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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:36 pm
The eagle hovered over the still, shocked forms of the family for a few moments - perhaps studying them, or perhaps merely resting. They all had the same looks on their faces Dayo had had a few minutes ago: blank, inert, devoid of any will or self-interest. It was as if their very spirits had been snuffed out, devoured in the tempest that was her feeding frenzy.
They weren't dead. But when they came more to their senses, they might wish they were.
Around her the strange pulling feeling was finally subsiding... it seemed as though Ekundayo was satiated, at least for the time being. Her gaze was still an empty one, but now not lifeless like it had been before. Instead, it was steely and predatory. Piercing. Alert. Very much like the gaze of the creature she was in her past life, one would be quick to say.
She floated back towards Zul and, as if he were her perch, draped her arms back around his shoulders, resting her head.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:23 pm
His blue eyes seemed slightly less brilliant as the Eagle rested against him. He kept himself moderately warm beneath her, faded eyes lidding with a low, content sound, something like pleasure hesitantly glowing within him. If Dayo wanted dessert, he would not mind the loss - or so he thought. It was hard to tell what he did or didn't mind when his reactions were slowly dwindling to nothing, making him little more than demon candy at her claws.
"Zul!"
The Frei's lazy gaze turned towards the source of the voice, skipping over each heap of metal until he found the truck he'd left to play with Dayo. Alex stood by it, waving to him, the family unseen from where she stood.
"Zul, hey, c'mon, let's go. Who is...?" The Italian peered beneath her hand, catching the shock of feathered tresses and blue garb leaning against her charge. "Dayo?" she murmured to herself, before repeating the name out loud, "Is that Dayo? Does she want a ride home?" Alex had no idea if Mouse was around, but it seemed unlikely to her that the grease monkey would be within a wrench's throw from the mall. They had seemed to be alike, in that fashion.
Just as slowly as before, his eyes curved back towards the Frei on his back, his profile in sharp relief over his shoulder. "Dayo," he purred the name richly, not bothering to repeat the question that could obviously be heard. He lifted the hand not on the car to touch one of her arms, in part to garner her attention, and in part to see if she was still cool to the touch. Zul thought he might like to say with the Eagle a bit longer, but he was mostly apathetic to the idea...to anything, really.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:34 pm
Dayo had little interest in dessert, it seemed like. She took a few tentative, chilling tastes of any other feelings that tumbled out of the Baphomet's heart and mind, but it was a passing sensation that never grew into anything else; a raptor surveying a meadow for prey she could snatch up later. If she had a diaphragm she might have sighed in the mockery of contentment she was feeling as she allowed her weight to fully sink into the space between Zul's wings.
Alex's arrival was met with a similar level of disinterest. She peered at the woman with her eagle eyes, slowly processing her words... which was honestly normal for Dayo sometimes; she tended to be slow on the uptake. When she finally, lowly parroted the words, "Ride home..." it could have been passed off as her just being sleepy. The sun was only a blush of red against the horizon at this point.
The Frei was no longer cool to the touch, but that was merely from the heat Zul had painted on her skin from the contact. It was making her not warm nor cold but possessing a certain lack of temperature, an even match of Zul's own without producing any heat herself. Take her away from him from too long and the warmth would definitely fade, like a breath against a window.
And Zul's own apathy could have just been Dayo's sleepiness affecting him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:00 pm
Alex smiled at the two, finding their position rather...different. "Yeah, you want a ride home, Dayo?" she called as she put the bag of paper in the back seat of the truck, opening the driver's side and stepping on the edge. She lightly tapped her knuckles against the roof, beckoning with the other. "C'mon Zul, it's time for us to go, but I'll take Dayo home if she wants. I don't know if Mouse is here..."
Most of her words were lost on the demon, who was mostly content with the feel of the Eagle's skin. She was warm now, and fed; he was immensely satisfied. At his woman's beckoning hand, he whuffled softly and floated back from the car he was leaning against, his posture remaining the same as if he didn't want to disturb the bird of prey perched against him. When Zul did righten, his arm slid down and around her back, fingers wrapped around her side, his half-embrace almost serving to hold her a bit higher than himself more than anything. To remain as a perch.
