, a virtue - and this man might actually have something more to say than the last guest who'd rambled on at her expense.
"He seems alright...but, Do-I mean..Dragon, what are you doing here? I though that you might be at a party at your own clinic, rather than wandering around."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:43 pm
"Just weird." Savius had always had a hard time with the niceties of proper conversation, whether it be due to nature or nurture was up to some debate. Certainly neither worked in favor of politeness. So the idea that he might tell Xaxis he looked good just for the sake of politeness, well it never occured to him. "Like you said, not like you. I like you."
He reached up, touching the collar of his tux with some irritation. "Don't feel like me, either."
His attention turned back to the scenes surrounding them, particularly the courtship between the man and the vulture. "Lots of new companions." He didn't quite frown, but there was a seriousness to him. It showed in his posture, near straight, and the way he tightened his grip on the raven. "It'll be different, with more of us."
But who knew what that meant, and who cared. There was Jer'ain with two cups of punch, one without ice. She was smiling, and Savius allowed himself to forget whatever it was that had almost bothered him.
"You should sleep over again."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:32 pm
Dragon laughed again, and had a sip of his own glass of water with a shake of his head and another soft chuckle.
"Me? Party? My dear, you must have me confused with someone else."
The cat snout was making it a little hard to drink, so he settled for lapping the water up with his tongue. It worked - he got his drink.
"Even if I WERE to throw a party in my hospital, no one would come. I'd imagine everyone else has things to do other than stop by at a co-worker's celebrations. As to what I'm doing here..."
He motioned his head out the door.
"That one is in BIG trouble with his father. For some reason, Adam fears me, so I figured that I'd drop by, and scare him back to his dear ol' daddy. He's going to have a tan hide when Aaron's done with him - metaphorically, of course. I doubt my brother would ever actually HIT his son. I know I wouldn't - even if he DOES deserve it quite a number of times."
He took another sip, and studied the people and bird-creatures around him.
"This is certainly a place for... diversity, yes? I've never seen so many types of people and animals in one place before. And I thought that my brother Ben's animal clinic was something to behold. Heh. Even on a BUSY day, it doesn't begin to approach..."
He motioned around.
"This. I'd love to know who all these people are. Do you think you might be able to introduce me?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:05 pm
Matsuo took the drink thankfully, taking a swig before he bothers to look where the others attention has been drawn. "There are a lot of birds in here if you haven't noticed..." The bird just sitting there on the rafters did seem odd though; It was just sitting there, watching, rather than flying and creating a din like the others. "Looking for something?" He called out to the bird before shaking his head, downing the last of his drink. And now he was talking to birds... And stranger yet he didn't quite feel like he was going crazy.
Turning back to the Irishman he manages a small smile "well you know, when you like attention as much as I do you do what it takes" He explained breezily, finding it easier to brush off the events from before rather than dwell. "I"m hardly nervous over that guy." He gestured to Patrick at that "I hear his ward is a lot more dangerous and I faced him alright after all."
Perhaps a little more bravado than he really should have used at this point, for had Patrick turned to look at him, or made a move in his direction, he'd be singing a rather different tune. Though at this moment he was comfortable that the black man was more than occupied with the inhumanely beautiful shopkeeper.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:29 am
Amber shook her head a little, color comming to her features. "I don't know anyone here, myself. I've only spoken to Adam and that gentleman who's..being attacked or....eaten, by a vulture." This sight caused her to watch on for a few moments, before turning to look over at the man who'd she'd taken her leave. "He's the host, I think. I don't think he's happy with me, although I can understand his reasons. I did break a dish..."
(( Short! xp ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 5:08 am
((Whahay! With a lickle flatsale I got my 10k back wootagism!))
Kat walked around the place, she watched at Birds came to rest- Or tried to- either on people or around them, Wow... Pretty cool... She thought of what D.S. said There wild birds. She had be wrong, all these people looked-Frightened- But the birds came to them so they must own them!
The air felt tight with all the birds swooping about and causing scenes. She giggled to herself as a little bird took flight as she headed towards the drinks table again, well -it- thinks I'm gunna eat it.... She eyed the food farther up and shruggged, picking up an alcoholic drink for each hand and one in her tail... With a grin she moved back to let others get to the table as she sipped from her cups.
Her eyes servayed the area, albeet things seemed to move around a little, she can't be that drunk? No, it was just the typse-ness setting in. "Go home... Oor drink all the alcoohole and then go hoome?...." She mumbled to herself, "I-I vote the Alco-" She hicuped- "hoole." Wow, whats what you get for not drinking for a while -and- being a light waight.
((Yeah I know its short but hey, Im talking to myself xd ))
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