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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:48 pm
Sometimes, though very rarely, Endzela liked to hunt while it was daylight out. The sun felt nice against her feathers the breeze was warm and fresh but there was also the heat to contend with and the Owl found herself swooping and looping about in ways that seemed almost unnatural. She hadn't slept enough. She just wanted a rest.
A small rest. A window was open, she'd mistaken it for Freya's room, and so she flew toward it and then she went through it. Wings fluttered, feathers fell here and there, and she picked a perch where she immediately hunkered down panting a bit not really getting a better look of everything around her.
It didn't take her long before she noted that nothing smelt like Freya, nothing in this room felt like Freya, in fact this was a non-Freya zone.
..Uh oh...
Slowly an eye opened to try and get a look at her surroundings.
ov~??
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:56 pm
Mot was in his own room. He couldn't be in Hel's room anymore. He took care of Heimdal, letting the poof sleep on his bed. In the mean time, he was taking apart his room. Every cowboil and western thing was packed into boxes piled on the table. This continued until he was too tired.
He sat on his bed, curling up onto his side. His eyes still burned from the tears he'd shed not long ago. His face was red, his eyes red and bloodshot. He felt heavy. Tired.
Suddenly, an unexpected guest flew in. Mot sniffled and opened his eyes to see an owl perched inside his room, feathers littering his clean floor.
Mot stared a long while. Maybe this was a dream.
"..hello.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:02 pm
...OvO;;
Endzela's other eye opened and both of the pupils dilated as she stared at the Reaper before her. He seemed nice and his smell wasn't unpleasant. Though tired she had a certain amount of dignity and straightened up a bit as he addressed her, "Hello, I am sorry I invaded your room I thought it was someone else's." Her voice was light almost too quiet. Just above a whisper.
Her wings adjusted as she observed her surroundings, "I am Endzela, I didn't intrude on something private did I?" The Owl's tone showed concern this Reaper seemed sad somehow though she wasn't sure why. His energy seemed different from her own Reaper who was very happy and energetic - most of the time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:07 pm
Well no. It talked. So it must be a familiar, because most mini pets don't talk. The reaper didn't budge from his spot, almost feeling like he couldn't move even if he willed himself to. His body was lead, heavy and sinking into his bedding. He felt if he closed his eyes and let it, he'd be absorbed by it.
"Umm.." Mot's eyes lidded, his gaze seeming distant and lifeless. "It's okay.." The owl didn't mean it, after all. "...I'm Mot." He replied back softly, his voice broken and raspier than usual.
"Are you someone's familiar?" He inquired sleepily.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:16 pm
Wings spread a bit, "Pleased to meet you, Mister Mot," she said softly as she then made her way toward where Mot was stationed. For now she just sat closer to him her beak uttering soft quiet thoughtful clicks, "Yes, I am a familiar," she said her tone cheerful, "he should be here soon looking for me."
The Owl let out a small hum, "If I may ask but did you...get hurt?"
She didn't like intruding but he seemed so pained. It hurt deep within her gizzard even if she didn't know them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:20 pm
The reaper's eyes followed Ende as she made her way toward him. He made no attempt to shoo her. He didn't want to. She was welcome, really. If Mot were feeling his old self, he'd have welcomed the bird so readily. He'd have offered a snack, he'd have given her head a pat or two. But he couldn't even muster a smile, let alone all that. Such a shame. She was a good bird.
Her inquiry was met with a light flinch, his eyes squinting in pain. "More or less.. I suppose." He answered vaguely. He curled further into himself, buring his face in his bed. "I don't want to talk about it.." He murmured sadly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:25 pm
She quietly scuttled a bit closer to him, more against her side as she just cuddled right on up to him without even hesitating or thinking twice about it. He needed comfort she could tell. Endy was wise about most people's emotions. "You don't have to talk about it if you do not want to, Mister Mot," she said softly.
The Owl clicked her break a bit more thoughtfully, "Want me to tell a story while I am here?"
It was the least she could do while she was taking up temporary residence in his personal space.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:29 pm
Mot felt a small comfort in having the small little pet cuddled near him. Small, but there. His heart however was in darkness, a brooding thick darkness that wasn't giving him up so easily.
"Okay.." Mot conceded, slowly blinking. It took so long to do it it almost seemed he'd ever open his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:41 pm
Yay! Maybe it'll cheer him up but maybe not still the effort would be there as she preened at her chest feathers thoughtfully before she simply said, "Once upon a time there was a little owlet named Toum. He was a sweet owlet who loved his family and wanted to fly so very badly but he had a problem - it seemed that his wings were much too small, and he was teased by the other owlets during flight lessons."
There was a disapproving 'tsk' at this as she then went on.
"One day Toum got a wonderful idea! He would build himself better wings and so with twigs and leaves and a bit of sap he started to build new much larger wings. The first couple of times he tried to fly or do anything with them he had made them two big and they always broke," a said sigh as she then went on, "but soon he got them perfect for himself - or so he hoped. He didn't have much time to try them out until the next flight lesson was upon him."
