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Post by /|/afamere on Nov 28, 2008 19:08:05 GMT -5
Sabe sat their on the ground gazing up twoards the wonderful full blown night sky. The many lights reflected each wish that he had had in his past history... each one he could name... yet not many of them were as bright as he would have wanted it to be. Those that were bright had been answered and came true. Such as his wish to become a king, though not apart of a court. With a sigh did he start to get a bit chilled by the nights air. It was starting to get cooler accross the lands. He didn't mind the fact that the changing seasons were moving closer and closer to the winter that was soon to come. He personaly liked the snow that would fall on many regions. The frozen fluffy water always set him apart from those of the highlands and other regions were they were lighter colors. So he fluffed his feathers abit and walked over to another tree... looking up... he wished that he could be up their right now. There was some quite nice perches up their. Though he wasn't able to get up their... due to his extra pair of appendages. The wings that had that grew under his orginal, were quite glorious looking and unique in the land... he had never seen any this brilliantly white before, nor edged with long peacock feathers. It was trully extravigant. And the increadably strong aura that emminatted from them waffed others with Self-Assurance. He never felt the affect... probably due to him never trully accepting the wings and the powers that were invested into them. With downtrotted wishes... and not being able to get up in the tree like he would want to, did he move over to a small bench and stood their... with both wings folded neatly. |
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Post by Nako on Nov 28, 2008 20:18:57 GMT -5
The night was a dark one... a time when children should not be out and about. When they were.. it was usually to cause some sort of trouble. A hide blanched with albinism slinked through the shadows, a heavy bag upon his quadrupedal shoulders that clinked with art supplies. Ahead of him, long blue fingers were carefully placed so as not to trip over them in the dark. He.. didn't exactly blend in, especially with the large pair of white wings upon his back. They were not donned with peacock feathers, nor did they have any sort of power attached to them. They merely were what they were; wings that the youngling still could not fly with. He chuckled to himself, slinking through the park that was so very vacant at this time of night. At least.. that's what he thought. Suddenly, his backpack came open and canisters of paint rolled out, clinking noisily and rolling every which way. Growling with frustration, he put his pack down, scrambling to pick up all the containers. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Nov 28, 2008 21:09:22 GMT -5
The sound awoken the Heron from his many thoughts. He swivled his long neck to peer at the sound that had brought him out of his deep thoughts. It looked to be a youngling with many objects that seemed quite vandalist. The heron didn't know how to react to it save do the polite thing.
He moved and started to walk twoards the youngling not carring to be heard or not. Sabe hadn't heard the one untill spray bottles had hit the ground making such a rucks.
"Do ye be needin any help, youngling?" the heron asked as he looked the kind up and down figuring the region and breed that he was. It was a bit too dark to his his suit and rank... and he wasn't really looking for one either... he didn't want to meet a stray ace this night... he never liked those creatures... but everyone served a purpose weather they thought so or not.
Sabe stood their and picked up one of the canisters that had spilled accross the ground, ruffling his duel wings for a moment... to get the cramp that started to develop... that was the problem with them... they always seemed to get in the way some how... and if they could find one... they would do something terriable... like knocking things over.. he was still trying to get used to them...
"What ye be doin up so late?"
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Post by Nako on Dec 4, 2008 21:35:24 GMT -5
Now, there's something to be said for meeting some strange man in the middle of a night in a deserted park. His hair stood on end, and he jumped visibly at the sight of the man. A low growl escaped his maw, but his tail was tucked between his legs in fear. "What am I doing up this late? What are -you- doing alone in a park, you.. scary creepy guy!" He began scrambling faster to pick up his things, knocking them around with his overlong, clumsy fingers in his haste. His parents had told him to be wary of strangers who lurked in dark places like this. They could sometimes be the worst of people; raping and killing those they met. Come on, what could anyone be doing out alone in the dark anyways? How could they be up to anything but trouble? That's surely what Mikael was out doing, but as the steely taste of fear filled his mouth, he wondered if the great mural he'd put upon a bakery's wall was truly worth putting him out in a situation like he was in.
