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 Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:56 am
"Shiniee! Shiniee, lookit this!" Iamel was darting back and forth around the park in his favorite patchwork, glittery pants, hair done in all braids (Patrick had NO ******** CLUE how that happened!) and he was wearing a big pair of purple, rhinestone encrusted sunglasses. His shirt was loose and white - it read 'All daddy wanted was a b*****b'.
Oh yeah. Patrick was a ******** father. He thought they were funny. So did Iamel! Mordread...not so much.
The dark man just grinned at his first-adopted, keeping a firm hold on Akilah while doing so. When he'd told his lover that he was taking Iamel out, Mordread had shoved a wriggling, angrily shrieking blanket at him, demanding that he take the anthro-meerkat with him. Akilah, now away from the thing he called 'bighkitteh', was placid, chittering softly and clutching onto Patricks hand.
"Dawdie? Lookie Mellie! Lookie! Bug! Bug, Mellie? Bug?" The toddler held out his hand beseechingly for the bug Iamel had plucked from the ground, a beetle of some sort, giving his sibling big doll-like eyes. "Bug, Mellie?"
Iamel paused and stuck his nose in the air, looking every inch a prima-donna. "What's the magic word, Akilah?"
The meerkat paused, nose scrunching up for a brief moment. And then he beamed, hand thrusting out even more so. "NOW!" The beetle was put into his hand and thusly tossed into the toddlers mouth. He crunched down.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 1:16 pm
Diacyn hadn't noticed Iamel or Riycan yet. He was... lurking. Well, he thought he was lurking; in reality, he was crouching behind a bush that was far too small to conceal his wings (which had escaped from under his denim jacket and whipped back and forth in his excitement), or his knobby knees clad in a pair of ninja-style pants. He had a long stick clutched between his teeth like a scimitar, and his long fingers curled around a number of small, round pebbles.
He was hunting a frog. The bloody frog had been FLYING. It could fly, and he couldn't, and it didn't even have wings while he did! It wasn't FAIR. It was even less fair then the fact that cats were yummy but had claws, and he didn't have talons anymore. So as soon as the frog came to rest, it was going to get a lesson in "What happens when you piss off Diacyn 101."
Suddenly, the frog abandoned its flying contraption and made a dive for the ground, and Diacyn made a dive for the frog. Leaping out from behind the bush, he flung several rocks at it before tackling it from above and rolling several feet along the ground, kicking and punching and biting the thing for all he was worth.
It was about a minute before he realized that it wasn't actually alive.
Covered in mud and snow, the hind leg of the stuffed frog clutched firmly in his teeth, he blinked sheepishly up at the new green-haired kid who was currently running towards him.
He spat out the frog leg and adopted his standard snarky tone.
"I'm Diacyn. Who the hell are you?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:16 am
Poor, poor Mork! The frog plushie was chewed before it's time and the noise was what distracted iamel. Voices and auras of things not exactly human carried through the air, making him turn away from his Shiniee and little adopted brother. Who was it? Was it--
"DIACYN!" The name came as a shriek from the enthusiastic little woodpecker, moving at the speed of kiddie-light to the cold owl. While Diacyn was in the midst of being a snarky b*****d, Iamel jolted towards him, fully intending to tackle and clutch onto his first friend.
Riycan would get attention...and so would Mork...but... DIACYN!
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 11:26 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 2:22 pm
Diacyn reluctantly watched the motormouth jay-boy retrieve his frog... "Mork," apparently. For all his bravado, Diacyn had inflicted suprisingly little damage on the plushie. The thing would be okay after a few washings and maybe a couple stitches on the hind legs.
"I bow for no one," he sneered at Riycan, "and I have no master. But... yeah, I do the shadow thing." He struck a pose that managed to be impressive dispite the large smear of mud across his nose, and hoped that he would be able to avoid admiting that he owned no bladed weapons to speak of.
Unfortunately it was ruined by an energetic Iamel barreling into his waist at upwards of 20 mph. Diacyn hit the dirt again, not of his own choosing this time.
"Death faucet!" he gasped, forcing a gleeful Iamel off his chest. "What are you doing here? And... what's a b*****b?" he added, scutinizing Iamel's shirt (while keeping a careful eye on Mork the frog. If it managed to fly again it was going to be feeling a lot more of his wrath).
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 3:10 pm
Mordread had PLANNED on staying home with the quieter children for a nice, relaxing time. Sure, he would be working on his novel, but it'd be QUIET. Unfortunately, he hadn't exactly figured Dax into the picture.
