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Oh, the woman was so very lucky that it was the Kestrel that she'd decided to interfere with. Because the Kestrel, frankly, didn't care. There was, actually, a mild hiss of annoyance when she approached, taking the attention of the bleeding man away. But nevermind, he wasn't going to cling to his prize, and there were plenty of others that he could talk to.

Still, he'd answer their question, first. Why not?

"Just a holiday party for the Kin." Savius gave another shrug his wings rustling mildly with the movement. Their surprise seemed silly, but who was he to talk? Some people grew up sheltered, and didn't manifest from birds or wands. "No weirder than anything else that happens on Gaia."

"'course no one minds. There's at least a few unbonded Kin here. They're probably hunting."

That said, he turned away from the almost interesting man and the woman that had taken him. Where was Xaxis anyway?

Oh. He headed toward the Raven at a mild pace, memories of their sleepover warm in his mind. Besides, there was Jer'ain, and her present.

((All done~!))

Luis ignored the dead animals laid out on the table with holly leaves framing their smashed figures. He ignored the wings, the cat ears, the masks, the much too short french maid outfit. He set the last tray down inbetween a stuffed pig and a rotting oposum. The oposum looked up at him with vacant eyes the consitancy of jelly. A white film had collected on the surfface of the soft tissue, and a clear liquid was seeping out of the socket. Luis swallowed hard. Oposums were easily excitable, and often knocked themselves out in panic attacks. Playing dead. In a few hours, they would wake up again and go about their daily routine, as if nothing had happened.

A large raptor flew from the rafters and began picking at the dead animal, tearing open the flesh with its sharp talons. The scavenger, like the rest of the animals crawling through the room, seemed to be enjoying itself. Luis managed a half smile. He didn't feel so well.

The duck pulled at her chariots hair, making his vision blur as his eyes roved in their well-attatched sockets, searching for a spot to focus on. Outside. Luis had the pressence of a tablecloth. He was underappreciated and often got wrapped up in himself. Not that she wanted to drink punch in the first place.

The duck enjoyed quite a different flavour of treat.

Outside, footsteps. One, two, three. A crowd. Luis stuck close to the table, picking up a raw oyster with two fingers, he delicately directed it into the birds mouth. The oyster's slick and lifeless body swam out of Luis' grasp with a boneless squish. A human acquired taste. A sea duck staple.

One, two, three. The animal stopped abruptly and held up his scarlet hand. A few "concerned" characters circling round like vultures above a carcass. Waiting to see if it moved. Kin. She slid the word back and forth in her head like a hard candy. Something moved. Bowed. Socialized. But the duck enjoyed a different type of meat, so she merely looked on with mild interest. For there were many more interesting Matters at hand.

A scarlet Matter had His attention. Blood trickled down his face in little inlets beneath his skin. Ba-bump Ba-bump. The living flesh. The blood spreading like ink onto the paper towel. Underneath the blood fastmoving, quickspreading was a face. Just a papercut.


Something bubbled over inside his head, pouring forth onto the floor. Sliding through his skin. Ba-bump, ba-bump, it went.

Luis felt sick.

With Amber gone, and the duck doing her own thing, Xaxis contemplated his next move. There was Kin to greet - something about pretending to play human disturbed the raven. He didn't want to be an intern anymore, for now, he wanted to be around those like him. Those with wings, those with an understanding of life and living, those who knew the flavor of death.

With everyone hidden behind masks, it was a bit difficult to tell who was who. Some felt similar, but he couldn't place the who or what. Those like Riycan, whom hadn't returned to visit the shop, were all but strangers. Where their more that would arrive this day. . .?

Perhaps. Perhaps.

Magenta eyes were drawn, of course, to a far too familiar figure. For representing the smallest raptor in the avian kingdom (or at the very least one of them) Savius as a teenager was anything but small. Broad shoulders and height, and a cool, disengaging presence that somehow stood out amongst the rest.

His wings, of course, were a dead give away. The soft thistle blues, blacks and maroons proved that the elegantly dressed warrior was noneother than Savius.

