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 Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 11:26 am
James looked to the mirror in the belly of the airship, he had not been allowed out of his cabin for the whole trip; and it had taken his toll. The muscles that had slowly built while he worked and hunted in the north, had that much faster ebbed away making him look weak and ill for he had not seen the sun in too long. Din was pacing back and forth, along the trip he had changed to his first settled form, it was not uncommon that a daemon changes its shape; but for now he was a beautiful and sleek looking arctic wolf whose gold eyes not unlike his own; flittered back and forth as the claws clipped the wooden floor as he paced.
“Din” James said as he looked to the wolf whose hackles were raised and fur bristling. “Pacing is only going to make it worse; the captain said we would land soon.” His voice was soft and quiet, as if he was too lazy to speak any louder or his voice unable to be loud for its silky tone would break. The arctic wolf daemon Dinmeleth, looked to James, his gold eyes looked to the humans blue before the daemon stilled and sat down, though his ears kept his steady turning and shifting to listen. “I am bored; we both are going to get sick if we do not move.” The daemons smooth voice moved out, a sort of growl edged each for but it was soft and a warm sort of sound.
James only nodded to what Din said, he knew but they were landing now and would be out to see this school soon; but Din did not want soon any more then James did, but on request Din held fast and did not pace; he could feel James own restlessness and the large river of anger running through him at the captain. They were not stopping at the school, but sometime away from it, and for the whole ship ride they had been treated like a useless and feeble thing; it only got worse when Din hardly changed from a wolf any longer. At a call both James and Din looked up, the captain had entered the gallery as they called it, the man was big and a beer belly flowed over the thick belt at his waist, and his clothing was stained from sweat and food; perhaps blood as well.
The man was pale but he had a sort of tan from the sun, and red on his face from the wind that stung his skin, his eyes were a horrible murky mud brown and his curly messy hair a ball of knots and grease, was red and as bright as his beard that lay plastered to his dirty shirt with grease from a feast of goose everyone had partaken on just a day ago. The man’s daemon clicked her beak making both James and Din tighten up with dislike, a red hawk was what she was; James had seen this sort of bird before, they were smart and strong but foul tempered to every other bird and even their own kind. “Oh if it isn’t the dog boy, going to go to the special school are ye?” His voice was slurred and messy, James could never tell if he was drunk all the time or if he had some unknown accent.
“Dinmeleth is not a dog, he is a wolf” but the man’s eyes sharpened in a sort of clarity as James had said he, it always did and James did not understand why. “Yes, the mutts a he is it?” the man growled and the turned to motion one of his men forward, this other man was tall but unlike James he did not have a lack of muscle and his skin showed a dark and smooth tan like the normal skin of those in the north; darkened for the bodies need for warmth. “Ye take the boy and his mutt to the dock, won’t have him on this ship any longer.” So they had landed, James thought; but Din was watching everyone and trying hard to keep his hackles flat against him.
The man asked to escort them made to move and grab James arm, but the boy quickly stepped away, feet fast as a dancers and Din snarled in anger at the man’s daemon a small song bird who at the growl had screeched a call of alarm and flew to his humans shoulder moving to his neck in a tight sort of hug. The man took a look at his daemon and like most people, accepted the fact his daemon had lost and so moved forward and just let James follow at his own pace. When they reached to dock the man tossed James bags to him and took his leave, moments later the airship was gone and James and Din were alone. “Now what are we going to do James” but James didn’t know and Din sighed before sitting down and frowning, both of them knew they would wait awhile before trying to find the school on their own.
There were no houses or buildings around, and if it rained or snowed; whatever it could do at this place, then they both would be stuck; something James and Din shuttered to think about.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:20 pm
"It's cold."
"Well, duh. The ship is practically here. The boy will be down soon and we can go back to the warmth of the school. Hold your horses, kiddo."
"Festa, I'm not a child anymore. Talk like that and I'll drop you right down and leave you."
"Fat chance, I'd like to see you try. I'll hang you by your ears from the nearest oak, then how would you like it?"
"You're on, fluff-butt."
"Winner buys a drink at the pub!"
"Like you'd have any use of it?"
"Ah, it'd be fun anyways. Always entertaining to watch you play the part of a fool, hon."
Man and daemon bickered affectionately as they tried to keep their minds off the biting winds that came with the cooler months. The scout had been informed that a lad would be arriving soon, and thus he had spent a great deal of time at this particular dock. It intercepted many of the folks traveling in from the north, so the boy was bound to arrive this way, right?
