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Post by Greenie on Jan 1, 2010 13:28:32 GMT -5
 Indivar was lost, and knew he was lost, and was, in all honesty, quite ashamed that he was lost. Had he not lived in the Capital his entire life? Had he not traipsed these streets unaccompanied, unchaperoned, since he learned how to hobble? Had he not had silly adventures with his brothers and sisters up and down these same narrow allies just a few years ago? And yet here he was, on a filthy, deserted street, shaking, scared, and about to bolt and hope he was running in the right direction. He never got the chance to run. The hybrid had made the mistake of slumping against a door frame that looked to enter to an empty room, but it was deceivingly so; he was knocked unconscious, a bag was thrown over his head and his hooves and paws hobbled within a short minute; the door shut quietly, as if he had never even been there. A scant half an hour later the mix was thrown through the doorway and landed in an unmoving heap on the street, blood immediately seeping from his body and staining the cobblestones below him. His heart stopped beating a few seconds later. |
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 1, 2010 14:02:04 GMT -5
 Lior often wandered the Capital like a ghost, flitting between graveyards and slums. Some of the people there knew him and thought him the specter of death. Others thought he was just a creepy, insane weirdo who'd gotten into some bad shit and had lost his mind along with his coin. No one ever bothered him. The aura was just too much for most of them to handle. His senses drew him towards the discarded body of the mix and he gazed down with passionless eyes, taking in the state of the body and departed life. Not long departed. And quite young. This one may be a good candidate for his ability, rather than merely ushering him towards the afterlife. He bent over the child's corpse and closed his eyes, ignoring anyone who may be nearby. They were certainly ignoring him. Hard. By the time he was finished, in several senses of the word, the child would have been pulled from the bizarre tunnel of death and called back into his body, now five years younger. The cat above him was breathing quickly and carried about him a terrifying aura. The second he noticed the boy's awareness, his hand shot out and plunged straight into his skull via his soft, squishy eye. |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 1, 2010 14:15:48 GMT -5
Indivar shot back from oblivion with a gut-wrenching scream. Something was in his head, something was in his head! It was digging and pulling and it hurt!, and then, with a pop, something began oozing down his face and he knew instinctively it was blood and pus and eyefluid and it was not supposed to be coming out of his eye socket.
He lunged up toward his attacker but immediately flopped into an uncoordinated position, his limbs significantly shorter, skinnier and less toned than what he was used to. Unable to see due to his blinding pain, the mix could only flail his hooves in Lior's direction and hope that one of the uncooperative limbs would hit something vital and he'd be able to escape - assuming he could still walk, or could manage to open the intact eye to see where he was going..
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 1, 2010 14:22:47 GMT -5
Lior fished around inside of the boy's head dispassionately, searching for the essence that he knew hid beneath the soft exterior. The bit of soul. To add to his... collection. As soon as his fingers hooked on the nearly intangible bit, he wrenched it from its resting place only moments before a small hoof smashed into his thigh.
That would leave a bruise for weeks. He grunted as he was forced to shift, but little other emotion made its way to his face or voice. He rocked back and stared down at the flailing boy, watching him for a moment. "You're welcome, then," he murmured as he stood. One hand delved beneath the cloak to a hidden pocket, finding and fiddling with a jar lid before he got it open and could carefully deposit the bit of soul inside. It swirled with the others, a beautiful display.
Indivar's predicament meant nothing to him. He had just given him a second lease on his unfortunate life.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 1, 2010 23:39:19 GMT -5
Indivar thought a limb connected with something solid - he could only hope it was the hoofed limb and not the flippered one - but he was still confused as to which limb was which. It had taken him nearly 15 years to figure out how to use the damned things - what the hell had happened to reverse that? His mind certainly seemed to be working fine, but it was hard to tell much of anything with the searing pain scattering his thoughts.
At the sound of a quiet, dispassionate voice, he froze for a moment, unsure of what he had heard. Did his assailant just say "you're welcome"? WELCOME? He was missing a goddamn eye and couldn't seem to get off his back and he should be thankful to this sodding man? Someone was off their rocker, and it.. well, it wasn't just him!
The mix managed to fumblingly scoot himself a few feet away from Lior.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 2, 2010 2:49:04 GMT -5
The child's apparent distress meant nothing to Lior and he carefully tucked away his little collection jar, making sure that it was secure before he turned his gaze one last time on the fumbling mix. Should he say something?
No. This one didn't seem especially receptive to speech. Others had been - his first soul, the skunk girl with the beautiful soul - but this was a confused and hurt and uninteresting person, little different from many of the others he had saved. Perhaps the child would be ungrateful for his timely rescue. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to understand. It didn't really matter.
His cold gaze bore into the child, who was likely too far gone to notice, and then he turned and departed the scene. One man on the street skittered out of his way as if the approaching cloaked form would burn him if he drew too near and he stared after him in horrified silence after he left.
((Aaaaand Lior's gone. xD THANK YOU!))
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