A smile, genuine, and another sniffle. Fingers reaching up, the unjangly Xaxis pushed up his feather rimmed glasses. "Well aren't you two a pair!" From the old-fashioned elegance on Savius, to the mobster boss of Jer'ain, the raven couldn't help but admire the two. More to Jer'ain than the kestrel, Xaxis gave an approving nod at the girls choice. "Not that my words mean much of anything, but I approve whole heartedly of your choice in clothing."

There was something charming about Savius sibling, so polite and helpful, dressed to kill. All she needed was a tommy-gun and the girl would be set! Leave it to Lithle and Savius, of course, to provide it~!

With the nearness of his most dear friend, Xaxis couldn't help but be pleased. It was only a year previous that his friend had perched upon his shoulder as an avian, and the two had chattered about the world.

How things surely did change.

It was with that confirmation that Amber nodded and turned away, deciding that she need not coddle an adult into submitting to her medical practices.

"Please excuse me." And nothing more. She only wandered away from him and back towards her location, only to find her previous companion had not waited behind.

Ah well, the girl looked around for him for a few moments, but catching glimpse of his predetermined location, she decided that now would be a good time to sample some of the provided delicacies and meander over the whole matter of what in the world these people meant by 'Kin'. Was it a family reunion? Amber slowed her step as she came upon another small crowd, and she looked to see what similarities she could find. Well...it didn't take a genius, but it was quickly surmised that no one looked quite alike, but all of these people apparently had either

A. walked in, univited, like her: or

B. had some sort of feather fetish.

Almost all of them seemed to have at least one feather hanging out at some odd angle, if not more. Perhaps Kin simply met a group of over obsessed bird lovers?

Obsessed was right. A brow gently arched itself as she turned her attentions to the free flying creatures. Song bird, Raptors, Shore Birds, and Mountain birds...none of these things really belonged together, at least not in the same area, but the laws of nature appeared to have simply melted away, as though some one had told Mother Nature to take a night off so that this event could be held. Not even the laws of man held taunt, for some of the birds openly associated themselves within the personal space of, what she assumed to be, humans, including herself.

One had perched itself upon the table nearest to her and only inclined its head as though to ask, Why?, Why was she here?, Why did she think she was above something as graceful as he (or she)?

Surely no human girl could outmanuver an avian.

Amber glared slightly at the impertinent (in her own mind anyways) bird and dismissed the look with a slight shrug for comfort and a snatch of whatever it was provided. It looked an awful lot like cranberry, so she gave no more thought to it than she would a fruit at home, popping it into her mouth and watching distant feathery fiends and friends mingle.

D.S. swiveled her ears at the mention of the blood but did little else. The odd creatures that were in the room could handle themselves. "Part fox...?" She questioned. That meant the boy would be part cat. That was an odd mix indeed. "In order for him to learn it, he should talk with a fox... " She suggested lightly with a shake of her head. "Otherwise he'll never understand it." Socalizing wasn't so bad after all... even if it was with a cat.

She rose a silver eyebrow at the mention of how many things the poor kid was mixed with. "Uh... I don't even want to know... " She gave a nonchlant shrug. "I don't talk to cats much either..." Sniffing it first, she took a cup as well and sipped it. OK, that was NOT human punch... With a slight cough she put it down and picked at her road kill. A flick of her tail showed her slight annoyance.

She sighed. She REALLY needed her 'medication' if she was going to do this. "How old is the kid?" The sleeve of her T-shirt slid over her arm as she reached for another plate revealing what looked to be a mulitude of needle marks. From the look of it, D.S. was a drugie.

(Thanks for the explination xd )

One and half... The fox debated it for a moment then nodded. "He might be trying fox..." She mused out loud before glancing down at her arm. With a slight growl she shoved the sleeve down. "Stinger tree?" She questioned then actually broke in a small, almost unnatural looking, smile. This cat wasn't so bad...

"Its a medication I take..." She said as though that explained the entire reason for the marks, though the word medication was stressed.