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 Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:54 pm
((I am not counting this towards his needed rps/journal enteries but it's going to be important in his life so...yeah. It's going here.))
It was...a few days later and the poor cat boy was rather sore. So sore, in fact, the moment he woke up from their sex-induced stupor...He decided he needed a hot bath. A long one. His head turned to look at his love, a small smile on his face. Mordread didn't exactly know what had gotten into the darker man, but he wasn't complaining. Maybe his body was - but he was not. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, the furry man slid out of the bed and walked, albeit slowly, to the bathroom. Mmm. Hot water.
Patrick made a quiet noise, eyes fluttering with a soft pursed lips. His nose wrinkles when he felt the weight leave teh bed and the cold set in. "Mordread?" The dark mans voice was rasping, eyes fluttering slightly... He was SORE, damnit.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around, already half way there. His head peeked into the room with a warm smile, "You rang, love?" he asked, wincing at bending so far forward. They probably wouldn't be able to walk very well for a long time. Nor would they have another romp in the bed for a while - for once, Mordread was sexed out.
The multicolored eyes squinted, nose wrinkling before twisting to face him, blinking tiredly. "....I hurt." His voice was still rasping, sore from all the screaming and moaning he'd been doing, slowly pushing himself up.
"Me too, love...Wanna share a warm bath?" His green eyes showed merriment as he leaned against the door frame for support. He wanted that warm water to relax his body enough so it didn't feel as if he was as stiff as a steel pole - and not in the good way.
"Mmhmm.." His eyebrows knitted together as the dark man pushed himself up and out of the bed, letting out a quiet noise. "Ow..ow ow ********.." He pursed his lips, head shaking slightly. "What the hell was.."
"I don't know. It was fun while it lasted, love, but we're going to be regretting it for at least a week. Or two," his hand reached out to offer itself to his lover, ready to have them help eachother to the bathroom. It vaguely crossed his mind that his lover was probably in more pain than he was. After all - he had been the bottom that time.
Or for the rest of their lives. Patrick reached for the others hand, pulling himself up with a soft hiss, shuddering. "s**t.. That HURTS.." His eyes closed for a moment, leaning a little into the others frame, hand moving around Mordreads body.
"I know, love. You were like a man possessed, though. Man..." he laughed softly and started to hobble towards the bathroom with the other man, carefully taking the taller man's weight onto him. Even his tail hurt - which wasn't surprising. It had probably been pulled several times during their frenzy, "The bath should help, though."
"I don't know what came over me.." He frowned a little, leaning and nuzzling into the other. Since MOrdread was holding onto him, his hand reached for the nozzle, twisting the warm water on. "Nnn... I feel like I've been pile drived by a whole football team.."
"Three days of sex will do that to you, Patrick," he said softly, helping him to sit at the side of the tub with him, "I've only seen and smelt that a few times, and I've never in humans. Patrick, you smelled as if you were in heat. I don't know why, but that's what made me go so wild. I'm part cat, after all..."
"I went into what?" Patrick blinked at that, stretching slightly as his fingers dipped down, touching the slowly filling tub. "I'm a human. I don't go into heat."
Reclusive Dreams (12:48:59 AM): "I know what I smelled. I don't know why or how, but I do know what I smelled. My body wouldn't have been able to go on so much if I hadn't," he shook his head a little bit, "Maybe you should ask your mother when she drops the kids off."
"Oh..." His face heated up slightly, head dipping with a faint nose, nose crinkling up with a faint sigh. "Maybe I should...but they always said that we were human.. Only human."
"Well, love, a body goes into heat for one reason - it wants children. If it WAS heat you went into, I don't know," he smiled weakly, "It wouldn't hurt to discuss it with her. I know you're a male and male's don't get pregnant. They just don't...Unless you're a seahorse. Which I don't think have heats," he furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
"I'm NOT a seahorse. I hate the water." he grumbled slightly, nose crinkling up. "And I can't get pregnant. I'm a boy." Patrick frowned and, when the water was warm enough, slid back down against the water, submerging himself and patting his lap for Mordread.
Mordread happily obliged, giving a little moan as he felt the water envelop him, "Mmm...So good," he murmured, closing his eyes, "And I know you're a boy. I'm very aware of that...Your mom's coming with the kids sometime today, right? Just may as well ask."
"Probably.." He grumbled, pressing a soft, pierced kiss to Mordreads shoulder. Dark arms wrapped around his diminutive lover, chin resting on his skin slightly. "I'll ask her.."
Mordy smiled and turned his head to look at him, "I love you," he murmured, nuzzling back against him as he let the hot water soak his tired, sore body. It was so nice to have the warm embrace of both water and his lover.