Who did not like being away from Iamel - since, you know, the woodpecker was the only one who could understand him. Knew what it was like, even.
Of course, a distraught kingfisher made very annoying, very loud noises, and was giving Mordread quite the headache. So he did what any normal father would do.
He did whatever he could to shut him up.
Unfortunately, none of that worked and it took him another hour of trying to placate the bird before he figured out he wanted his older brother. Joy. Another romp with the hyperactive meerkat to get another hyperactive, unstable little beast, to shut up.
What a trade off.
Akuti didn't want to go, and both babies were napping so Mordread asked one of the neighbors over to watch the other children while he took his b***h-bird to go see Iamel.
Thankfully, the neighbor had agreed and now Mordread was walking down the sidewalk in the park, a twittering kingfisher nestled in the mess of his black hair and irritating his sensitive ears.
"God damnit, Dax, shut your beak. I'm taking you to Iamel so you'll be quiet, and what do you do? You get loud."
Hey, I COULD try and eat your ears, you stupid cat. And I would, if the fur wouldn't bother me. Hell.
Yes, Dax wasn't very fond of the cat boy at the moment.
Then again, Mordread wasn't very fond of him either. They'd deal, though. They had to.
"Patrick, next time you decide to take Iamel out, take Dax too. Apparently he's a little attatched to a certain red he--" he cut himself off, seeing all the other bird children. Good. More playmates for the bird to piss off.
Dax, it seemed, thought the same way and took off from Mordread's head (Taking quite a bit of hair with him, thank you very much) to land on the bald one's head.
It looked like a rock, so shoot him, right?
Iamel! Who are these people?
Maybe he'd luck out and THOSE could understand him too.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:47 pm
"Shiniee says a b*****b is a type'a kiss!" Iamel nodded enthusiastically, arms tight around Diacyn until the other forcefully pried him free of the other. It didn't stop the slight pout, however, dark red eyes flashing to his Shiniee and seeing the cat creature.
"Dax, don't! That's--" The woodpecker winced visibly when Dax landed on Diacyns head... Dax was a Bird, like them, but Diacyn was liable to eat him... Yeah? "That's Diacyn. He's a Drip. An' this is..." He paused, eyebrows arching, turning to stare at the jaybird, nose crinkling up comically. "Ri something. With a Fork?"
Patrick blinked slightly when he saw his lover, leaning down to press a quiet kiss to Mordreads forehead. "Yep. That's them. Haven't met Greenie yet, but the bald one is Diacyn.. Thebad influence."
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 8:04 am
Shanuh walked hand-in-hand with a black and pink haired boy. The little sickly raven had been stuck with a just as sick Lucien, and Shanuh wouldn't stand for that in his shop! Not wanting to aggrevate his good-little-Trixies condition further, he'd sent his employee home early. In a moment of generosity, he also offered to keep Xaxis company so the ill-raven needn't stay shut in all afternoon.
It had been a surprise to Lucien, and Xaxis as well, but Shanuh wouldn't tolerate any fuss about it. He'd take the boy around the city, while Nikel ran the shop.
Shanuh was rather proud of his display of ocmpassion and concern. To the long haired, fair-skinned man, it had been almost something real. He'd wanted to spend some time with the birds of his little death court, and since he saw Xaxis everyday, it was a good a start as any.
So, hand in hand, the two had made quite the pair as they travelled through the city.
Heading over to the park, one of the more favored locations of the birds, Shanuh's lips curved into a pleased smile as he saw not just one Bird, but four! The woodpecker, the owl, the kingfisher, and the jay.
"Looks like we're not alone," he spoke to the quiet boy, reaching up to ruffle his scraggly ebony and magenta hair.
Xaxis said nothing, just looked upon the group with a moments curiousity. He wore a ragged pair of blue jeans, and an old, ragged t-shirt. He wasn't particularly stylish, but both Xaxis and Lucien cared little about looking new-and-improved.
"Why don't you go over and play?" Shanuh suggested, hoping to draw the quiet one out. Xaxis, for all his shy nature, wasn't all that shy. He just preferred to observe, to study, and to wait for others to come to him, instead of the other way around.
"I might," came the response, though a touch of wistfulness did lace the childs voice.
Deciding to draw attention over to himself, Shanuh tugged Xaxis over to where the gathering of death sat. "Mind if we join?"