He and the ring-tailed wonder that was currently perched on his shoulder had spent some time scouting out the area during the past couple of days they had waited. It was only a few hours ago that they finally noticed an airship in the distance.
The boy that was dropped off appeared rather pale and sickly, which caused the pale red-headed man's usually grinning face to falter slightly in alarm. That was no good. He'd have to make sure the youth met with a physician on campus once they arrived.
He rubbed his hands together and puffed a few breaths into them as he tried to warm himself, drew his coat tightly about his shoulders, and shuffled towards the dock. He tried to hail the boy with a brief wave.
"Well... A wolf daemon. He's a fighter." Festaever commented quietly into the ear of his other half. "At least, part of him is."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:51 pm
James looked to Din as the wolves ears bristled and shifted about his head, both of them wanted normal food and warmth; never again would he go on an airship of anyone unless he spent time in their company before. “Yes, that man was of the foul type, and his daemon was nothing but a bag of feathers.” Din cried out in anger, the fur along his back bristling and spiking from the ridge of his head down to the base of his tail; but James brushed a pale, long fingered hand over his cold fur and soon both of them were soothed. A movement caught Din’s eyes and the wolf daemon turned to look and see a red haired man waving at them, and with some long tailed thing sitting on top his shoulder.
“James, another red head” Din said as his ears fell back and he moved closer so his boys legs pressed snugly against his side. James turned to look and see a man with a softer shade of red then the one previously with them on the airship, least he did not have a bird, but why wave to them? “Can I help you?” James inquired and made no motion to step forward or to move away from Din who was growling softly. Both of them were tired and worn, the trip had been horrible and not a few times the crew had thought it fun to attack them and mess with them. Both James and Din were use to having to bristle and bear fang to be left alone and in peace.
Still, this person seemed friendly and Din took a small sniff at him and got the smell of books and ink as well as many other people, but then that could be said to anyone. “I smell nothing foul.” Din said and looked up to James in a hound like manner before his form shifted to a blood hound but back again quickly. James had seen the shift and winced visibly when the form was a dog, and something so loyal to people; but it changed so quickly James was sure it would not come to be Din’s true form. However looking at the mans daemon, he wondered what it could be? The wind lowing whistled and smelt of salt from the sea; his clothing he had one was not enough to push that wet coldness away.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:01 pm
"Hopefully you can. I'm more than ready to leave this cold weather in favor of my own bed for a spell." The man, just a few years shy of being in his thirties, cracked a wry grin. His nose and cheeks were flushed from the cold, but freckles could clearly be seen scattered across his face.
"The name is Hector Berkeley. I'm a scout for Jaradin College and I got wind of some news, that we were to have a new student soon. Please tell me you're him! I've been hanging in a small town not far from here, but there isn't nearly as much to do as there is at home." He rubbed his gloved hands together for warmth, before passing one towards the younger man, offering to shake.
Festaever was as curious as ever, but wasn't he always? The ring-tailed lemur left the warmth and safety of his other half's shoulder and plopped on the cold ground, which was covered in a decent amount of undisturbed snow. His long, ringed tail lashed behind him, betraying his interest as he inched nearer to the beautiful wolf before he and Heck.
"Hello, there! The name is Festaever, but you can call me Festa. A pleasure to meet you. The trip long?" He hoped that this pair was the one he and his man had been looking for. The two certainly seemed well worn from travel.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:36 pm
What he said made James glance to Din whose full attention turned to the man, his ears set stiffly against his head. “I don’t know why he said that.” Din knew what James was thinking, to many people were capturing kids and together they were not foolish enough to trust some stranger who just happen to greet them when they landed. James was going to ask him to explain what he said but he didn’t have to for the flushed looking man quickly explained and James felt the muscles of his back relax and Din settle back a little as well; his ears lifting and tail lowering. When the hand was offered James tensed but slowly brought forth his own and enclosed the other before giving it a small shake and being calmed by Din butting his leg lightly.
“Nice to meet you professor, I had no knowledge any knew that I would be coming here, for even I did not know I would be coming here.” His voice was polite and quiet as if talking in a library and one of his hands absently stroked the white fur of his daemon that in return made a small happy sound, a mix between a growl and something like a howl. “My name is James Venor, this is Dinmeleth; just call him Din.” The introduction of his daemon was more to be kind to Din and help the other mans daemon out.