"Love you too." He smiled quietly, nuzzling once more against the other. But...there was a niggling in the back of his head. Female cats went into a simaler heat when they were ready to have kittens..no male of ANY species he knew gave off the '******** me NOW' type waves unless they were hermaphrodite frogs or something... He was worried...
It was a good hour soaking before he heard a knock at the door, "Someone's at the door..." his body was still sore - but it was about 10 times better than it had been before. The water, thankfully, actually helped him. For being a cat and not liking water very much...He was starting to love it for what it did.
"I'll do it.." A soft grumble, kissing at his neck and moving Mordread to the side of the bathtub. "Coming!" Calling out, standing with a grab at the towel, wrapping it around his waist. A brief tightening before moving to to the front door. "Coming, com--Hey, mom."
"Oh my god! You're bruised all over!"
Mordread soon followed, wrapped in a towel as well - though it fit him like a dress. It looked rather amusing, actually, "Hello, Mrs. White," came his voice as he moved slowly to the couch and managed to sit down. The cat boy could barely stand, still. He was still rather tired, but he wouldn't let that show. He just needed to sit down.
Too bad for Mordread. Akuti barreled in, tackling the catboy with a happy squeal. She was wearing a red hair ribbon and looked so very excited. "Daddy M! We had yummy food and I gots a ribbon!"
Deliah was holding a sleeping Yashima, Akilah and Lahela - yes. All of them were asleep. She was beaming and looking EXCEEDINGLY proud of herself. "Hello! Mordread, what did you DO to my baby?"
Mordread winced as the satyr girl tackled him, but fell back on the couch and wrapped his little girl up in his arms, "Oh that's wonderful, sweet heart! Your ribbon looks so very beautiful on you my little Aphrodite," he chuckled softly and nuzzled into her hair, looking over to his lover's mother.
"A little of this...A little of that....A LOT of something else. Nothing that you'd want to hear details on."
She beamed up at him, cuddlig close against Mordread, arms wrapping around him happily. "I like the color red! Like Daddys eyes." She nodded, humming and cuddling still. Deliah simply arched her eyebrows, moving towards the bedroom and dropping the children off.
"Iamel is with one of the other...winged things right now. He called him a pirate?" She shrugged, nose wrinkling. "And the kingfisher...flew off. God knows where he is."
"DAX IS MISSING?!!!!!?!" Mordread screamed, sitting up rather quickly, though careful of Akuti in his arms, "YOU LET MY SON GO OFF?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Okay. So Mordread was overreacting - but the child was his first. And currently, only that could move and wasn't made out of goo.
Her eyebrow arches slightly. "We were by the park." Her voice was dry at that, looking at the kitty boy with amusement, "He said something about the koi fish and flew off, according to Iamel, before we dropped Iamel off. I wouldn't call it missing so much as enjoying a nice lunch outside of the prying eyes of humans."
"He probably doesn't even know the way HOME!" he was breathing heavily now, stroking at the satyr girl's hair gently to calm himself down. Mordread was...very over protective when it came to the children, it seemed.
"Iamel does," Patrick supplied, sitting down near Mordread, stroking his kittens ear soothingly. "He knew when he was a woodpecker too, love. Calm down." Akuti was scared, obviously. o.o Clinging to Mordread
The cat boy calmed down, both for Akuti's sake and the fact his lover was now stroking at his ears, "Mmph. But.. It's...Dax..."
"And he's psycho. Psychos manage to remember weird things." He grinned, laughing and pressing a kiss against his lovers temple. "Mother wouldn't let a defenseless birdie fly off."
"He ate all the fish in my aquarium."
"He's a King fisher. Fishers do that. Buy new fish," Mordread didn't think fish could cost too too much. He'd been to the pet store and seen tiny little fishies going for 10 cents a piece. Couldn't be too bad, right? Right. Besides, even fish to eat didn't cost him more than a few dollars a pound.
"It's not EASY to find some of those fish! One of them cost me one hundred k in the market place," She sniffed, shoulders rising into a shrug. "I got him lobster ut.."
Mordread blinked, "One hundred thousand? Are you freaking NUTS? Spending THAT much on a FISH? Something that you eat for dinner?!" he blinked again, looking incredibly...appalled that someone would waste money on something that swam and shat all day.
"Well, we don't EAT them. They live in a tank." She stared at Mordread in return, looking completly unruffled.
Patrick broke in, clearing his throat. "Mom. I have a question for you. Ae we fully human?"
She blanched at that, face flushing slighty. "Why do you ask?"
Mordread blinked, "Then what are they good fo--" he was cut off by his lover and gave him 'the eye'. It entertained him that someone would throw away money on a slimy piece of meat - and he wanted to know why. Then again, he was a cat. Cats had a natural appetite for fish.
Patrick ignored him. >_>Eyes on his mother. "BECAUSE, Mother, I'd like to know. My eyes aren't really a genetic defect, are they? Mother?"