There.
The easiest way to get a child to do something was to do it together. Besides, Shanuh was just as curious about what the others were up to. It had been awhile since he'd escaped the confines of his job, his life, and his shop. It would be good for both the raven and himself to check up on the others; there was nothing wrong with brushing up on a social life, even if Shanuh wasn't required to have one.
He loved his birds.
They were the only things he really did love.
Xaxis stood beside Shanuh, the look of accepted misery typically found upon his hollow face. Offering a little, boyish smile, he waved in greeting. "Hey. . . "
Yes, he was quiet. But not everyone had to be in-your-face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 8:25 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:29 am
Diacyn was in the process of saying something along the lines of "Kissing? Eeew," when he felt something pointy and feathered. hit the top of his head.
His HEAD. There was a Bird. On. His. Head.
Veeeeeery slowly, he rolled his golden eyes upwards until he caught a glimpse of the blue, red, and white feathers and the long beak. Muscles tensed.... then he jumped, whipping one hand over his head to fasten around the kingfisher's feathery middle. He held the captive bird in front of his face and glared at it.
Flying frogs, and now birds on his head. The indignity of it all!
"Dax?" he said, quirking one white-and-black eyebrow upwards. "Stay the hell off my head."
It was then that he realized they had more company- the raven with the huge wings and the name he couldn't pronunce, and... Shanuh! He hadn't seen the purple-haired man since the day he left the shop. In the excitement of being human, he had almost forgotten about the shop and its odd owners.
"Hey, to you too," he said to Xaxis, before nodding to Shanuh. He could talk to the man later. Right now there were more important things to deal with. Like the feathery little kingfisher he currently had a death grip on.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:48 pm
Of course, Dax didn't like the grip Diacyn had on him. At all. In fact, the unstable little bird decided to make matters worse - he bent his head downward and pecked the bald-boys hand. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood.
And he was very pleased with himself.
Excuuuuuse me, mister bald one, your head looked like a freaking rock. Grow some hair or wear a ******** wig, seriously. Let me the ******** GO. Iamel! Get this psycho off me! Please?
It was then that the little bird decided to go on a pecking frenzy until the little bald boy let him go. Ah the wonders of having a long beak, right?
Dax was too concerned about his lack of breathing to notice the new comer, or the shouts of his father to stop. He was on a ROLL!
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 3:10 pm
"Owwwwww!" Diacyn yelped, releasing Dax and sticking his bleeding hand in his mouth. "Bloody maniac! I'll show you rocks!" He chucked a couple left-handed stones at the battered-looking kingfisher, missing wildly.
He could have, in retrospect, kept a hold on the little bird and squeezed until its eyes popped out, but his hand hurt too much for that. The little b*****d had nearly hit bone!
Oh, how he missed having a beak. And talons.
"Iamel?" he said cautiously, removing his bloodstained hand from his mouth. "You know this psycho?
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 4:35 pm
"Eeee! Xaxis! SHANUH!" The last one was surely nearly a shriek. Iamel hadn't seen that ultra shiny thing in ages! Xaxis got a quick pounce - but Shanuh was the one he latched onto. Shanuh was always the sparkliest out of sparklies in Iamels eyes - he was THE Sparklie. Oh, how he liked shiniees.
"You haven't come to see my room yet! I got it all to m'self an' it's big and bright an' I have my very own nest - it's warm and deep and comfortable and has shiniees all over it!" The woodpecker nodded quickly, hands curling more around the leather the shopkeeper was wearing. "So you gotta come see it! You'd like the shi--DAX!"
THAT squeak was not something made of excitement...and it wasn't of warning to Dax, either. Dax was pecking at Diacyn! His friend! Shanuh was released for the kingfisher, small fingers winding around the bird to keep him contained. "Don't you DARE bite me." He warned, giving his 'brother' a Look. "That is Diacyn! You don't bite Diacyn. He's a Drop of Death and eats kittens an' he's my friend. That's like peckin' my Shiniee or Shanuh!" The words were berating with a huff, letting go of Dax to hop towards Diacyn this time.
...the woodpecker liked to flit, what can we say?
"He's the catbitches Bird. He lives with us." Iamels voice lowered to a soft grumble, tugging out a part of his shirt - a bright pink scrap! - and handed it to Diacyn. "Usually nicer." Diacyn should be proud to be in the same catagory as the Shiniee and Shanuh!
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:25 pm
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