Din watched in fascination as the strange animal came to the ground, what was this daemon; its tail looked like it was made of different pieces. When it spoke Din’s ears snapped forward and he pushed James hand with his nose roughly before tugging his hand with his teeth. “James, it’s a boy Daemon, not a girl” Din watched as James look to the unknown creature with shock but his human turned back to the one named Hector without so much as a word, though Din felt James curiosity. Knowing he had been rude in not speaking to Festa after he was spoken to, Din turned back and did a small nod.
“So it is well met then Festa; and a long trip it was. As my boy said, you can call me Din, much shorter then my full name.” Dinmeleth was having no trouble with the cold or snow and he knew James was having only annoyance to it but he knew his boy would much rather be warm, and he also knew both of them needed food. “Festa, tell your human to get us moving; James will never say it but he’s dead on his feet.” Din to was feeling how tired James was, and how simply talking to someone was stressing him out even if he spoke little.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:56 pm
"Din..."
The smaller creature seemed to consider the name for a moment, but was briskly chatting away again shortly thereafter.
"Din it is, then. Like I said, a pleasure! Oh, yes, it is nippy out here and flights aren't very much fun. I don't mind 'em, but Heck sure as hell hates 'em. As you say, though, the faster we get back the better of we'll all be, methinks. Heck thought your boy looked ill when you both came down." He waved a small, clawed paw airily as he spoke, clearly glad to have another daemon listening to him. He, like his other half, was a very social being.
The ringed creature quickly about-faced and raced up his human in elegant bounds. Hector was obviously used to this, as he used his arm as a step stone for the tropical creature. The message from Din was relayed in a few brief words and thoughts, before he turned his large, amber gaze back towards the pair.
Hector hardly noticed the boy's sudden embarrassment. If he did, he felt no need to call him out on it and cause further awkwardness. It hadn't even occurred to the man that his comment could of been misconstrued to something perverted and his scrawny body ached for the warmth and comfort of his own room on campus.
It seemed the daemon of the boy also wished to leave hastily, but only for his human's stubbornness. It was far too cold for them to be standing about willy-nilly, especially as it was bound to snow again sometime later. The sooner they went to leave, the better.
"We were notified before your departure by someone who knows you, I think. The headmaster has an uncanny ability to knows what lies ahead. He's always on top of everything, it seems. Follow me and we'll be back to the college soon." He turned and motioned for the other to follow him with a wave of his hand, obviously feeling easy in their presence.
"Perhaps we can stop and get something warm to drink on the way."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:18 pm
Din’s ears swiveled and he listened to the other daemon, it was nice not to hear from the ships daemons anymore; boring they were all they spoke of was flying and how strange he was. Strange, if they wanted strange they should look to this ringed fellow, Din thought. “No, the flight was not fun.” The mention of James looking ill Din glanced his way, gold eyes soft and calm. “He is, all that was to eat on the airship was salted meats and James never was one to eat much salt or meat for that matter.” While they lived in the north James had made due with roots and moss stuff and kept quiet healthy by eating fish and seaweed when he could get someone with a swimming daemon to grab it.
As Din watched Festa use his human as a rope, he wondered again what he was and briefly he changed to fit Festa but only for a moment, enough to wiggle his toes and feel the bite of cold before he changed back to an Ice wolf and have the feel of James fingers thread through his fur again, a nervous habit he had picked up while they were stuck for weeks on the airship. When the other pair turned back to them James was still looking slow and emotionless, but Din was shifting back and forth, ears going back and forward in his need to move them on.
As it was said how he could have known they would come, Din’s hackles lifted a bit and his gold eyes looked around sharply, but James simply shook from cold and only let his eyes move around in a single sweep. “Only person to tell would be the leader, do you think it could have been him James?” Din asked his boy and saw him give a small shrug, letting his nervousness show for a brief moment; never one to show much in public. Together they followed and when it was mentioned for a warm drink James nodded, not thinking that the other man could not see him, instead his blue eyes were off looking at everything.
Din on the other had made a grumble like sound before looking up to Festa. “James won’t talk much, he was never around much of people and he always thinks about stuff to much, so when he does answer its slow or late.” Din looked to his human like and adult a silly child; but there was still fondness. "He isn't stupid though, he just not sure how to respond and thinks ahead to much."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:33 pm
The settled daemon watched the changeling with amber, amused, owlish eyes and a soft grin as he peered over the back of his human's shoulder, keeping watch over the two newest students. His dark ears flicked lightly as the daemon, who had returned to the form of a wolf, spoke yet again.
