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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 19:38:42 GMT
[[Closed rp with Buggy and Uno]]
Gale's pointed ears perked up as the morning animals began to awake. Birds chirped, squirrels skittered about the trees, and tiny bugs hummed. The tiny child uncurled himself from the tiny hovel he shared with Rook. His horned friend sat up tiredly, mouth opening wide as it yawned. Its sharp teeth glinted. Stretching like a dog, Gale scrambled out into the morning air.
It was necessary to have a tiny hiding place at night. If the Kiltar ambushed them, there would be no way they could win. But Gale loved the sun and the wind. His only wing stretched, muscles in his back growing taunt as he sighed. The little nub where his other one used to be wiggled, and Gale sighed. The sun dappled on his golden brown skin, warming him. Rook emerged soon after, shaking its head and stretching its long, grotesque limbs.
It was Gale's best - and only - friend. He chittered quietly, and Rook tilted its head, whistling in response. There was still that corpse nearby, it said. If Gale was hungry, he should go eat it. It wouldn't go anywhere and neither would Rook. Then they could keep going. Gale nodded, glad for the reassurance. Then he stood, scratching at his bare stomach. Clothes were hard to come by, and Gale was clad in a rugged pair of hard leather pants. It wasn't much, but it was better than running about with nothing.
Bare toes wiggled in the grass as he went off, sniffing at the air. The breeze shifted. There. The carnage was still fresh from last night. And-
Gale stiffened. What was that? No animal, no Kiltar... A chirring from his friend told Gale that Rook was just as confused. Hopping up to a tree branch, Gale scanned the forest. Was it some other Kiltar thing? They weren't too far from a town... Gale whistled. Rook responded. Gale nodded and Rook came up to him. They would see what this new thing was. If it was a threat in their vicinity, it wouldn't take too much to remove it.
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 19:50:12 GMT
Omaron fully expected to be set upon by wild beasts at any moment, wandering around in the woods as he was. It was still much better than staying in that accursed city for any longer.
He shivered and folded his arms across his chest. Those... things couldn't have been human. He'd never met such horrible people in his life, all smiles and kind eyes with horrible secrets behind them. How close had he come to being slaughtered or more likely tortured for their amusement? How long could he have stayed there before the Kiltar realized he wasn't one of them?
A whistle, a chirruping sound. Movement.
Omaron stopped dead in his tracks, listening. Was something there?
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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 19:54:18 GMT
There. There it was. Gale stayed up in the trees, golden eyes glittering with hate as he stared at the blonde haired, grey eyed man. Kiltar. But. Why did he not smell like them? There was a lack of metallic scent on his skin. And the taste of fear... Well, of course he would be afraid. There was a monster in the woods.
Rook whistled again, the sound ending in a high note. Would the attack?
Gale's reply was simple. He snarled. Bared his teeth. And leapt from the tree, hands outstretched as he reached to tackle Omaron to the ground. This one wouldn't last long if Gale had his way.
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 20:02:02 GMT
Omaron had no idea what was happening. One minute he was standing stock still, listening for any signs of life, and the next he was on his back on the ground, his head throbbing. Something small, brown, and fierce was crouched on his chest.
"Aagh!" Omaron tried to push the creature off of him as panic overrode his senses.
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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 20:09:05 GMT
Tackling this man was easy. Almost too easy. Where was his shield? Why wasn't he shouting his words to force Gale off? He didn't worry about this, even with Rook chirping and chittering several feet away. A fast kill was the best kill. And Rook wasn't going to have Gale risking his life.
Another growl escaped the feral child as his wing flared. Keep this man intimidated until the last moment. He would feel fear until his last breath, just like they wanted for Gale. A deft move, and Gale palmed the man's chin, forcing his head up, exposing the neck, the veins that held life. As soon as Gale ripped it open, this man's life would spill and he would have fresh meat to eat instead of the slowly rotting deer carcass.
But as his teeth got close to his throat, Gale pulled back. This smell! This was nothing Gale had come across before. He glanced back at Rook, who was stepping forward hesitantly. Surely it smelled it as well. The curiosity was clear on its face. Gale turned his golden eyes back to Omaron. Just what had gale found?
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 20:17:07 GMT
Wings. What sort of imp children had wings-- no, one wing? What was this place?
Omaron squeezed his eyes shut as his chin was forced up away from his neck. He brought his hands up but it was no good. This was it. He was going to have his throat ripped out by a wild demon child in a forest who knew how far away from his home, and no one would know what had happened to him.
Except nothing happened. In fact it felt like the creature had shifted back away from his neck. Omaron cracked open his eyes, waiting, confused, and terrified.
