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 Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 8:05 pm
auzzie_kat Kat ground her teeth angery with herself. She didn't mean to snap at D.S. she really was a nice girl. Through the grounding of her teeth she managed, "No. I thought people owned them because these guys have some weird bird fetish." She cast her eyes away from D.S. inside her head it screamed to say sorry but her stubornness wouldn't let it win.
Kat folded her arms, he tail slashing vilently through the air as she thought in silence. She felt her own wings pressed tight against her body for the first time tonight, the colour matching her dress bar the odd flecks of crimson though them. Her hand caresed silently the feathers she could reach by her side. She couldn't understand why she cared about the other girl nor so much about a damned bird! Atleast SHE wasnt a bird. She was naught but a fallen angel. She flinched at the memory. For ******** sake. Why did things have to be so confusing.
After quite a silence Kat, staring at the floor, gave in "I'm sorry. I didn't eman to snap- I... I dont know what came over me."
The rejection had settled back in and the cat and ruffled her fur the wrong way. Appologies just didn't cut it for the fox.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 10:39 am
Jer'ain coloured at the compliment, shuffling closer to Savius and lowering her head in what was almost, but not quite, a bow. Her gaze remained on Xaxis's shoes, where it belonged, for surely she had no right to look into his face. He was Kin, and Savius had sat by her bed on many nightmare nights, telling her of Kin, of glory and beauty and truth. "I thought..." And then she stumpled, and turned to her brother with desperate eyes. "V?"
Savius stroked her hair lightly, where tufts of it emerged from her hat, and that seemed to calm her a bit. But he didn't speak, so she was left, weakly hunting for the words with which one might address a diety. "It's nothing." A whisper, only.
Were he to open the wrapping paper, and then the small box within, he would find a bracelet, made of lovely, opalecent beads and delicate silver bells that wrang lightly when shook. It had been a challenge, buying it. She had ventured out of the house even, with none but Taylor for company.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:23 pm
Kat gave a shrug, "Fine then." She gave her a smile anyways and didn't ask any questions about that odd shop owner picking up another glass of punch she somehow-Feeling slightly typse- managed to get herself another part of the room.
Still birds flocked around the place, snaches of conversations drifted past her.. Some of these 'beings' I guess you could call them, where short tempered and-Well.. Short tempered. A few seemed kinda relaxed but at the same time, everyone seemed to be on edge about something, once again she felt like she was being watched. Casting her gaze out around her she couldn't catch anyone imparticular that she knew.
The shop keeper was around there somewhere, but she'd never talked to him. Well. Not really talked to him. Still.. Im sure -he- was a -she- at somepoint.. Or he's gender confused? She giggled silently at the thought and kept her eye out for someone who may be an interesting chat... Or if all else fails... Going home may just be the right thing. Who needed to be at some freak bird party when she had enough 'freaks' living in her house... With exeption to her adopted children...
She was bored, and advertising it. She twiddled her fingers around her cup as she drained the last little bits, feeling even more tiddly as she did so. Old habits die hard.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:18 pm
D.S watched the female move away from her and felt a twinge. Regret. She had been so close to befriending-maybe even helping- another person and off she sent them. Typical. If only she could get a hold of her bad attitude.
Whatever, it wasn't important now. She shot a glare up at the eagle, silently blaming him for the fight and for the loss of an acquittance before picking herself up. What was left? That violet haired man wanted nothing to do with her, the predatory bird was pissing her off, and she was... alone.
The fox wiped off her face with the back of her hand and moved toward the door. Should she leave? Go back to her apartment and do what? Stare at the ceiling? Her eyes slithered around until she found the man of her current attention span. Shanuh... He seemed so emotionless but all the birds brought a light into his eyes. His purpose... it was those feathered children.
"Lucky a**..." She muttered dully before standing back and taking in everything about the mass of people here.
Colors wafted and danced through her vision and so many smells... carrion, birds, humans, death... they all lingered in one place. Intermixing and making the scent almost intoxicating. People mingled unaware of anything but their little groups and their conversations. The occasional outburst had gotten their attention but nothing created a true wave in the crowd.
The fights had all but settled now and all seemed at peace save for the one boy who had left. The fox frowned and held her clawed hand toward the door. Leave? What use...? Stay... That left the same option. She longed to be accepted in this world of masks.
After all... masked people... could pretend to understand masked people. They could swirl around and pretend to be someone they weren't, creating for a time a paradise. For instance, she'd been unnaturally friendly this evening, twice. She blamed the mask of porcelain upon her face. It hid her true self. Made her believe she was one of them.
