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 Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:35 pm
Darzavien was in a fury, an absolute fury, how dare they! How dare they say that he needed 'friends' of all things, a growl escaped his throat, ohhh that his voice would work on them.... He sat down with a thump on the metal bench in the center of the park's wooded area. He would not hide but he wouldn't make it easier for people to find him either. He did NOT want to meet anyone new, this was NOT his choice or his plan and no one would take his ability to make decisions away from him.
Another huff escaped his lips and he settled in, glaring at a pine tree. Not fun!
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:42 pm
Not far away there was, naturally, singing on Rascir's part. He was happily piling sticks to make a miniature log cabin, imagining himself as a mighty poineer, though he'd only just read about them two days ago but already he was having visions in his head of he and Donni exploring rugged terrain and both wearing racoonskin hats.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:43 pm
Savius was running, for the pure joy of movement, wings spread to feel the wind run through his feathers. Fen was at his side, a brownish gray mountain of a dog, a broad mass of muscle, ugly, square faced and too fuzzy for his own good. Lithle had sent him out, tired of his obvious restlesness, with nothing more than an order to be back at dusk, but not before.
So here he was, running. Through the park first, and then into the trees, his wooden sword clacking at his legs, but what did he care? He felt alive, awake, and his grin was a fierce, feral thing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:51 pm
Darzavian tilted his head, he could hear other's nearby. A clacking sound following every step that one of them made. And they were drawing nearer. The other was staying still so he didn't have to worry about them. It was the running and singing that bothered him. As they drew ever closer he made his way up a tree, perching on one of the lower branches laying in wait for the person to come closer, to come into his domain. His hair draped in front of his face and his flamming wings spread he looked the part of a deranged killer, and of course the eyeliner that had run in the heat wasn't helping things at all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:55 pm
Rascir watched Savius whiz past and he shouted out "Ha ha, ruuuun....!", almost instantly enthralled by seeing someone else having a good time. He waved both his arms at him as he went by.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:15 pm
A voice, and the sense of kin nearby. He'd rushed into something. Slowing his foreward rush, Savius went from a blur of motion to almost complete stillness. The raptor in him perhaps. Scanning the area, he saw the flash of fire in the trees, and the frantic waving of a brethren's arms. Kindred. The wicked joy in his grin remained. He did love to be among his own.
"And what are you doing?" He asked, directing the question mainly at Rascir but twisting to look at the one in the tree as well. New friends, like Iamel and Xaxis. Old brothers, near forgotten.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:22 pm
Darzavien growled he had been seen, detected, and apparently asked a question. Well, there was a choice in this... remain silent in the tree or meet others like him. He chose the latter leaping down from the tree branch and landing safley on the ground, reachng up to catch his hat as it fell down towards him.
He considered the question the other had asked him, what was he doing or better yet what were the others doing.
"I think a better question, brother is to ask what it is that you are doing?" his voice was low and rough unaccustomed to use as in his avian form he could only voice his urge to kill and that was done ever so rarely. He was not a chatterer, every word had a purpose and he would not waste his breath on trivialities.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:28 pm
Rascir looked from Darzavien to Savius. They were different from Xaxis in some ways, but still they were all the same. At least, that's what his instincts were telling him.
He smiled so hard his eyes went to slits and he stood up to wipe the dirt from the torn knees of his pants. Jenys had bought him thrift store clothing, armed with the knowledge that Rascir often tore the knees of his pants. He stood up, wearing a pale blue shirt with an odd pastel pink and green dinosaur staring out at them with painted googly eyes. Rascir's hair was loose today and all in his face, he let Donni wear the ribbon today.
Rascir gave a practiced bow to them both, he'd been wanting to try it on someone. "Salutations!" he said, a little too loudly and very cheerily.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 7:01 pm
Resting his hand on Fen's head, Savius glanced between the two other boys. Firey wings were pretty cool, and he liked how colourful Rascir was. Not jealous, only pleased with the other two's humanoid forms, he continued to grin, the expression fading a bit when Darzavien twisted the question back toward him.
