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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 7:47 pm
Ozymandias had managed to fly from an open window in Icarus' apartment. He was probably too busy ogling over his new "boy" to even notice his presence had dissapeared from within the household.
It was the late afternoon now, the orange sun setting gracefully behind the blackening horizon. Ozymandias wasn't having too much trouble seeing, but he had started to wish he'd left during the hours of the day. He started to make his way back to the shop he had originally met Icarus, but took a small stop in the local park along the way.
He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He had felt happy to be accepted by the frail Icarus, at first anyway. He wasn't sure now.. Infact, was he ever happy?
He landed on the outskirts of the park, close enough to the shop, which was probably closed now anyway, but he didn't care. He stopped solemly to admire the sky, which he often did.
((Sorry for shortness, I'm not good at openings. x_X))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 8:18 pm
Squirrel was on the menu, and Savius's mouth was watering with the promise of it. Lithle had barely noticed when they'd left, only nodding absently from the computer, and growling that he was to keep Fen nearby. Like he ever let the huge wolf/boxer hybrid out of his sight. Fen was his freedom, and he was going to cling to it.
Fen was also the one he used to fetch dinner. Sure, he could make something in the kitchen, but adjusting to food that wasn't 'fresh' was hard for him. Soda, he liked. But... the idea of domestic meat disturbed him. Death should be fierce and free, on foot or wing, the threat of power and the submission to it.
Not a line of complacent cattle. No, he wasn't quite ready to accept that.
So Fen hunted in the park, following the scent of squirrels (no children, not since the first time) and Savius watched him, relishing the distant feeling of power. His own power... well, it was coming back. Give it time. Give it time.
A flash of white, and he looked up, smiling at the closeness of a kindred. The swan landed within his line of vision, and he walked toward it.
"What do you see?" He asked. He still wasn't the sort to use the 'hello' and 'goodbye' of polite society. But his companion didn't use them either.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 8:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 8:44 am
"I'm hunting." Savius replied, gesturing vaguely behind him. Somewhere nearby Fen was catching his dinner, so he felt comfortable giving his attention to the swan. Of course, he did like to watch the dog hunt, but he didn't often get the chance to talk to kin.
Following the swans gaze, he studied the sunset with a slight frown. Whatever it was that caught the gaze of his winged kindred didn't do the same to his own. Colours bleeding out of the sky, and he couldn't find anything special to it. The people on the street interested him more, with their constant movement, their unpredictability.
Had he changed so much since he'd had wings?
"Where is your companion? Don't you have one?" It was a rather rude question, to be honest, but Savius was becoming more and more like his own companion. Blunt. Forward. Impatient even.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 5:48 pm
I see.. Ozymandias replied.
He had never really 'hunted' before, so he could give no form of truly understanding what what excactly going on.
His spirit had lifted slightly since the other had come to speak to him, infact, he just now realized he didn't know the name of him. He went to ask, when a question was asked to him.
Ozymandias was tempted to answer that a companion was something he didn't have, but even though he was upset, he couldn't bring himself to say that Icarus didn't exist to him.
Yes, I have a companion.. but he is at home.. with a new child he seems to have discovered. I don't think he wanted me around..
Ozymandias turned his head down, away from the dying colors in the sky. He realized he hadn't given Icarus a chance to say why the child was even there, or the child a chance to speak. But that was no matter. The outcome was always the same with him, someone would pretend to love him, and then decieve him in some sort of way, only to leave him alone again.
To quickly change the subject back to something pleasing...
I just realized, I never asked your name. What is it?
He turned his white head back to face the boy beside him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 6:34 am
"Savius." The Kestrel responded, most of his attention taken by little things: the movement of a leaf, the laughter of a nearby child. "What do you go by?" A slightly different questions. Names were a thing of realization and growth, he doubted the still bird shaped swan knew his true one yet.
A loud bark from behind them made him turn slightly, spotting the distant form of Fen, a dead squirrel hanging limply from his mouth. He whistled sharply to call the dog over, and turned back to his kindred as if he'd never been distracted.
"Humans... need stuff." He said, after a moments thought. That the swan seemed unhappy was obvious, but he wasn't much good with the whole comforting thing. "It's 'cuz they're going to die, I think. They need people, and things, and... it doesn't matter. They die, the stuff rots, and only we're left."
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 9:15 pm
My companion calls me Ozymandias. It works, for the moment anyway.
He turned to see the large dog holding the dead squirrel in his mouth. He turned his white head away, the sight not something he was pleased with at the moment. He knew Savius, or atleast the dog was a type of carnivore, and respected their food preferences and said nothing about it.
It's sad when you think about it, that humans have to die. Many of them deserve it, but some, I think, could stay a little longer. I'm probably thinking obsurdities, but it's something I often do.
He chuckled softly in his head, and stood upon his webbed feet.
So.. what do you like to do when you go outside?
The question came softly, as if he were slightly intimidated by asking such a question. He often felt that way, questions and comments came softly from him, as if he would be accused of something for thinking them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:46 am
The response to Ozmandias's statement stuck in his throat, form fighting with content. He was a child, a child in truth with all the impulses and thoughts that came with the age. He was also a death. Death by violence, and that, it could be argued, was a dark thing. But violence was inevitable, and often necissary. He did not see himself as dark.
Instead of replying immediatly, he held his hand out, letting Fen drop the squirrel into his grasp. "Good hunting, Fen." He scratched the huge dog roughly behind the ears before turning to his meal.
"It is-- they gotta die. Animals too. Fen'll die." He licked the blood from his fingers, much like a child would do as their icecream cone melted. The blood smeared on his chin, but he seemed unaware. "The world would be pretty ******** up if nothing died. Not 'cause they deserved it or anything, just 'cause they're mortal. We'll guard, and guide. 's what we do. We're no better or worse than they are."
With that, he turned his attention to the squirrel, ripping lose a hunk of meat and chewing on it contently. Maybe it was the whole immortality thing, but he was more than capible of surviving on the same foods he had as a bird. And he had yet to adjust to the meat Lithle served. Complacent animals killed without living. He prefered the hunt.
"I hunt. I watch people. I play."
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