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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 26, 2008 13:32:28 GMT -5
Honker had left his family. The only people he had known for as long as he could remember. He was now alone in the scary part of town. What was he going to do in a place like this. It didn't help that he had some...thing on his midsection that could talk to him... an angry thing that kept on ranting. If it hadn't been so mean then it wouldn't be a problem....however the guy was really really mean. And he had scared poor Zane to near death. What would Mommy Calia and Daddy Theo do if they ever saw him with the guy in his stomach? He just couldn't go home.... Honker made a worried honk as he came to a stop at the end of a street. Where was he going to go now? He didn't want to sleep out in the cold again. He sniffed as he felt tears trickle down his face. Lythero was furious. An Ace. His host was an Ace of Clubs. How had he gotten to the bottom of the bottom? When he had first found out the news he had lashed out on the nearest thing possible--which had happened to be a bird with bat wings. Now he was thinking of a plan to get rid of this damn swan-dog. Of course it would be easier if he found a willing Tulgey. That wasn't going to happen for a while... Why had it been a Morganberry Ace of all things? |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 26, 2008 14:54:30 GMT -5
[OOC: Just so this isn't to confusing....this happens before the private rp I posted with Acheron (which I really need to get to actually >.>; ) but anyway...this is before he ends up in Torquehelm/The Woods/etc...
Oh and I suppose i should mention, that in a previous rp...he gets beat up by Ronno >.>; so...um...he has a rather discusting looking scar on the side of his face where one of the chains connected to his mouth was ripped out...it still dangles behind him...clanking and such as he walks. He probably also still has a bit of bandaging here and there, not to mention some scars...] It seemed as if Honker and Acheron were not very different. Well...Acheron didn't have a family, but he was leaving loved ones behind today as well. Anatolius had begged him to stay, but he just couldn't. It would be better for both of them in the end. He had gotten to attached to the Morganberry wolf. He was draining the creature, and still, he could not ask of him what he wanted. How could he ever expect the man to think solely of him? To love him too? Not with his occupation. He was only meant to stay that original first night anyway. It would save them both much heartache later. He knew the wolf cared about him....but he would never love him... Oh jeez. How did he end up here? He was wandering about the bazaar, picking up things here and there for his trip to Torquehelm, when his thoughts had clouded his eyes, and he had wandered into the outer bazaar. This was not exactly the best neighborhood, but he supposed he would have to start getting used to situations like this. He was homeless again. He sighed. Ahead of him he could see the bright colors of a dog...a Morganberry even, amongst the grey colors of the streets and people that inhabited it. He felt a pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the creature. He stepped closer unintentionally, and before he could think about it...he found himself saying, "Hello..." He immidiately wished he had said nothing. Who could he trust in such a shady area? |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 26, 2008 16:00:47 GMT -5
The little swan dog jumped and nearly fell over when he spun around to see the owner of the voice. His eyes widened in shock. What was wrong with his mouth and.... why did it look like someone beat him up? Oh no! Was he going to take out his anger on him like most people treated Aces?
Honker burst into tears. It really was too much for him.
"Idiot!" yelled the mouth that protruded from the boy's abdominal area. "You're utterly useless! How the hell am I supposed to finish this war when you're such a cowardly mutt!" Lythero wanted to bite something. He also wanted to maim someone. Of course the antelope was too far away for such an action. Apparently ranting at the boy would have to do for now.
The swan dog was absolutely horrified. Why did that meanie have to hell at him? Why did... why was this happening?! "I'm sorry!" he managed through his tears.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Sept 3, 2008 12:10:03 GMT -5
Acheron's movements were just as quick. When the creature spun around, Acheron couldn't help but fly backwords himself, the movement of such a strange individual startling him. Acheron didn't know what to do. He knew the little Ace was looking at his scar, and the antelope wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Yet another thing he would have to deal with. He would always go out, and people would stare...for sure. At least, however, there were brakes in between when he was in the house where no one stared at him like he was a freak. He didn't have that kind of shelter anymore.
It was then that the strange mix started crying...and he was even more out of his element. Did his scar just make the creature cry? "Oh please...don't cry...I didn't mean to..." but his words were cut off by the sound of a yelling voice, and when he looked down, he saw exactly what it was. Now he found himself widening his eyes. What the hell was that thing? He had never seen anything quite like it in his entire life...and hell...he'd been homeless...there were plenty of freaks on the streets. He didn't feel quite so bad about the creature staring at his scar anymore.
"Now...He wasn't cowardly....I just...startled him is all...No need to be sorry..." he found himself conversing with the both of them....how increadibly odd to be talking to a growth.... "What War are you talking about?" he asked looking at the protruding creature, his eyes questioning. He really did need to keep up with current events....he'd never been very good at that.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 3, 2008 13:46:16 GMT -5
He was surrounded by idiots. A dumb dog and now a dumb deer thing. Something really needed to die. How could the deer-thing not even know what war he was talking about! It was a given that the people of today were just oblivious to everything but this was an important matter--hadn't they even heard of the legends? "The War of the Second Wall fool!" He was in too much pain to keep this up. Every moment of existence he had to suffer, and yelling like this just made it worse.