"It's fine. Hector can't ever seem to shut his big trap. Talks too much, that one. Hardly ever get a word in edgewise, don't ya know?" He flicked his long tail, knowing well enough that the boy and the wolf were curious. He had seen it in their questioning looks and Din's shifting. Should he tell them what he is just yet? Or let them marvel in his pure awesomeness, for that was how he felt of himself. He didn't often see another with his own, beautiful tail. The fact that they found him bizarre hardly concerned him.
"He'll talk enough for both of them. He'll probably keep trying." He tilted his head to one side just long enough to share a few words with Hector, enough to tell him about the boy's quiet behavior and the fact that his daemon, too, was male. Though his face was hidden from view of the two, he did seem to be slightly intrigued or surprised by something, noticeable in a change of pace, however brief it was.
"Mister Venor, the little town is just ahead. Not much longer and we'll take a cart back. You're probably half starved! We'll be sure to get you something filling as soon as possible... Curious, do you like the arts? You know, drawing, painting, poetry, that sort of thing?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:59 pm
Din grinned at the other daemon, not really noting as James did many times, that perhaps a wolf grinning is scary and not at all a friendly thing to do. “Ah, well I wish James would talk more, he is to quiet and if I weren’t his daemon I swear I would never find him he is so still and quiet.” James was half aware of his daemon speaking, but he always thought it rude how people listened so closely to their daemons, and so he blocked the words out and simply let himself feel the deep and warm sound that was Dinmeleth's voice. Blue eyes kept glancing here and there, entertained in his own thoughts of wonder at things, such as why there was a dog tied to a pole and no person, if maybe the dog was lonely and also cold.
Din himself was busy watching to the other daemon and once in awhile he would nudge James and make the boy pay further attention to things closer to him, like the small hole he was about to step in. James made a grumble like sound and with the smallest of movements he hopped over the little hole and gave a gentle and bright smile to Festa and Din both. Din huffed and his ears went back but he looked to Festa to reply. “Well I hope he has a lot of luck, only person I know to get him to open was his mom; I wasn’t there then though.” Yes, Dinmeleth knew things that happened before he was outside; he was late in coming then most daemons and even then James talked to him mentally before he even had a voice to reply with.
The pair watched as Festa turned to speak to his human, James noticed the change of his walk as quickly as a lizard noticed an ant, but Din did not think of these things and simply struggled to keep James from walking into things because it was becoming obvious the boy was not really paying attention as much as it seemed he were, no again he was thinking of things; but when James was spoken to his blue eyes moved into focus and he gave a little smile at the mention of food but he noticeably perked up when arts was mentioned, Din to was surprised the man would think to mention that; and he had told Festa nothing of James like but the food and even that was nothing to helpful.
“Food would be welcomed, and yes I do like art; I draw and paint but poetry is something...” He never did poetry because people always wanted to see, and he no more wanted people touching Dinmeleth then seeing something like that. “Do you like art?” He questioned after a minute, the light frown he had gotten in his thinking of poetry smoothed over and instead he had a curios expression like a child looking at something of glass and knowing they could only watch and not touch.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:15 pm
"Well... Maybe he'll come out of his shell a little, y'know? Schooling considered and all. There will be many others his age there, certainly. And ever so much to do!"
He settled comfortably against Hector's neck and the man was only vaguely aware of the conversation being carried on between the two. Festae always became so vexed if he were to listen in, even when they were younger. It was more out of respect and habit for his other half. He folded his arms against the cold and thanked the heavens above that he remembered to bring his warmer jacket for this trip, however short of a distance away it was from Jaradin, itself.
He rambled, but was rewarded with clear interest from the new student after mentioning a subject he was most passionate about. It seemed young James was equally passionate, else he might not of reacted so suddenly and strongly. The man grinned, though he doubted the boy could see, what with he walking ahead. He briefly debated hanging back and slowing his pace, but he didn't want to give the other any discomfort or to invade his personal space.
So he continued moving and glanced over his shoulder. Festa's tail twitched and wrapped comfortingly about his neck, as it had so many times before.
"That's good to hear. And yes, I do like the arts. When I was younger, I wished to grow to be a painter, like my father. Wonderful things, paints. I think it's safe to say that I like the arts very much so. I'm hoping the headmaster will allow me to teach a class or seminar sometime within this year or next, just on paints or drawing alone. I think it might be good to add a little spice and culture, y'know?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:33 pm
“Let’s hope, but as far as I know James never gets along with anyone, his age younger or older; but if there are things to do I’m sure he will keep himself busy.” Din hoped he might find a friend, but really how James thought of people was scary even to him, too much to think about and so quick; well he would leave that to James and help him where he could.