She blushed again, running her hand over her hair. "Well...dear.."
Mordread remained quiet, cradling his little girl in his arms and giving her a little tickle. One ear remained tuned into the conversation his lover was having with his mother.
Akuti squealed and laughed, wriggling and batting at his hand with a little grin. "Dadddeee!"
"We had a great grandfather who wasn't...exactly human.."
"Was he a seahorse?"
"What? No! He was a Lashran."
Reclusive Dreams (1:45:48 AM): Mordread giggled and kissed Akuti's head - then paused when he heard the words from Deliah, "Lashran? What's that?" he blinked and snuggled with the little girl, playing with her hair.
"Lashran is an all male-species.." She hesitated, chewing at her lower lip and fluffing her blonde curls slightly. "Well, until they inter-mix with humans. I was the first female with ovaries! You were my only child because...well.." Deliah flushed. "They weren't fully functional, really... We had to do an artificial insemination.."
"Well...how did the Lashran have children if they were all--..oh, ********/> Mordread seemed a little slow at the moment, "I'm confused...." Okay, so it could be blamed on half paying attention and being dead tired. His face was completely blank as he looked over to Patrick.
"They reproduced with each other, didn't they, Ma? They slept with each other and MALES had children!"
"Only lifebearers!" She defended, hands waving in her defense. "Lifebearers are RARE, sweetie!"
"Do...they go into heat, Mrs White?" he asked quietly, looking a little worried at his lover as it suddenly hit him. Was Patrick...? Dear god....
"They...oh, dear, Patrick.." Her voice was small, hand rising to her mouth. "Well..they're SUPPOSED to...around patricks age... You're only nineteen, dear, we thought since you were mostly human.. Oh, but your pupils were so large and you looked like your father in coloring that we thought.."
Mordread reached over and took Patrick's hand, "We should make an appointment, love," his green eyes looked over to Deliah and took a deep breath, "Well, you may be a biological grandmother after all, Mrs. White....Wait, 19?" he raised a brow and looked over to Patrick.
Patrick paused at that, glancing over at his lover sheepishly. "I tell everyone I'm twenty five... I graduated college at seventeen or eighteen." Voice quiet, fingers squezing his hand. "But mom said she couldn't handle a baby - artificial stuff! I could be the same."
"...but, dearheart... You're a lifebearer."
"Mm. I feel old now," Mordread laughed softly, not quite caring that he had lied about his age. Hell, he didn't even know how old he really was, even though he thought he was in his later twenties...A pause as he looked to his lover, speaking to his mother, "What happens when Lifebearers go into heat?"
"It's a 'Cycle' really..." She fusses slightly, chewing at her lower lip. "And only happens a few times in their life... They get..Well.. Im assuming you know, from the looks of you two!"
"Yeah. We know. What is the probability of him being pregnant?" Mordread squeezed his love's hand again, taking a deep breath. It wasn't fair that they hadn't known this - and it was a lot to swollow. But it wasn't as if Mordread wouldn't be happy about the prospect of being a parent. It was to be expected that he'd be happy, considering how maternal he was.
"Well..uhm... Akuti, dear, go get yourself some food?" She distracted the girl and Akuti nodded, tromping off to the kitchen. "...it depends. Did you use Patricks.." She coughed, "For..luberication?"
Patrick paled. "....yeah. A little. Or a lot."
"...then you're probably pregnant."
Mordread took a deep breath, "Well then...Definitely need to make an appointment..." came Mordread's soft voice. He was almost always level-headed and calm. Thankfully.
Patrick wasn't so level headed. He stared from his mother...to his lover...and then - thump. Out cold on the couch. Deliah squeaked, moving towards her son
"You should have told him, you know," he muttered, moving to stroke at his forehead and pat at his cheeks, "Wake up, darling, wake up...."
"I didn't think he'd grow up to be gay!" She protested, sitting near the other, waving at her son. "Or a bottom, for that matter!"
Patrick moaned slightly, wriggling a little.
"When you found out he was gay, you should have told him. And he usually DOESN'T bottom, thank you very much. Apparently, the heat makes you want to." he grumbled and leaned down, kissing at his lips, "Wake up, Patrick."
"We didn't know it happened at nineteen!" And he wakes up slowly, eyes fluttering with pursed lips.
"......what just happened?"
"It doesn't matter WHEN it happens, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM!" Mordread was getting a little frustrated with the blonde. It didn't help that he already didn't have a large fondness for women due to his past, but damn. His green eyes went back to Patrick, "Your mother just told you that you're not quite human and you may be pregnant. And if you pass out on me again, So help me..." he looked worried.
Patrick made a soft noise, eyes going to his mother once more. "I...mom?"