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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 20:24:05 GMT
Rook came up hesitantly to Gale's side, and cooed. Gale shrugged. He didn't know this smell, either. Gale, still on Omaron's chest, leaned forward again. He grabbed his face, smooshing his cheek together with dirty fingers. He pushed up his nose, as if there was something amazing hidden in his nostrils. Then Gale pulled at his eyelids. While the eyes were a light grey, they lacked the pastels that were most common among Kiltar. An outcast? That wouldn't be enough, Gale thought. It was a thing, but not a big thing. Not as big as dark skin and dark hair and molten gold eyes.
He whistled his findings to Rook as he examined the man. Skinny. No muscle. So not a good meal.
Did it speak? Rook asked, the whistle short and high.
"Ah," Gale said, nudging Omaron. "Mm!" He sat back on Omaron's pelvic region, legs crossed as he scratched at the scars on his chest. By the look in his eye, he was not going to wait patiently.
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 20:36:33 GMT
Omaron grimaced as the little creature began prodding his face. This... was odd. Nevertheless it was looking much less likely that it--he?-- was going to kill him. Still, best not to push it until he was a little further away from his head.
When the creature grunted at him and sat back, he carefully raised himself up on one elbow. It wouldn't be too hard to throw him off now, probably, but that grunt and the look in those golden eyes gave him pause.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked.
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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 20:44:48 GMT
Ah! So it did speak! Gale shrugged. The man answered already, even if he didn't think he did. But now this left... Well, what was Gale going to ask? How could he make sure this person was not Kiltar? Rook stepped forward, headbutting Omaron gently and sitting beside him. This man seemed nice and friendly. There was no sneering, no harsh words that cut and burned. Rook whistled and Gale rolled his eyes.
There was no way he could get the man to come with them. But. Gale's brows furrowed. He would have to speak. And if the man raised a hand to him for talking, Gale would just take it off.
"Wh..." Close. Keeping going. Gale licked his lips and took a deep breath. "What do?"
There. The best he could get out. Rook whistled his praise, liking when the other one spoke. Too bad he only did so rarely.
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 20:51:26 GMT
Omaron jumped a little as something bumped into him, but it was only another... child... thing. It didn't look like the one sitting on him though. Omaron scooted slightly away from it before the other one spoke.
What do? What do what?
"Er... I'm just lost. Perhaps I should get going." He moved to carefully, gently push the creature off of him.
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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 20:53:35 GMT
Gale frowned as he scooted off Omaron and stood. Get going? Going where? Suspicion welled up in his guts. Back to the Kiltar? To tell them of the monster?! To get him caught and hurt and burned? No. Gale's hand snapped forward, grabbing Omaron's wrist with surprising strength.
No, he was not going back to the Kiltar to tattle tell.
Rook chirred quietly. Why so angry? It did not understand. This man was nice and didn't shove or hit. Rook was beginning to like him. Gale had one hand, so, following the obvious, Rook took the other, gazing up at Omaron with big round eyes. Wanting approval. Its tail wagged a little.
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 21:19:11 GMT
Omaron was just able to take one brisk step away from the clearing when he jerked to a stop.
He frowned back in annoyance. The little creature was glaring at him with... was that fear? Mistrust? Surely it didn't want him to stay, not after it just almost killed him.
"Now really," he huffed and attempted to shake him off of his arm. While he was distracted by that, though, he felt another grubby little hand grab his other wrist. His frown turned to a scowl as he turned toward the other one, the one with a tail and an enormous club arm. It didn't seem frightened, more expectant like a dog at its master's side.
"I don't know what you two want, but I can assure you I don't have anything of value on me." He jerked sharply away from them both.
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Post by Unokins on May 17, 2015 21:58:01 GMT
Value? Gale scoffed. The only valuable thing was this man not going back to the Kiltar with tales of monsters. The only value this man had would be in ensuring Gale's and Rook's safety.
When he shook, Gale let go. No sense in fighting when that position would give him no advantage. Free of his hand, Gale side stepped and neatly climbed onto Omarom's back.
He had been prisoner before. And now he would be the warden. Nestled comfortably, Gale pointed the way to breakfast. He grunted. This man would do what Gale wanted. Otherwise, he would teach him, and it wouldn't be pleasant.
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Post by Buggy on May 17, 2015 23:40:58 GMT
Omaron hadn't expected the creature to let go. And he really hadn't expected him to clamber up his legs and onto his back.
"Agh, what are you-- get off of me! You are very ill-mannered!" Omaron reached around to his back, trying to pry at the imp. He'd never encountered a situation like this before. Having a companion in the wilderness would have been one thing, but a companion who tried to kill him, had no respect for personal space, and thought climbing onto his back was acceptable was not something he wanted.
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Post by Unokins on May 18, 2015 0:05:37 GMT
When Omaron pulled at him, Gale pulled at his ear sharply, hissing. "Bah!" He reprimanded. This man would learn and learn fast.
Rook whimpered, nudging Omaron's side. There were other noises getting louder. And they should have moved long ago.
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