It was cold out, his coat was in his bag folded neatly and all clean; he had not know it was cold for he had not been allowed on the airship deck or anywhere but the food hall and his cabin, aside from that the windows could not open when he passed them and there was no window in his room, or was his room. Stopping his own thoughts James looked to the pair ahead of him, he wondered if he asked them; if he would get an answer, but thought better of it since he did not know the two, and he didn’t really want to volunteer to talk either, well at least to ask questions; he did not need help.
Din heard James mental shout of not needing help, he turned to his boy curiously but he got no reply and so he gave the leg beside him a n**, glad again to have reached his settler form an been able to touch him. James watched the back of the man, once in awhile he would see amber eyes of his daemon, but the most part he felt himself relax more and more as noting happened to him and Hector did not suddenly hug or touch him like people in his travels had done before.
Art, he was still feeling surprised the professor had thought to bring that up; again his mind wondered to another question but he pushed it away, however a second thought he turned to Din and silently asked him to remark to Festa, and the ice wolf nodded his large head and turned to the ring-tailed fellow above. “Does this school have flowers James grew up with them and he hasn’t seen a plant that’s bright and lively for years, only gray and snow.” James took note of what Din said this time, but suddenly he caught Hectors eyes and gave another small smile.
“Many people do not know enough of art, just as many people do not read enough.” It was said in agreement to the class, he knew if there was such a one he would take it, and he could picture Din covered in different colored paints all over his white fur. “I bet you have pretty paintings.” A complement, and a question of the painting, but he would never out right ask; it was to him like asking for help to get to know the other person; if hector wanted him to know he was sure he would be told, the man and his daemon seemed a lively and warm pair, one James hadn’t seen often for most to him seemed cold and angry.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:51 pm
"Flowers? Well, I doubt there are any left this time of year." Festa chuckled quietly in response to the question Din had voiced for James, though he understood perfectly what the ice wolf had meant. The daemon blinked his large eyes and pressed more closely to his human, sharing thoughts yet again. Flowers. He knew there were flowers, but couldn't recall the species off the top of his head. Neither, it seems, could Hector. But there was plenty of plant life on campus, that was for sure. In warmer months, the scout-once-a-student had spent many times out, wandering.
"Yes, there are flowers in the warmer months, and many types too. And trees. And a rather splendid fountain. There is so much to see that can't simply be expressed in words, but you both are in for a treat. Much better than snow, I assure you. I can't wait for the warmth again."
The boy was an odd one. Hector thought it and his daemon could feel that thought easily, but it felt as though they were making progress. James's sentences were worded just right, to the point where he couldn't exactly tell what the boy was getting at or wanted, but he was damned sure going to do what he could. Everyone had their reasons and every student had a story to tell. It was his job to do what he could to get them to a safe and comfortable environment in which to live and learn, and he was trying to do just that now.
"I don't know if you could call them pretty!" He chuckled modestly as he lowered his gaze to the ground below, tracing the path were he had destroyed the snow earlier, on his trek to the platform. It had been ages since he had the opportunity to seriously sit down and paint. Perhaps he would have the chance if a break were to come. He wasn't studying anymore, after all. He had given that up to pursue scouting.
"You might have to take a look and decide for yourself. If you'd like, you can help yourself to my paints. I haven't had the chance to use them much, lately. If you enjoy it, it will give you something to do during break, hn? Besides, where's the good in stifling talent? You seem as though you've got a sharp eye."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 11:18 pm
Ah, Din forgot that flowers grew only when warm; he had never seen them, only those that James painted but even then his human had repeatedly told him the real flowers look so much better. James liked flowers he was sure, because he and his mother had grown them and the fact James liked odd simple things; big actions were bad for him and small ones were good and well met. Din had seen James punch a man because he had suddenly brought him in a one armed hug, well he knew James would have acted like a wild cat to protect himself and Din as well.
“Oh that’s good, maybe I will finally get to see real flowers and grass, things like that.” Din was looking forward now to warm weather, though James had warned him before that with his thick coat he may be feeling rather icky in the warm sun. James tilted his head a bit; most people are quick to proclaim their latest’s work their best and the best. He had never really met someone who would say their art or their music wasn’t any good, or not pretty; he did meet someone who hated their own art yet it was very beautiful, he was sure they were lying to themselves then.