Deliah ignored Mordread, dipping down to cup her sons face, looking worried. "Are you alright, darling? I'm so sorry... I just didn't think it'd ever happen."
He didn't so much like being ignored - but then again, he had been all his life. With a little hmph the cat boy stood up and walked into the kitchen to check on Akuti and help her if she needed.
Patrick made another noise at Mordread stomping off, grabbing for him but...missing miserably. Deliah frowns, helping him sit up and stroking his hair back. "Mordread.." Pouting a little bit.
Mordread came up to Akuti, "Hey, Angel, you find everything okay, or do you need some help?" he'd go back into the living room after giving his love some time with his mother. Who he already was starting to dislike. For, what he thought, was a good reason.
Deliah was just a little bit on the airheaded side. XD She was fluffing patricks hair and trying to get him to cheerup. The boy finally shook his head, taking her hands in his. "Mom.. I'm really tired. Please, can you..."
"Of course, darling." Kissing his forehead. "Call me!" And she flounced out. Akuti just beamed up at him, mouth full of tomato.
Mordread smiled a little bit, ruffled her hair, and walked back into the living room to check on his lover once his mother left, "Everything okay with you, darling?" he asked, moving to sit beside him. He knew that Patrick had a problem with freak outs when the unexpected happened.
Patrick sighed, fiddling with the towel on his lap, frowning up at the others expression. "...didn't mean to pass out." His voice was a soft murmur, hand twisting in the couch cushion.
"I know, you had a little bit of a shock. Are you okay?" he stroked at his cheek gently, looking into his eyes. While Mordread wasn't exactly...sure how he felt about everything, he'd push his own feelings aside, at the moment.
"...how the ******** am I going to give BIRTH?" His voice was still soft, leaning into the touches, eyes closing. "I mean.."
"C-section?" he asked, pulling him into his arms to hold tightly, "I was reading some of the medical books at the library. Rather interest......Nevermind, not the time to discuss books," he smiled sheepishly and rested his head against the darker man's head, "We don't even know for sure if you are."
Patrick clung back, face pressing into his neck. "Well...maybe..if mum had to do an artificial thing...something messed up. Maybe I'm not pregnant. Maybe?"
"Maybe. But what if you are? How do you feel about that? I mean...you wouldn't...You know...." he looked a little worried at the thought of his lover not wanting a child of theirs, no matter the circumstances.
"Wouldn't what? Abort? No!" He shook his head, hugging him tightly close. "I'd... I'd deal with it, i guess? I mean.. adopting a kid is one thing but..the pregnancy doohicky.."
"I know, a scary thought..." he paused as he stroked at him, relief flooding through him as Patrick seemed so adament about not aborting. That made him happy - it was their child, anyway, "I've always wanted a family and children of my own. Biological children, ya know? Thought it'd never happen because of my preference, but...You know...It's a piece of each of us, if you are. It's...As girlish as it sounds, made because we love eachother," his brows furrowed. Cliche and girlish, indeed. But he didn't exactly care right now, "It's...ours."
Patrick smiled briefly at that, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek gently, eyes closing slightly. "...you're right then... We need to make an appointment somewhere... Just..somewhere to show us it's not deformed or anything.."
A smile faintly touched his lips as he leaned up and kissed his chin lovingly, "I agree. Want me to get the phone book, or do you know of someone? You're the scientist in the family..."
Patrick hesitated, head tilting back just slightly for Mordread to keep kissing, letting his eyes close. "I don't know anyone.. I can ask around but.."
"But?" he asked softly, pulling him close and kissing at his cheek and chin again, "You're still in shock, aren't you?"
"...a little." Leaning closer, nuzzling into him with a sigh. "And it's too soon! it's been..like...a day." Frowning slightly. "We could wait a week or something...Just to make sure.."
"Yeah, we can wait a while, so long as you want love," he stroked at him gently, "Do you hope you're not?"
"That's not it. You just..can't tell after just a day. it takes a few days - a week - to be able to tell." His cheeks heated up, head tilting to press his cheeks against Mordreads. "....we could have little black kitties."
"Or little white kitties with black stripes..." he blinked, "Oh, s**t, I'm a cat. Or part cat. Cats have litters...." his green eyes widened at that thought, "s**t." It wasn't that big of a deal - was it? Could his cat genes..? Or would it be like Lashran genes and only have normal amounts of children?
"Maybe if YOU got pregnant?" He suggests, fingers petting at him still. "I dunno. Let's ask the doctor... When we find one." Smiling faintly, kissing at his cheek softly.
Mordread turned his head to kiss him in return, gently, "We need a bigger place. Or to add on more rooms...Or something...I think your parents should pay or ask Ianna or something. I don't want to move." he had just gotten settled in his first stable residence, ever. He didn't want to move again.