That was foolish... Perhaps... it was time to end this game of life.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:33 pm
People would be severely hurt - more then possibly killed - tonight at the hand of the hot-tempered woodpecker. He was Not Pleased at all with the ongoings and, as his son disappeared with the Japanese boy only to have Matsu, alone, reappear, the dark man gave a ********. ******** ******** ******** didn't want to think about it now, though. No thinking about his son having sex with this...this person.
Patrick twitched at the thought and spun on his heel. Shanuh. Shanuh, no matter how cryptic and cynical and assholish he could be, somehow always made the dark man feel less out of the loop. Granted, the shop keeper probably wanted to kill him for his abandonment but Shanuh was there and Patrick was upset and Iamel was gone.
So he moved over with hard strides, moving to Shanuhs side to simply stand there.
Anti-climatic. Whatever
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:09 pm
The girl was nearly startled by the response, as she'd almost thought she'd not been heard. Her attentions shifted yet again, this time back to the host of such marvelous event, and she lowered her gaze as though to spare any direct blow from him as she quietly ran through a line that had been rehearsed many times over in her head. "I...I wanted to apologize for the dish. I can pay for it, however much you're asking, and if I can't do so right away..I'll..I'll do whatever work you have for me, until the debt is gone." Good. That was a good start. Now for the bird and the matter of what to do with him. For all she knew - it didn't even belong to him, although she was sure, somewhere in her mind, that it did, and the affection was more or less fleeting. "I also wanted to say that you've really done well with training the birds...the Heron has been following me, but I really enjoy his company..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 12:10 pm
((Sorry for the holdup, guys! School and a very bad weekend. *laughs*))
Shanuh stared at Donna, his shadowed gaze peering coldly down upon her. He was tall, yes, but there was something about Shanuh that made him seem like a giant.
Perhaps it was because of the way he carried himself - detached from the music, the warmth, the celebration. He was nothing more than a puppet on the string, lips tainted with dust from his earthan kiss that had created him. There was something entirely unnatural about Shanuh. . . even for Gaia's standards!
But such was the way of the world. This violet haired man behind the gold and silver glitter, was nothing more than a worker. He had his job, he knew his tasks, and that was the extent of that. Like a glacier cradeled within the depths of an arctic ocean, the frozen terrain would not melt regardless of the sunshine surrounding it.
Donna was insignificant compared to Shanuh, whom was even more insignificant within the room of all the Kin.
"Fear not of the plate," he responded, voice mild but detached. He truly didn't care about such things. The glass had already been swept up and taken care of. What was the worth of one dish?
Upon her next words, of course, Shanuh couldn't help but quirk a brow. Train!?! Ignorant fools. "Your words may be kind, but are untrue. I haven't trained any of the animals found within these walls. Don't confuse my post at a pet shop as that of a trainer. If the heron follows you it is because he can and he will, not because of any hidden magic."
And that, was that. He gave a little nod, eyes drifting over the Heron. A flicker of emotion, a flicker of expression, and then it was gone. His darling beautiful one had finally found a home.
If Patrick was noticed - which he was - Shanuh made no effort to speak with him. Not yet at least. He had more than a few words to speak to the man about, and didn't trust his tongue. Not that he cared to spare Patrick a lashing, but he didn't care to make a scene.
There had been quite enough of those this fine evening .
And such was the way of things. The two mingled but said nothing, both circling the room in an almost predatory way.
A shame that the one they needed appeared high in demand.
They would wait.
They had all the time in the world. . .
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 12:46 pm
Oh bother. Now where on earth did he go . . .? Such a pain. As if he was really worth searching an entire room for. As if he were really worth having to get up and move.
Look at what happened to the eagle? Lost his perch and was made fun of by a heron and some petty female. Psh. As if he was going to fall in to such a trap! Oh ho - not him!
Besides which, the lazy avian wasn't sure he felt like moving. Maybe if the sweet one showed his face, maybe if the bright one came looking for him.
Why should he be so interested in woodpeckers anyway? They were obnoxiously tall and without the ability to fly. Well . . .at least the Big One was. But . . .if the striped one really wanted a woodpecker, than far be it for him to object.
Ruffling his feathers, the Bird craned his neck and continued to preen up within the rafters.
Blood. The beautiful scent of delicious blood. It was quite nice, in his opinion. Quite nice indeed. Intoxicating really, it was a scent that was hard to ignore.
Now. If he could only find the source.
Perhaps it was irony that drew the bald-faced turkey vulture over to where Lyle had stationed himself. A black feathered form, circling in the typical manner, over head the once-bleeding man.