Endzela grew quieter than usual before she started speaking again, "When he came up to try his wings his peers mocked and scoffed at him and the teacher just sighed but let him try to fly and thus off Toum leapt but suddenly his wings broke apart and suddenly he was tumbling down out of the trees."
She sounded so dramatic as she told her little story, "But wait! Suddenly there was a glow around him and his wings grew as he saw a vision of a beautiful barn owl commending him on his cunning and ingenuity - though it was a bit too primitive to work at first, and she granted him a wish of larger wings and suddenly he swooped up and flew up to his teacher and peers impressing them all with his wings that had feathers that shone like gold~."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:50 pm
Mot listened quietly to her story, her soft voice not posing any sort of bad feeling within him. It wasn't too harsh, or too quiet. It was a soft background medley, as she went on with a story. To be honest, he felt like she maybe somehow knew his problem was not a completely physical one. The story she told, it was relatable, as most stories were.
He remained quiet at the end, a long moment passing before he opened his eyes again. "It's a nice story.." He said quietly, his voice seeming to be more and more strained. But it's all it was. Just a story. They were meant to keep scarelings from giving up, believing that no matter what, they would be rewarded for their efforts. But this just wasn't true. It didn't translate into the real world. A cruel, horrible world, which had no place for the grim.
"Very nice..." He frowned, "I'm sorry.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:28 pm
In Endzela's avian experience until she was shown otherwise everyone was at least emotionally hurting. As far as she noted there was no blood in the air just a heavy oppressive feeling of something wrong - she was probably a lot more perceptive than her own Reaper. Though she rarely told him when she noticed things - Kettil needed to learn that on his own.
She seemed pleased at his praise uttering a quiet click or two, "Grandmother Blacke often told the owlets this story. There is an entire series about Toum the WingBuilder. He makes wings for little owls who are unable to fly~," she said simply. It was a series that told Owls to be mindful of the world around them. To be caring and compassionate as they guide their Reapers.
When he apologized she let out a small confused sound, "Sorry for what, Dear? You've been perfectly wonderful so far~," Endzela assured.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:35 am
Mot had never heard of this story, but he assumed it was because it was reserved for owl familiars. He felt as if he was supposed to learn something from it, but nothing came to mind in the murky waters of his heart.
"I don't feel so wonderful.." He murmured back, dark eyes peeking out from the ball he'd curled himself into. "I'm usually a lot more.. hospitable is all." He closed his eyes again, letting himself be surrounded in his darkness. He felt even worse about himself, not being able to at least be and do the things he was actually well known for. The one thing he did that made him a good friend. But even that was becoming lost to him.
"I just want to disappear.."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:20 am
"It is alright, you are just going through a rough patch," The Owl murmured in a soft sympathetic tone though she paused when he said he just wanted to disappear. She didn't know him well and she couldn't presume the source of his pain or his emotional trauma but...
Her beak clipped sharply for a moment before she started to speak again, "Darling, I am sorry you feel that way but ... Think about those you would leave behind and feel your absence. It would be incredibly selfish of you to disappear wouldn't it? So many broken hearts..."
This boil seemed like someone that had many that cared for him and loved him. Why wouldn't a sweet boil like him have that arrangement of connections? She quietly let out a soft hoot, "I am not saying you are wrong for what you are feeling. Everyone has a right to feel what they wish. Just remember there are those that you would hurt in turn. T's a vicious cycle, Mister Mot."
She lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
It was a bit broken by a soft distant knocking somewhere down the hall and she thought someone had called her name and so she just perked up a bit more attentively.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:31 am
Mot felt badly. His body sunk further into his bed, as if this revelation made him feel heavier. "..I didn't think about that.." Mot admitted. He'd surely hurt so many of his loved ones if he up and left. Just vanished. He didn't want to be the cause of their pain.
"But.." If it was even possible, he curled tighter around himself, as if trying to collapse his matter into a black hole. "..but I can't do anything for them.. other than sit here and exist."
The soft rapping on doorways wasn't heard by the dark reaper. His own door, however, was not locked.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:55 am
She felt as if she was suddenly having a breakthrough of some sort with the boil the longer she sat with him and talked things through. Quiet but not too persistent seemed to be the key to this scenario. The Owl was pleased (*v*)...
Endzela let out a soft sound and nuzzled herself against him as if to nudge him a bit reminding him that she was there and he wasn't allowed to sink. The Owl seemed to be determined to pull him out of that black hole he was so determined to sink into, "I know what you can do for them. Exist for yourself. If you exist for yourself then you exist for others. Sometimes your presence and support are all your friends need knowing that you have their back."
Couple of quiet hooting sounds followed this insight.
The knocking sounds came closer and the voice clearer and more familiar to her. What a time for her Reaper to appear right when she was making progress with someone!
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