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 6, 2008 12:53:22 GMT -5
Sabe just looked at the kid... he was trully affriad... expecailly with his tail tucked in such a manner. He gave an experated sigh and set the spray can on its bottom and stepped away slightly so the youngster could pick up his belongings... he wondred silently before he spoke to the heron... if he was an artisit of some sort.
The question threw him off gaurd for a moment. He just stared at the youngster... what was he really doing out here? He oculd be getting laied, drunk, or sleeping the night away... but he was out here looking up at stars.
Well... a good questiond id deserve a good answer...
"Well... I'm here to gaze at the stars and wonder where my life has gone." he said with a slight wisper as he turned away and looked up to the stars.
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Post by Nako on Apr 14, 2009 17:28:21 GMT -5
Sounded like this guy had a lot of baggage. Wondering where his life had gone? The guy didn't seem starving or terribly disheveled... what did this guy have to complain about? The fear he'd felt moments ago was dying off as he finished picking up the canisters and put them in the bag. It was just some strange man doing nothing better with his life than wandering about wishing something better would come along. He knew his mother and father would be disgusted by a person like this. They'd instilled slightly better morals in him. Sure he was a troubled teen, but he was at least trying to find his place in the world.
He probably should have left, but curiosity and the need to get the last word overcame any common sense. Shrugging his pack between his fledgeling wings, he frowned at the man and finally spoke up. "What makes your life so terrible anyhow?"
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Post by /|/afamere on Apr 14, 2009 17:49:18 GMT -5
He looked to the teen, smiling a bit. It was nice to talk to anyone when someone had things on their mind. Looking to him Sabe knew that this boy would probably turn out to be one great man when he grew up.
"Things have been quite happy throughout my life, though once I started to work here in the capital... well things have started to change." he said to the youngerster that looked as if his shyness and being afraid was leaving the kid, and to prove his point of change did he open his top wings to reaveal the white peacock wings underneath, lifting them slightly so he could get a better look.
"See, these wings here, are part of the reason why my life is going down hill. For I cannot fly no longer." he said... gazing up once again.
He felt caged, as if he was ordinary bird... kept for pleasure of a song.
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Post by Nako on Apr 14, 2009 18:12:23 GMT -5
Huh. Interesting, he supposed.
"You can still walk, can't you? Still talk? Still see? Yeah, I know.. birds fly, but really is it all that bad? I have fingers that are so long and so brittle, all one has to do is take it and bend it backwards, and it will break. I'm a -spade- that cannot run like one. I mean yeah.. I have the power but it's pathetic, man. They were meant to be wings... they never grew the webbing, and I don't know if you noticed or not but I have the same wings. They're not even fully fledged yet, and are pretty much useless."
He shrugged with some level of indifference. For a guy who seemed to radiate self confidence.. he really didn't have it. "Why was flying so integral to your happiness anyways?"
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Post by /|/afamere on Apr 14, 2009 18:19:24 GMT -5
His smile faded as the spade talked, yea... the kid did have more problems then he did... but it wasn't like he was out making money and his only way to make it was through his ability to fly.
He sighed.
"Your quite right boy'o... some people do have it worse than I do," he said looking to him with a smile, "I guess that your right, there is always a good thing to look about it. Always something out their that makes the worse better than it should be." he said.
How could he tell the boy his realy problems... that he was tired of sleeping around, not finding that person that would fit him perfectly, that the one woman of his life had left him for someone else, that his only source of income was from the fact that he needed to be able to fly.
Well their was one way to tell him... like any grown up could tell someone that was younger.
"My life is just a bit more complicated... love, work, and money... in that order though. I love to work, but cannot work when I cannot fly... cannot make any money that way either. And the woman I loved went to another man." yup... try to simplify it...
Damn... he should be getting drunk at some bar. THis is what bartenders were made for... to complain too.
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