"Neither do I." His nose wrinkles, returning the kiss oncemore with a faint grin. Fingertips stroked at the others back, eyebrows arching. "..Ask Ianna? For what?"
"Matilda, she's some kind of..I unno, uber powerful thing, right? How do you think she got such a big place? It's not like they're rich..." he shrugged his shoulders and snuggled close to his lover.
"You never know.." A faint shrug, eyes closeing as he enjoyed the other being close. "We'll think of something.."
"I know we will. We'll get through everything together. You'll never get rid of me, Patrick," he chuckled softly and looked up at him with those loving green eyes. The closeness, intimacy...Was just lovely.
"Mmph." His eyes close, fingers petting at his back, tips stroking over the others tail. "We'll be okay..."
A soft groan could be heard, then, "You KNOW what my tail does to me..." he murmured, taking a deep breath. It wasn't as if he could do anything - he was too sore, but damn..
"Mm?" He blinks, nose wrinkling. "No. I like petting. Calm your c**k down."
"Easier said than done," he grumbled, chuckling softly and nibbling on his lower lip, happily. It was then he made up his mind - if Patrick was pregnant, he'd propose.
He grinned and stretched out, eyes closing. "I'm hungry... I should get some food, lover.."
"I'll get you something, what do you want?" he stroked his cheek and untangled himself from his lover, standing up slowly.
"Something green?" He murred, eyes sliding open to stare at the other with a grin
"Salad with sesame dressing sound okay?" It was easily made and Mordread was too tired to even cook for himself. Which meant he'd have to share...Not a very pleasant thought for the cat.
He grinned and stretched out slightly, wriggling his
And with that, Mordread went to grab both the phone book and a salad for his lover. Things had an odd way of working out - but he was happy despite the soreness and surprise.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 11:13 pm
I drew that! Shiniee said I was very very good and he's puttin' it on the fridgerator!
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 4:44 pm
Open RP!
No warning apply. ^__^ A summary will be posted here once it's finished.
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The Nozomi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 12:42 pm
Iamel frowned, glaring down at the cockroach. He had caught the bug earlier that morning, scrambling from Akilahs prying claws and gaping mouth. It was lounging in a glass jar he'd stolen from the kitchen a day or two ago, idly scratching at the smooth glass wall that surrounded it.
The woodpecker frowned down at it harder then before, small wrinkles twisting at the corners of his mouth. He was upset! He wanted the cockroach to explode, damnit, to burst into a bunch of little pieces. He could feel the power bubbling behind his eyes, in the corners of his brain to make things go pop. It was probably part of his desire to posses so many fireworks...
Iamel knew he wasn't normal in that respect. Akuti, even with her hooved lower half and her green hair, was normal like a little girl should be, loving her dolls and other people. Akilah, despite being a total spazz freak and an animal, was normal in how he was learning to walk and talk was normal. Iamel, who had been born of a bird and could walk and talk and think like a grown boy with the urge to blow things up like mad crazy, knew that he and his impulses were far from normal. It didn't bother him overmuch except when he couldn't get this abnormality to work.
His red eyes glared at the cockroach some more. It was now skittering around the jar like it was being chased but Iamel knew it wasn't of his own doing. He reached over, fingernail rapping at the thick glass. The roach stopped all movemnt, anteni quivering atop it's bulbous head. It was afraid?
An eyebrow arched. No. Not afraid. Merely wondering. What was this thing causing all the vibrations around his glass cage. The woodpecker scowled, concentrating on the little cockroach, wriggling his fingers at him in a fashion he'd seen on televion do.
"Abracadabra!" He shrilled, waving his arms even closer to the jar containing the cockroach. It didn't budge, save for those thin black rods atop it. "Hocus Pocus!"
Nothing.
"BLOW UP, GODDAMNIT!" His bellow was harsh, especially for the usually high-pitched woodpecker. Noise around the house stopped, Patrick peeking his head into the bedroom where Iamel was currently squatting.
"Woodie, keep your voice down, ok? I just got 'Kilah and Lahela to sleep. So relax."
He got a glare for his trouble. Patrick, wisely, retreated. The Gaurdian of Death was left with his living cockroach and his own little self. s**t.
Try one? Unsuccessful. ********>
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The Nozomi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 12:44 pm
[Second ******** the beetle. ******** bugs. Bugs sucked. Stupid bugs.
The woodpecker was grumbling under his breath, ducking away from his noisy family with a frown on his face. He didn't like it! He could FEEL the power, just under his fingertips, buried under the skin and..well, damnit! He wanted to unleash it!
Diacyn could give into his fury and just destroy things haphazardly but Iamel was the Big Kid in the family. He was second only to Mordread - the kiddies listened to him and he kept them in line when Shiniee was throwing up or upset and Mordread was comforting his Shiniee. So it wasn't as if he could just act out and go on a rampage, killing his brothers foxes or anything like that.