"Go home now," he repeated in his own type of droned words, the whisper of dissipating smoke. "Dayo go home, or stay?" His voice took on a bit more color when he addressed her, a sly and devious smile curving his lips over his sharp teeth. If she wanted to stay and feast, he would certainly not pull her towards the truck. The demon only knew he had to go, and his will to resist was nearly non-existent.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:39 pm
"Not here..." Dayo repeated, unfocusedly. The name 'Mouse' bore only a passing familiarity to it, invoking a small and green but otherwise uninteresting blur in her mind's eye when Alex said it. The image was gone as quickly as it came; the Frei was acting much like she had when she was a newborn, all but completely detached from the world around her and caught in the trappings of her own loosely-gathered, nebulous thoughts.
Zul's satisfaction was allowed to grow and flourish into a true feeling without any intervention from the raptor perched on his back. She was done feasting for the time being, it seemed; she wasn't radiating any satisfaction herself, but her aura had become... the best word was normal, with no pulling or pushing, and no haze of the bliss or excitement that was characteristic of her presence. Normal. Which could be, if Alex was picking up on it, a very bad sign.
The gentle autumn breeze was allowing Dayo's hair to tangle carelessly around the two of them; really, it was kind of endearing. They looked like a set of close siblings.
It might have disappointed the baphomet a bit when, after taking a moment to process his words, the eagle answered, simply, "Home," and allowed herself to be herded with him into the car. She would then hug him a little more tightly, however- affectionately, or perhaps possessively- and slowly, quietly ask, "After, again...?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:02 pm
The woman only gave the two a perplexed smile. They were acting awfully strange...especially Dayo, but Alex wasn't really one to say what was normal for the Eagle girl. They'd only met once and the majority of said meeting was spent with the two Freis playing Ring Around The Auto Shop. Nonetheless, the Italian wanted to offer Dayo a ride home if she needed one, even if her reaction didn't...really...say if she wanted to either way.
"Okay," she drew out the 'o' sound for a few seconds to express her confusion, "hop on in if you want a ride, Dayo. I'd be happy to take you home!" Alex slipped into the driver's side of the vehicle and leaned on the steering wheel, green eyes curiously turning over the two Raevans. Maybe they were just tired? Her lips curved into a welcome smile as the two climbed into the truck anyway, although it didn't quite sit well with her, the way they were acting. Turning the key in the ignition, she set about backing the truck out of the parking lot and onto the road.
Zul had slid in first, to lead and aid his Eagle keeper. He was quite pleased to have her hold onto him, even if it was more a lay to claim than out of need for comfort or warmth. A strong arm rested around her shoulders, his head turned to press his nose and mouth into her wind-tossed hair, breathing in her scent. "Yes," he replied in a smoldering purr against her hair, exhaling with contentment. There was a dull ache in his chest, but he attributed it to the claws that had previously scored it.
His free hand lifted to gently touch her chin, blue eyes fading a little more in their color until they were a rather diluted cerulean. "Feel better now?" he asked softly, as if Dayo's diet and satisfaction of her meal were more important than anything else in that moment. Trees and buildings slipped by the window but went unnoticed by the demon; if she was discontent or even had a hankering, surely, a moving vehicle would not be able to stop them from seeking that last sweet snack.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:56 pm
Given that neither Dayo nor Zul possessed legs at this point in time, they couldn't exactly hop into Alex's truck - alas, English idioms were sometimes unkind to Dr. Kyou's creations. They would have to settle for drifting into the vehicle instead. The top of the eagle girl's head bumped briefly and noisily against the ceiling of the truck when Zul carried her inside, but she either didn't notice or paid it no mind.
If Mouse were around, she would have said this was par for the course with Dayo.
The baphomet would find that she still had a pleasant smell around her upon his luxuriant sampling of it. Even her hair, it seemed like, was saturated in the thick, but not quite overpowering smell of a summer rain. Stranger still was that even though it was as dry and downy, floaty and massive as ever, when Zul touched it it would leave cool little trails of moisture on his face and fingers. The ceiling of the truck, the window, the upholstery of the interior, everything she or her hair touched became ever-so-slightly damp, but only so much to be noticed if one were actively looking for it.
"Better, yes," the eagle mumbled sleepily, seeming just as disinterested in the scenery rushing by as her companion was. Normally she would be begging to stick her head out the window so she could watch it in high-definition, grinning and laughing as the wind seared her face.
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