It was hard to not notice such a spectacle. Once around, now a weave back to the other side, now behind him, and finally, with an ungraceful flop, the creature decided that Lyle would make a most excellent perch.
Claws dug in to this hair and the top of his head, trying to get the bleeding one to be stead enough to land. Heads - they were much better rolling on the ground with their eyes prepared to be picked at. Resting upon these shoulders was a ridiculou idea! They weren't stable enough to land!
Wings flapping wildly, the large bird FINALLY - after a bit of a fight - decided that landing besides the man would have to do. Dropping down, claws clicking against the floor, two black eyes peered curiously up at Lyle.
Mmm. Blood.
Would he share? He just smelled so darn good!
((Haha - pardon for the slight god-moding. GM's perogative, I suppose. ~_^
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 1:45 pm
Was there a bird in teh rafters? Cully thought he was getting tipsy a little early but after one drink.. he was right. There wasn't just a girl with a fancy pair of fluffbrians or anything but there was a bird crawling on someones head and ....another..in the raftors.
And Patrick was hanging out with the creepy guy. The scientest raised his hand to his forehead, nose wrinkling up as he tried to contemplate it all. Patrick wasn't killing anyone?
Patrick was standing silent near Shanuh, his arms folding over his chest. The humans fingertips were trembling, but not out of fear of the shopkeeper. He knew enough to know Shanuh would not endanger Patricks life at risking Iamels anger or hate. Or whatever.
"So you're not going to talk to me." The human muttered, his voice a little bitter. Again, not from Shanuh alone.. The entire night was not how he planned it. Meeting SHanuh was supposed to happen with Iamel there. To protect him. ...Just because Shanuh wouldn't hurt him doesn't mean he wouldn't eat his face or something.
"Shanuh? Please talk to me?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:30 pm
The words had been lies...false, as it was plainly put. "Oh..." the simple reply. A few strands of auburn fell before downcast orbs as she unknowingly sought out anything that would, somehow, create a barrier to protect her from the misconceptions she'd held until this point. There was only the Heron to use, to kindly manipulate into comming between her and the man who had seen through the artificial emanations.
It was fortunate than that the Heron didn't mind it. The delicate trachea arched, its being rubbing gently against her flesh as he sought out to quiet the slowly rising fear. Why? He didn't understand why she was so easily frightened by a simple missunderstanding, but than again, he didn't understand much about the way humans behaved. The graceful movement of his ministrations continued, until finally the dark orbs might sweep over the damaged being and find it without quite so much trepidation as had priorly been exhibited.
Such soft sensation of those thistle hued feathers did do well to calm her, and Amber was able to look up again after a few moments. Not to say that she wasn't still unsettled by the man. After all...he was bigger than she, and it would suffice to say that he did not, if at all, care for her company as the case would be. As such, now would be an opportune moment to do as she did best...retreat. "You seem busy, so I won't be of any more trouble to you...please excuse me."
And with that, the Heron spread his wings in parting splendour and allowed himself to be ushered away, not by force, but simply by duty. The appendages folded back into inconspicuous attire, and to his lady he softly parted his beak, clicking in reassuring tones, only for her to hear. He had already gathered the breach of communication held betwixt them, but that mattered not. He needn't speak anyways, and such silence was preferred by the beautiful one. To him, easily spared words were simply...a waste. Yes...He would much rather save his voice for better things.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:49 pm
Lyle was in motion to shift about again, part of his brain wading through reasons on why exactly he was hanging around still [he needed a bandage, you know, and besides it was better than staying out in the cold, and he didn't have his rent ready yet] and the other part thinking maybe he could be amiable this time around. A few steps in, however, he was stopped. Painfully. Knives, or something like them, dug into his scalp without warning. Lyle demonstrated what could be interpreted as an interesting dance move in which the person is both stopped cold and in spastic action.
Although unsure if it were because of his movement or not, the thick needles [touching his skull, he could feel them grating on his bones but was that just paranoia?] pulled away and a recognizable sound crowded the air: chaotic flapping. Lyle stopped dead once more, his author unable to find a good synonym for 'stopped' in this context without bringing up a dictionary on paper or internet, his hands having shot up to his hair to see if blood were spreading there, too. It was. Today was not a good day for his health. He was taken from his concern for his safety when a blackish mass touched down next to him. It gave him a sort of indescribable look, and he gave it a sort of indescribable look back.
"That was you, wasn't it?" he asked, voice low in both volume and pitch. Then he caught a hold of himself and yelped something along the lines of "Jesus! There was a bird in my head!"