“I would like to see them, you can see mine if I do more.” He volunteered his own paintings forward, but now he did not even have a drawing, he could not pack much and really paper by now would have gotten ripped and paints opened and spilt; he would not risk spilling paint on his clothing he had so carefully packed, even a blanket of fur was in the bag that was large a bulky; heavy but from James look it weighed nothing more than a pillow. “I do like to paint and would not mind to paint more, but I don’t know about sharp eyes.” Really if he did he would have a daemon, and he shuttered at the thought, he was quickly starting to dislike people with bird daemons; at least hunting birds.
In his thoughts James did not see the ice on the path and Din did not think to warn him, for the ice wolf did not know James spikes were also packed carefully in the bag and the thin soled doe skin boots slipped right on the ice and in seconds James found himself on his back and hurting from his head to his arms. Din yelped in pain and growled at an invisible foe for now he to hurt, but quickly the pain was evened out between then and James was left lying on the patch of the ice until he slowly sat up and looked at his arm. He was wearing normal brown baggy pants and a gray t-shirt; now at his elbow was a scrap bleeding slow and sluggishly.
“Ow” He finally spoke and stared at the blood blankly, though Din was fazing in and out and making whimpering sounds in his agitation at the situation.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 11:39 pm
"We'll see about setting you up with something to work on, then. I'm sure there is plenty of canvas and paint to spare." He was pleased with himself, as the younger man seemed to open, ever so slightly. It was a good sign. All smugness and cheerfulness seemed to drain from the already pale, red nosed scout as he heard feet slide on ice.
It seemed to happen in slow motion, yet far to quickly for him to actually do anything other than twirl on his heels to face the newcomer, who was already taking a tumble on the cold, damp earth. The older man was quick on his feet, hastily backtracking to stand beside the fallen one. He hovered anxiously, his bright green eyes focusing almost instantly on the blood that was weeping from the boy's arm. He cracked his head, surely. It was for this reason that he was hesitant and almost fearful to help him up.
"Are you alright? You're bleeding! How does your head feel? Does it hurt?" Ice slips could certainly be dangerous and he cursed himself for leaving his small first-aid kit, which was tucked neatly in his jacket pocket... All the way back at the college. A lot of good it did him, here.
"Be careful, okay? Does it feel like anything might be broken?"
Hector's daemon hovered just as badly, if not worse, than he himself. The ring-tailed creature left his human's shoulder to sit closely to the wolf.
"Are you two alright?" He asked anxiously, inching so nearly to the wolf that he was almost touching. Perhaps he could give more insight, as his human was fairly keen on keeping quiet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:02 am
It would be fun to paint again, looking to Festa he wondered if he could try and paint the exotic looking creature, but he was sure that Festa would then be angry as James doubted he could make his tail look anything as good as what it looked like., He had painted Din as an arctic wolf, he was quiet proud of it but he would not show it to anyone, at least not yet since despite being proud of it he did not think it was good enough, and anyway he had left it back in the north; he doubted if it could be sent to him. Thinking of anything of his being sent through airship and the same one he came from, well he would not doubt he would get a handful of ash instead.
However happy thoughts were gone now, James looked to his arm to see blood and felt his stomach twist unhappily; it wasn’t blood from a hunt, it was his and there was nothing he could strike out at and made bleed for what had happened to him, he had fallen on ice and had done it to himself. The questions fired at him were odd, everything hurt and he was bleeding; does that not mean he is not ok? Confused more as he was told to be careful once he sat up, he turned to Din to see the wolf twitching and shifting to one animal then the next.
Din was in a panic, James was still nagged up from the ice bear attack despite how long it had been, his human was just slow on healing; but now he felt old pains and new and for everything he did not know what to do. Festa as he sat closer to him Din stilled and shifted back t a wolf where he then forced himself to listen as he was asked questions to, James was frowning unhappily, his blue eyes glazed. “The bleeding arm hurts, ribs really hurt and things are spinning though only a bit.” Din shuffled to James poking his shirt with his nose and wincing as he felt the flash or red hot pain where he had touched.
“Nothing broken, only bruised and jarred.” Din finally said, he moved closer to James and shifted so his boy’s arms were over his back, then helped him get up on his feet. James for his part felt like he was going to be sick, his head was ringing and his ribs hurt; plus now he was wet and his bag lay on the ground as well. Slowly he bent down and picked it up before turning to hector and Festa. “Sorry, wasn’t looking down, should have.” The bleeding from his arm was slowing down and it hadn’t bleed so much, just a scrape and it was clean since it had been ice that had done it. “Are we almost there?” He asked after he glanced at his wet clothes.
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