No. He had to be constructive.
Iamel growled, pausing as he came to the small shelf of trees that lay behind his families home, hesitating before digging his nails into the rough trunk. The trees smelled familier, like a home lost in his new human mind, but still so very...comforting. They were quiet where his siblings were noisy..maybe that was why he couldn't vent. Too much noise.
Or maybe he was just inept.
The boy hesitated once again, that thought making him insecure for a moment. WAS he stupid when it came to that power? Maybe only raptors could do it. maybe only raptors could unleash that fury, the anger and power he so admired Diacyn for.
His head shook, a growl low in his throat as he stubbornly pulled himself up the tree. The climb was long and rather painful, as trunk slid over his soft palms an dagainst the cement roughened knees. One would think that living with Akilah would've made him more tough-skinned... The little bird could hold his own.
Soon Iamel found himself astride a thick branch, watching his home from above. It was weird to see the outside of his house this way, siblings running in or out - Kian was biting Rothe in the window of their room. It was too small for them. They needed a bigger house.
Shiniee wouldn't move. Not with the babies so far along.
Right?
"I hate it," He said suddenly, a pout forming at his mouth. "It's small and cramped and shiniee said I could have a room ALL to myself but.." But it was selfish to keep his room all to himself when the babies were sleeping three to a room. Iamel knew it.
His fingers twitched, eyes narrowed and on his family home still. Iamel WANTED to be selfish. He LIKED prancing around, knowing things were his, hurting who did bad things and getting rewarded for it by having his own room. They had to move, Shiniee pregnant or not, or he'd never get it, fully, without guilt.
Diacyn could do it. He could be selfish and keep the room to himself. Savious could do it and Xaxis probably could.. Dax certianly could.
Another twitch. Why couldn't he be like them? He wanted to. He was just as good - better, his Shiniee said. Wasn't he? Well? WASN'T HE?!
Deep in his own thoughts, Iamel didn't notice the leaves around him trembling just a little, fingertips twitching on their own behalf. He was too caught up, wrapped around his own mental images of what he SHOULD be and what he COULD be or what he WANTED to be to notice anything outside of his own skull.
That wasn't good for the little line of ants traveling around the mass of that thick branch he was settled on. Another twitch of his fingers and one of the ants exploded on itself with a harsh squeal of indignance.
His red eyes jerked down, wide under the furrowed eyebrows, and stared at that miniscule dot of black littering the branch. He did it. HE DID IT!
Right?
The woodpecker squeezed his eyes tightly shut, willing the thought sof not being as good - as being a failure - back into his mind, despite how much they hurt him. Another pop and then one more. When he opened his eyes, there were five little black dots of exploded ants on the branch.
One still had wriggling legs.
With a whoop, the woodpecker leapt from the tree branch, rolling onto the ground with a laugh. "SHINIEE! SHINIEE I DID IT! I KILLED IT! SHINIEE!"
[Successful]
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The Nozomi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 12:47 pm
[Sigh. One more time. I keep forgetting to do the action. ><]
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:47 pm
Journal.
I can't do this anymore.
I seriously ******** can't.
Everything kind of piled up and I felt like I was in a dream world - a lover? KIDS? Lots of kids? BIOLOGICAL kids? What the ******** is wrong with me?
Where did my entire world go?
This isn't a twisted version of post-pardum or anything, journal. This is me trying to figure out what went wrong in my life - why things are now the way they are.
I wasn't meant to be a parent - Iamel is so much better at it then I am, despite teaching them bad words or trying to blow up snakes, and he's only a little kid. Mordread has taken to it like a fish to water...
But me?
I don't know what the ******** I'm doing.
I curse, I drink and I smoke. I talk about sex, I'm as queer as they come and, ******** hell, I don't want to love anyone.
I adore Mordread. Yeah.. I love him? I mean... I don't know. I love him in the way one shouldn't love a lover. The sex is great and we get along like the best of friends but I don't.. I mean, I DO love him. But ******** out of here, Journal. I may be back for you and a brat or two later but...
I have to ******** get out of here.
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Patrick slammed his journal shut and stood. The house was noisy with children, screaming and with laughter, the clean air closing in around him like a vice of wet wool.
He shuddered and grabbed at his wallet. The package of cigarettes followed and his sunglasses. When Iamel glanced up from his book and gave his father a curious look, Patrick just shrugged.
Patrick walked out while lighting up a cigarette, striding down the street. He wasn't going to be back anytime soon.((This is NOT a hiatus notice. This is Patrick trying to sort out his thoughts and make some major life desicions, etc, etc. The kids will be active but Patrick will NOT be avaliable for RP or anything for a while.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 12:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 5:19 pm
Iamel was looking for something to make. Since his Shiniee had left, the b*****d, he'd been in charge of food shopping. It was hard to keep track of everyones diet. Some ate only a strict diet of food (Akilah being one) and while others had a wider arrange of diets it HAD to be nutrious.
