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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:39 pm
Chanticleer walked through the front half of the graveyard picking the weeds and such both from the ground and growing on the stones that marked the fence and grave sites. This place was peaceful to him, no one would judge his appearance here. He lifted his head and smiled watching Vincent prepare lunch in the little shack they called a home. Appendix was trying not to annoy Vincent and failing at it miserably, but it was such a small dwelling everyone was always underfoot of someone else. They once dreamed of something more but both Chanticleer and Vincent's dreams came to a halt the day of the accident.
For what king would want a cripple and a zombie as a knights. Chanticleer frowned remembering when they where whole. Chanticleer was alive and Vincent had all his limbs. They showed so much promise under the gaze of their trainers but now, they ran a graveyard and struggled to live as their land was getting closer and closer to being filled.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:00 pm
She was searching for something she couldn't identify, and had finally come up to the town to see if she couldn't find direction. Coming up to a graveyard, Shamira spied a stallion making his way down it's paths. As she drew closer, she began to notice the wounds along his body, and rushed over. "You're hurt!" she cried, shying to the side as she saw the extent of his injuries. With alarm in her eyes, she looked at the calm stallion, wondering why he wasn't half-dead, or even showing any pain at the least. "We need to get someone to look at those, quickly!" She looked around, wondering where they could go or who could help them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:22 pm
Chanticleer was pulled from his thoughts with a cry from an unknown mare. He wiped his head round his eyes wide not sure what was going on. He stared at her clueless for a few moments before finally catching on.
He sighed and turned away from her ashamed of the way he looked. For a moment he had forgotten his rotting body and visible wounds. "I am not hurt milady, well not anymore. I am rotting....because I am a living dead, a zombie so to speak. I am dead and yet some how alive. It is said to be either a curse of a blessing. I say its the promise I made to my boy's father that kept me alive to watch over my chosen....I am sorry to offend your beautiful eyes fair maiden." Chanticleer refused to look at her again. As she didn't deserve to be burdened with the sight of him, he was not worthy to look at a beautiful mare such as her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:36 pm
It was Shamira's turn to be confused by Chanticleer's words. But strangely, he kept facing away from her. She cocked her head to the side, regarding him curiously. "So, you're not dead, but you're not alive." It was a strange thought, but not the most important one at the moment. "But most importantly, those wounds don't hurt, yes?" She couldn't imagine living in such a state, and wondered how the stallion had not gone crazy from such a thing. "That is a very honorable promise to have kept you grounded to the land of the living, sir stallion," Shamira praised. She could appreciate the loyalty and honor that the stallion displayed. "Loyalty is the most important aspect of any Bond. At least, that's my opinion... My name is Shamira, by the way. Might I know yours, sir...?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:20 pm
Chanticleer's ears twitched back, she asked him questions. She did not seem repulsed or frightened like some who had wandered near the cemetery before. He turned his head back towards her but did not make eye contact. "No fair maiden, I feel no pain...my flesh feels nothing anymore. Only my eyes and brain seem to work as they once did."
Honorable? Not once had such a thought accorded to him. He felt more blasphemous then anything else to still be walking the world after death. His eyes traveled to the little shack they came who just in time to see Vincent throw Appendix out the window. He chucked a bit as the zombie cat hissed his dislike of being in the sun. "I do not feel like its and honorable thing to be a unholy beast, but if it means I can help Vincent then its worth it. The same accident that cost me my life cost him his leg and mother. But enough about such things of displeasure."
Chanticleer finally brought himself to look at her again. If she chose not to be offended by him this should be aloud right? "I am Chanticleer." his title had once been larger but now he was nothing but Chanticleer the living dead. "If I'm right in thinking I do not offend you milady, let me extend and invention to my home and set upon procuring you some refreshments." It wasn't often he met someone he could talk to so he intended to treat her as an honored guest. He moved towards to opening in the fence hoping she would follow and come through.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:45 am
Shamira was relieved when Chanticleer confirmed that he didn't feel any pain. It was one thing to live even when dead, but another to have to feel pain of past wounds for the rest of one's existence. Shamira followed the stallion's line of sight to see a boy tossing a cat out the windows. To lose one's leg and mother all in the same accident, Shamira wondered what could have possibly happened in the accident. It was no business of hers, though.
Shamira followed the Chanticleer, introducing herself along the way. "My name is Shamira. I hope I have not become a nuisance..." She realized that she had jumped to all kinds of conclusions and had probably put the other in an uncomfortable position. "I'm sorry for making such a fuss." She looked the cottage over, wondering if all humans lived in such things. This was the first time she had been so close to the human town, and was curious as to what it looked like inside. At the smell of the human, though, she gave a slight pause, giving Chanticleer a longer lead. She didn't know what to expect, and stayed alert just in case.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:15 pm
"Oh no, no nuisance. In fact it's nice to have someone talk to me." Chanticleer said with a smile. He led the way through the graveyard, picking carefully to make sure not to step where it would be disrespectful. They didn't have much, but he was sure he could offer her refreshment of some sort.
Chanticleer noticed her pause and she turned to smile at her. "Not used to humans? Its ok Vincent isn't much on scats cause they are over running our yard at night, but when it comes to Azreth he likes us better then other humans. " Chanticleer continued on knowing full well Vincent would welcome her in and give her lunch.
Vincent peered from the window and smiled seeing Chanticleer had found someone to talk to. Specially since it wasn't a scat. He grabbed his crutch from the wall and moved to open the door for the two. He didn't stay to welcome them though he went back to what he called their kitchen and continued to work on lunch.
"See he opened the door for us." Chanticleer said with a smiled heading for the door. "Its not much, but its a shelter from the elements for sure."
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