The small mixed boy looked up at Acheron with watery eyes. He wasn't sure how to take what he was saying. He said he shouldn't be crying but... but... was it okay? Honker had developed the ability to completely ignore Lythero's rants, but he did that with most people anyway. "Are you okay Mister?" he asked with a sniff. "Your face looks funny."
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Post by FlyingPanther on Sept 3, 2008 14:23:37 GMT -5
Acheron raised a brow at the angry little welt. He might have been insulted if it were any other kind of situation, but the creature bursting from the other creature's side was just...to bazaar. It was almost like he was in some kind of story...it hardly seemed real. But this world was a very strange place..."The War of the Second Wall?" he had sparked his interest now. He had heard of no such war...
He looked over at the swan dog, such a strange mix, when he was asked if he was ok. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he gave a small smile, well...what smile he could make with an aching cheek. "Yes...I'm fine...it doesn't hurt as much as it used to. I suppose I'm stuck with it forever though..." his stomach felt ill with his last sentence. He already wasn't much to look at, but now people actually had a reason to look at him...and it certainly wasn't in admiration. He still wasn't used to the fact that he would have to deal with horrified looks for the rest of his life. The kid's words stung, but he knew he had to forgive him, after all, he was just a kid. He didn't know what kind of emotion was held behind such a vicious scar.
"What is a nice young child such as yourself doing all alone in the outer bazaar? Are you lost?" he finally asked what was on his mind, feeling a bit of strange mothering instinct coming over him. The realization of this made him almost laugh at himself. Mothering?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 3, 2008 16:08:14 GMT -5
Lythero growled. "You're all idiots." Seething silently to himself retracted his mouth and pouted. Of all the hosts he could have gotten he got a dumb cute and cuddly swan dog. Eventually he would figure out a way to taint the boy at the very least--but he was probably too stupid for that.
Honker tilted his head ears back. "You might want to see a Corvie about it. They're really good at fixing things! They could probably find a way to make your face feel better too." Articulation wasn't the boy's strong suit, but at least he had some good ideas stuffed back in there. Of course Acheron probably would have seen a doctor anyway.
His ears drooped at the man's question. He could feel his eyes tearing up. "I can't go back home Mister... because I'm not alone. Lythero would be mean to my family and do a lot of bad things." He whimpered and looked at the ground. Honker watched as his tears fell to the ground. He really did want to go home.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Sept 4, 2008 12:40:20 GMT -5
Acheron had been genuinely curious about the war, but if the little protruding creature didn't want to tell him anything, he wasn't going to sweat over it. He didn't take any offence to the nasty tempered things words, he was just...to bizarre to really take to seriously. Indeed, Acheron was going to be stumped on that for a while, no pun intended.
His head quickly turned back to the swan dog's face, and he allowed himself a small aching smile. The scar didn't allow him to have as full a smile as he had once...but...well...at least it was curved in such a way that might allude to a larger smile anyway. "I appreciate your concern, but unfortunately...I don't have the money for that kind of procedure." his eyebrows furrowed a bit, he hated to be all doom and gloom to little children. He didn't want to show them how cruel the world could be so early...while they still had a little bit of hope left in them. He supposed, however, that it came with the territory of being a Torquehelmite. "Maybe one day..." he added, even though it was a lie. He would never have the kind of money to get the surgery needed to fix his face...not on a homeless persons salary (aka Nada).
He wanted to pat the kid, tell him it would be alright, but maybe it wouldn't. He looked over at the little creature, it was hard to believe the thing sticking out of him could really do anything...bad...other then blow a lot of hot air. "Has he been mean...or done bad things in the past? You shouldn't have to feel like you can't go back home....I mean...what about your suggestion? Have you thought about going to a Corvistownian Doctor to..." he eyed the little Woodlander, "Have him...removed?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 4, 2008 14:14:28 GMT -5
"There are clinics here in the city... well at least one! My brother's girlfriend works at one. I think she'd help you out if she could. Elyse! That's her name!" He clapped his front paws together in victory, which was something he hadn't done in a long while.
His tail drooped at the next question though.
Had he done mean things? That was a bit of a loaded question. Lythero did take the time to snicker. Of course he had. If he hadn't he would have never been successful as a general.
"He's a murdering Tulgey purist who wants to make his region superior to all the others.... and he bit Zane pretty hard." The swan dog said with droopy ears and tail. "He says if I try to get rid of him I'll just end up killing myself... I think he's right."
After all... when it came down to it he was an Ace with no magic. He knew it was almost impossible to get his biped form... Asha was just so much brighter than he was. He never stood a chance... that's probably why Zane hated him so much and loved his Sister. The swan dog whimpered.
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