The stupid catbitch hadn't stopped stessing that last point. He'd ignored Shiniee leaving and hadn't stopped being stressed and smiley since.
It worried Iamel. At least HE was dealing with the dark gaurdian leaving. The other kids, while confused and hurt, were adjusting to Just Mordread. Shiniee, who had been the sun in so many of the kids worlds, had vanished.
Iamel shook his head roughly, letting himself ride the escalator in the huge store. The food was upstairs - that's where he was headed. The woodpecker was grumbling.
A cart was grabbed and the little bird was on his merry way. He was still just a child, small in stature and weak compared to his friends, but he'd matured since his birth nearly a year ago. Shiniee had told him so, before he left. he didn't scream or get huffy as he used to. 'Sharing' was allowed, if only because he was still number one, but he had become a sort of surrogate mother.
Diacyn would've hurt Shiniee for leaving and making iamel cry. It was something the hurt woodpecker couldn't bring himself to do - to hurt his Shiniee would be a crime against Everything.
The boy grumbled, his wheels squeaking indignantly as they mved. It was eather dead in the store - people were at work and children were at school.
Apples.
Meat.
....more meat. Kian liked it.
Fish. For Yashi.
Fruits, veggies, eggs and milk.
His cart was full and Iamel was headed to check out to make the food legally his when he saw it. His hands tightened on the cheap plastic push-part and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Who had the young boy spot, loitering by the elevators, but his Shiniee?
Not just any regular Shiniee. HIS Shiniee. Bright glass against dark skin, lanky, pierced, small.
His. No one elses.
It was the first time iamel had SEEN his Shiniee in over a week since he'd left.
Those red eyes narrowed even further and before he knew what he was doing, Iamel was running at Patrick, full-speed, with his shopping cart.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 5:52 pm
The sound of the jangling, full cart is what drew Patricks attention. He had been minding his own business, holding a rather geeky magazine to his chest when the sound hit his ears.
Cland-a-duh-dang-a-thud!
That thud was the card catching Patrick in the stomach. He made a garbled noise, eyes flying open to see the head of gold, orange and red over a stray loaf of bread.
Oh s**t.
No matter his midgivings, the elevator door had opened and the people had filed out. Undoubtedly, they were wondering why a young man was being slammed into by a nine year old. Iamel grunted and there was an extra push.
They tumbled into the elevator. Rather, Patrick tumbled and Iamel continued his relentless shoving of the cart against his Shiniee.
Patrick crawled to the side and scrambled to his feet once he was free. There was a knot on the side of his head - it ached already - and his stomach felt bruised. "IAMEL!"
The woodpecker was in the elevator as well, smashing the cart against the side of the elevator wall. His shovings were rough and angry, a snarl on his face and he looked as if he had no intention to quit anytime soon.
"IAMEL!"
He ignored Patrick even as the elevator doors closed. The dark man was afraid of his small son - the young man trapped in a small childs body. This was a grown mans rage.
"Iamel!" He tried once again, jerking over to grab the boys arm, "Iamel, stop ******** off!" WAs the immediate answer, a scream on the childs lips. His voice was rough and angry, eyes wild and without the usual affection they held for Patrick. "You can't tell me what to do! You CAN'T! You walked out and left us!"
Iamels fist swung, fast, at Patricks face. With a geeping noise, the scientest grabbed Iamels wrist, holding it tight in a prison of dark skin, rings and nailpolish. The woodpecker lashed out again, with his free hand. That, too, was captured.
"Listen to me, Woodie!"
The woodpecker writhed in his fathers grasp, "Let me go! Don't TOUCH me! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
Iamels body grew warm along with his screamings and flailings - the elevator went black. TheThe machinated body screeched to a halt, making both father and son stumble as well, once again.
The power was out.
Oh s**t.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:47 pm
Oh s**t!
The POWER was out!
Although he was face-first in a bag of M&Ms (so much for nutritious, yeah?) and on the ground, Iamel was hyped. He had caused it to stop - his absolute rage with his Shiniee had -
Shiniee.
His head shot up, scrambling to his feet in the darkness. "Shiniee?" The bird coughed out, hands moving in the darkness to find the other. "You ok?"
A graon was his answer. He shuffled closer, sneakers hitting his Shiniees frame. Another groan.
"Shiniee, I made the power... Oh." As suddenly as his excitement came, so did the exhaustion. Pain, like little pinpricks, spread over his whole body. The muscle hat had been stretched needed oxygen, badly. Tingling and shivering commenced, Iamel squeaking a questioning noise before he collapsed.