"Why would that be a better question?" He asked, scratching Fen behind the ears as he spoke. "Like he said, I'm running."
Distracted by Rascir's bow, his smile returned fully, though it seemed more casual than the one he'd worn while running. The bow made him want to laugh, so perfect and careful. And that word, 'salutations', he'd never heard it before.
"You're weird." He liked weird. It made life less boring.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 8:41 pm
Weird. Was he weird he knew the other was but no matter.
"It is a better question because I don't have to answer yours. Why do you carry a Wooden sword?"
The sword truly had no purpose it seemed but that was forgotten when he took the time to study the other boys, they were appealing. Beautiful he supposed, after a fashion, they appealed to him on some level and he wanted to get to know them better. He found himself wondering what, exactly, did their skin, and hair feel like beneath fingers....
was it soft or was it rough? hm... there was only one way to find out he supposed. His hand reached out to caress The bright one's hair and wings...
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 10:05 pm
"Jenys says weird's what makes the world go round..." Rascir said, putting his arms behind his back and fidgeting, smiling like a maniac from meeting new people. "My name's Rascir, what're your names?"
His voice was as gentle as his eyes, he was chewing on his lower lip to avoid the urge to start singing again. Jenys had said singing in the middle of a conversation sometimes startled other people and Rascir didn't want to risk scaring his new friends. His wings betrayed him and quivered with delight, however, the light shimmering off each brilliant feather. He looked as though someone had made him of candy and crayons.
He watched as Darzavien's hand went out and started laughing. "Don't tickle!" he said, but didn't move away.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:38 am
Savius shrugged. True enough. The flaming boy didn't have to answer anything he didn't want to. But that truth went both ways. No one really had to reply to anyone in the end, did they. People just did it because it made conversation interesting.
"Whatever, man." The former osprey replied, with another little shrug. "Your ******** choice."
He didn't bother to answer the question about the swords. If the guy was going to be standoffish, he was hardly going to share his toys. Instead, he watched the interaction between the two other Guardians, somewhat confused. Touch wasn't something he was used to, and it was strange to see others interact in such a manner.
"You're cool Rascir. I'm Savius."
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:29 am
He smiled at the other not attempting to stop him, Rascir was it? And his eyes closed slightly as he touched the others hair and then wings. And then Savius responded and his eyes opened and he glanced up.
"Yes it is my choice isn't it?" His eyes had darkened and he decided then that prehaps he didn't necessarily like Savius but he admired his spirit and attitude.
He wasn't necessarily being standoffish, he was more being himself. He was sitting, he had thought that was obvious so he was not going to waste the breath to explain that to anyone.
His wings grew a little brighter in flame as he returned to stroking Rascir. This one was pliant, he enjoyed it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:59 am
Rascir started blushing, fidgeting with his arms behind his back and the toe of one shoe digging a little circle in the soft earth. He started humming and kept right along talking to whoever spoke to him as Darzavien kept petting him. He didn't mind being touched or led, having spent so much time around Jenys who was as docile as he was. There never seemed to be any need for anything more and Rascir never seemed intimidated, if he was it was masked by his near obscenely cheery attitude.
"Hello, Savius," Rascir gave a little bow again, humming between each sentence.
He'd seen it done in some of the cartoons Jenys had bought for him on old VHS tapes. Someone would greet someone else and the other responded with a little bow, or if it was a teacher or an older person you'd get to be more formal. Rascir liked the idea of having so many different ways to just say "hello".
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 3:58 pm
Well, screw this. If the boy was going to be so unfriendly, Savius wasn't going to sit around and beg for attention like some pathetic lost puppy. He had a life to live. Taking his hand off Fen's head, he looked directly at Rascir, and grinned.
"See you later. I'm gonna run." Saluting, a greeting and farewell of its own sort, he turned back in the direction he'd been headed, and began to race forward again, the huge dog immediatly matching pace at his side. Some days, it felt so good to be alive.
((I've got a busy weekend ahead of me, and didn't want to hold up the RP. Besides, this is the way he WOULD react. Holding him there would have been OOC for him. I hope to have future PDs with both of you. ))
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