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 Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 1:30 pm
Calder sat in his room, recycling against a wicker basket, devoid of any company. Even the leeches had stayed underwater, wary. The place had a very smell of fish as many skeletons laid about along with numerous bones, all separate from each other to make mingled piles.
In his lap was a bucket and in the bucket were several floresce that he hadn't just eaten at the river and brought to his room, something he had been doing over and over again. It still excited him, but even he could feel the undercurrent of boredom. It wasn't enough just to catch, but now he was going for bigger and bigger floresce and even then...
Licking his fingers, he reached into the bucket and pulled out another fish that twisted and struggled in his hands, to which he dug his nails in to hold it. Fishing was such a relaxing pastime.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 2:05 pm
Malodore owed Calder a note of thanks, it seemed; after all, the kelpie had managed to prompt a few excellent things. It thought he would enjoy hearing what he had helped to bring about, even if Riley had been a bit annoyed by Calder's part in the whole affair. However, as Malodore approached Calder's room, it began to notice an odd smell, so powerful that the plague doctor's sensitive beak could pick up the odor even outside the room. Fish. Not just fish. Fish and death. Worrying. It quickly knocked on the door. "Calder? Are you in? It is Malodore."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 2:16 pm
He hadn't expected company, and debated even opening the door. However, the frantic knocking had him interested on what could have Malodore racing to meet him. Sadly, he felt it would be just another thing in regards to romance and emotions he would have to spend at length explaining.
Rising up and still holding the floresce, Calder opened the door and looked at Mal. Having been hunting all morning, Calder was only wearing his kilt, not wearing a shirt or jacket, and his hair was tossled and untied. Despite this, he still held the strong features of his species.
Green eyes looked Malodore over as if to see if he was on fire and then back at the glossy goggles It wore. "What's the commotion, Mal? Did Riley say something to get you all wound up like this and racing to my door?"
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 2:48 pm
Malodore tilted its head to one side. There was something off about the kelpie's response - not to mention his appearance, and the limp floresce in his hands. The fish smell was even stronger here. "I did not race, not truly," it murmured. "I wished to share glad tidings with you, si, but also to see you and pass on my gratitude. Are you well?"
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 2:56 pm
Calder smiled wide, his teeth slightly sharper than before. "Never better. I was just having lunch. Come and tell me things." He said, opening the door before turning and making himself comfortable on the moss-covered ground, resting his back against the wicker basket as he set the bucket back in his lap. The smell was indeed stronger here but the kelpie didn't mind it. In fact, it smelled lovely to him.
Holding the fish in both hands, he bite down and tore off a piece as he continued to watch the undead, black tail flicking behind him.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 3:09 pm
"I am glad to hear it," Malodore said, solemnly, and entered. Something crunched under one hoof, unexpectedly, and it looked down at the litter of bones strewn in careful piles. It had accidentally clipped one of them and caused a very small bone avalanche. "Redecorating, I see?"
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 3:26 pm
Calder looked at the bones as he licked his lips before looking up at the undead. "Maybe. Bones do look lovely and feel nice against your teeth." He made sure to look Mal over once. "Wouldn't you say? I'm growing fond of them." He bite into the fish again and held it as it started to twist and turn again.
"Ah, but what do you know. You don't hunt."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 3:33 pm
"Ah, but you are wrong there. I am learning how to hunt," Malodore said, with a hint of pride. "Of course, I am not very good at it. Plague doctors are not natural predators, alas..." It also didn't have teeth for bones to feel nice against, but that didn't really m atter.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 3:43 pm
Calder didn't even hide a laugh at the idea of Malodore hunting. The undead was usually tidy, logical, and reserved in it's scope of emotions or maybe just limited. To think of It with the sort of wild physical movements and passion that came with hunting seemed comical in the kelpie's mind.
"You're hunting? What are you hunting? Who is even teaching you?" It was all ears now, tossing the dead fish in the bucket with the live floresce and setting it aside a moment. "I didn't think you'd ever have any reason or desire to hunt."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 3:47 pm
"Riley, naturalmente," it said, ducking its head a bit and opening its beak in a smile. "She and Jericho hunt, and I come along, and I learn a bit here and there. I have succeeded mainly with squirrel, for my part. For me, it is more... ah, a game of skill, as it were. What I kill, I give to them. Riley takes the brain, and Jericho the rest."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 3:55 pm
Calder rose as Mal had not settled anywhere, and moved closer. "Is that it? Don't butcher hunting down to just a simple little explanation. There has to be more to it. What do you feel when you hunt? If it was skill, just catching would be fine. Do you kill it? Do you feel anything when you race after it or do you wait and strike? Tell me how a Plague doctor - how Malodore hunts." Calder moved closer to stand before It, watching it with ivy-green eyes as it licked a few fingers free of fish oil.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 4:25 pm
Strange - this sort of intensity was something it was used to feeling from Riley, not Calder. Still, it was clear from the bones and from the meal-in-progress that the kelpie had been doing a bit more hunting of his own, lately. It kept its concerns to itself, for now. "I feel... tension, in waiting; I cannot chase, so I must wait very still and rely on precision strikes. I pluck a feather, so-" It reached back and pulled a feather free of its wings, running a finger over the bladed curve of it. "Then I wait, still as stone, until I feel I can attack with great enough precision, and-" The feather-blade flew across the room and clattered into a pile of bones, sending them everywhere. "Just so," it said, with satisfaction.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 4:34 pm
Calder looked to the bones that were tossed about with a frown and then looked back at Malodore with a narrowing gaze. "You might as well just said you were playing darts! That's not hunting. You said you feel tension and wait. You feel nothing else? No great satisfaction from the hunt? No bundling of the body? Not desire to even touch or even tear your kill? You didn't even seem to show some excitement about imaging a kill. Ahh!" Calder threw his hands up as if frustrated.
"You should pay attention more to Jericho when you hunt than Riley if that is all you can say. At least learn from a monster." And even then Calder huffed.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 4:37 pm
With a puff of FEAR, the feather-blade dissipated and re-formed on Malodore's wing, in the same place it had been plucked from originally. The plague doctor could not frown, but a wariness crept into its tone all the same. "There is satisfaction, si, but - plague doctors are not natural predators. I can sense those emotions you speak of in Jericho and Riley both, but it is not the same for me as it is for them." It tried to catch Calder's gaze. "Why does it concern you so, that I feel or do not feel a certain way?" Its voice held no judgement, only curiosity with a bit of concern.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 7:08 pm
Sosiqui Sorry. I accidentally passed out. :I
Stopping behind Malodore, Calder moved his hands under Malodore's arms and over to place two hands upon it's chest. "You need to feel it here. Not just borrow the emotions from others and take that as understanding." He said, leaning to speak into what he could only presume a ear should be. The complexities of how the undead could hear were still unsolved for the monster.
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