Patrick grabbed Iamel before he fell, hugging the small boy close. "Iamel?" He whispered tersely, "Oh, gods, please don't be dead. Please?"
Patricks voice broke slightly, blind hand stroking at the dark-hidden hair. "I love you, you psycho little woodpecker brat. Don't die on me."
Luckily for Patrick, death hadn't died just yet. His chest rose and fell steadily, frame limp in his Gaurdians grasp. He was safe once more in the arms of his Shiniee - it's where he belonged, yes.
Passing out was better then death.
It was how the next few hours passed fr the two. Patricks eyes adjusted to the dim light and Iamel stayed asleep. He twitched once in a while but it was a few hours until his eyes finally cracked open.
"Ow," He croaked, shuddering. His entire body was sore, aching in every part. it was NOT a fun thing, to be Iamel, at this moment.
"Iamel! Thank ******** god, kid!" The woodpecker squeaked as he was hugged close, wincing as bones rubbed together. "I didn't think you'd wake up!"
Did he sound don the verge of tears? The thought puttered around in Iamels head, making him squirm. "Leggo!" The still-pained boy groaned, trying to push him away. Patricks grip loosened a bit but not enough for his son to writhe free.
"Are you okay, brat?" He leaned back, hand moving to pet through the multi-colored hair. "You took a beating there... you just passed out."
"I'm fine." His voice was a rough snarl towards his Shiniee, skirting and wriggling away from the other. Small hands grasped at a random bag - apples! - and the plastic was torn open. Apples in one hand, and then they were flung towards his Shiniee. He squeaked from the assualt, ducking and trying to hide behind the cart. "I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
"I'm sorry! I'm SO ******** sorry, Iamel! Just stop hitting me! Please!" His voice was a whine, grabbing at a frozen chicken to block the other, whining once more. "Please! I'll explain everything if you just stop throwing things at me! I can't explain when I'm out cold!"
The hand wavered... and Iamel bit into it ruthlessly, chewing and swallowing with a growl. "Then. Talk."
"I...well, ********." Shiniee stumbled a little, catiously lowering the chicken. "I just... I just almost snapped, Iamel. I never WANTED kids. You saw how freaked out when I got you, right? I screamed like a little five year old girl when I saw you and I just.. We have SO many kids. And mordread..
"Hell.. Mordread. I don't know what to think about Mordread. I love him. He's amazing. A little ******** clingy and totally insecure, but he's... He was part of the reason. A lot of the reason. It wasn't that I didn't love you or didn't love the other kids I just.. I couldn't handle all the goddamn pressure. And you all ******** trusted me--"
"We TRUSTED you!" The bird shot out again, throwing the last, half-eaten apple at his fathers head. "We TRUSTED you! THat's the goddamn point! We TRUSTED you more then ANYONE!" His voice had rose into nearly a scream, pushing himself up from the ground. "We trusted you with our ******** LIVES and with our FEELINGS! You just walked out one day! You a*****e! b*****d!"
The vehlmance in the childs voice made the dark man pull away, shoulders hunching up. "I know! I KNOW. I was wrong, damnit! I know I was wrong! But I had to unwind, I had to clear my head - somehow."
"Did it work?" Iamel snarled back, arms tightening. "Did your head clear?!"
Patrick hesitated at that. "...I found out I had two other kids?"
"WHAT?!"
"I was raped! Before you! A-a few weeks before you. It wasn't her fault and not mine and it's just... just really LONG to explain. But there were two kids born and they're MINE and I have to talk to Mordread about it..."
"Even if you're not in love with him?"
Another hesitation, one hand rising to rub at his eyes. "I DO love him. But... but yeah. I have to talk to him about them. I want to keep them."
Iamel slid down the side of the elevator, lips pressed into a tight, thin line. "What are their names? What do they look like?"
"Ade and Tyven." Shiniee sighed, relieved he wasn't being butchered by the boy. "They.. they look like me, actually. More then Morgan or Katura do. Both dark.. purple streaked hair. Partially blind. Tyven likes to take things.. shiny things. Ade likes to pet at soft stuff." He smiled faintly, glancing at the child. "... I'm sorry."
He shook his head slightly, knees pulling up and pressing his face between them. "I hate you." Iamels voice was choked, swallowing harshly. "How.. how can you leave us and then just go and get more kids?!"
Patrick edged over, one arm wrapping around the other hesitantly. The minute his Shiniees arm was around him, though, he began to sob. His small frame was wracked with sobs, twisting to clutch onto the others shirt. "I hate you... hate you so much..."
"Love you." His voice was a whisper, dragging Iamel onto his lap. "Love you, Iamel... I'm so sorry. I won't leave you again. I won't..." Kisses were pressed against his hair and temple, both of them 'leaking' and rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry..."
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