To hopefully calm his nerves he pulled his hands from his head again to check the bleeding. Not terrible but not fantastically little, either - how familiar since that icicle incident [how long ago was that, he wondered, about twenty minutes or something?]. No use, anyways, holding it back; he let his hands drop to his side and looked at the bird with a mixture of worry and irritation and interest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 3:50 pm
Matsuo had been trying to keep to the shadows as he headed back into the party. He felt it prudent to keep a low profile until some of the attention that had been raised died down. Or at least until he found a little liquid courage.
He was keeping a wary eye out for those far too familiar striped wings of Iamel’s, in the chance that he changed his mind about leaving, or the bird boy’s guardian… who at this point he considered a greater threat. He had no idea what Iamel was capable of after all. A quick glance around drew his attention to the man with a drink in hand, a grateful smile crossing his face as he sauntered over.
“I’ll be your best friend for life if you tell me there is more where that came from.” He gestured to the mans drink “I could really use one right now.”
He hadn’t noticed the new birds entering the scene at this point; Even while talking to the Irishman he kept his attention evenly divided between the door and Patrick, who had ofund his way over to Shanuh. Damn… he hoped the Iamel thing hadn’t affected his chances with the shopkeeper.
(short post sorry >.< Im in the middle of scrubbing ash off the walls )
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:38 pm
((sorry for inactivity. School project school project. x_x; once again, I take five steps back in time an apologize for my insufficiency...))
Thought the antics of the struting heron confounded the young Hylusis to hilarity (she couldn't see why anyone would want to act stupid on purpose, much less take pride in it), she had other, more pressing matters to attend to. Dropping her tiny, almost unnoticable child hand from Luis' side, she rand towards a tittering voice.
"Hylusis," Nikel called out in his sing-song voice, eyes light with good humor. "I have something for you~!"
Her eyes grew wide at the mountain of french fries the older, more festive kin touted. "Here you are, sweetling, all for you." a kind smile on his lips.
" Really?" Hylusis regarded the plate with skepticism. It had every type of french fry she could think of. He had even differentiated the Mac Donald's fires and the Burger King fries. No one did that! Was it really ALL for her?
" Really." The young man said, his grin spreading as he handed her the plate. " Careful, it's a little hot." All for her. "I just made them." Nikel added subvertively, just in case she didn't notice the fine craftsmanship.
And a new emotion spread over Hylusis face. Not of indifference or amusement or want, but a different feeling. If it was adoration Nikel wanted, it was adoration Nikel got. She stared up at her new god, steam escaping off the french fries like rays of painted sunbeams.
Meanwhile, Luis watched the child go. He casually wondered if he'd ever see her-or the dead bird she carried like a broken toy. Then he remembered The story he told himself. A soft-edged holiday party. A corpse and a little girl with perfectly matched sets of wings.
Like twins.
He watched a familiar face, an excusemethankyoudon'tmentionit face cross the hall, cautiously, a bird in tow. Towards a Matter purple, silver and gold. Had she spoken to him? The creatures swam in his vision like fish in a tidepool. But the sun was rising high into the sky, drying all the little lost fish away.
No, Luis would see Hylusis again. He had a feeling. Almost unnoticable, a light touch. Not twins, but close.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:36 am
"Here." Cully simply thrust his drink at Matsuo without thinking, still staring up at the creature up on the roof. "Look," He said absently to the Japanese man, head twisting to face Matsuo, "There's a bird up there. All the other ones are flapping about and making noise but... Oh. You're the one Patrick yelled at, aren't you? Good show."
A grin at that, eyes turning back to the bird. "Don't look so nervous. At least Pat's fcused. He'll be on the..leather persons case for a while."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:49 pm
Xaxis had opened the gift, and found the bracelet to be good. More than good, it was fantastic. Ebony wings flared in excitement, in joy that Jer'ain had thought of him and found him such a lovely trinket to wear.
The beads were beautiful, sure to capture the raven's gaze on many occassions in the future. The delicate bracelet fit his typical wear, and it jangled~! Yes, there were janglies and Xaxis couldn't be more pleased.
The dark guardian of disease absolutely beamed with delight. Lips twisted in a grin that was only for Jer'ain, the small ragdoll that felt it her need to serve. "I love it. It's beautiful, darling, thank you!"
If Xaxis were more excitable, he may have clapped his hands or squealed like some silly fan girl. Thankfully, he was too composed for such displays, but the light that shone behind his eyes was proof enough.
He was thoroughly grateful for the gift. Slipping the delicate gift upon his wrist, he gave his arm a little shake to listen to the jangling trinket. The soft bells made his smile grow, and the delight that glowed throughout the raven was very hard to miss.
"You're wonderful, Jer'ain. Absolutely wonderful." And Xaxis truly meant it.
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