Post by Gina on Aug 10, 2006 17:14:28 GMT -5
ooc:Botna can mean anything..In Torn's case, "Who needs it?"
ic:Not even the quickly growing number of fallen leaves snapped under his slight weight, silent paws. Thick, rigid claws made a horrible screeching noise as they pulled up the lanky body that trailed onto a ledge, remnants of a deep gouging in the cliffside.
Eyes of a deep shade of burgundy, deepend further by dark patches, unblinking, stared into the gorge below. His stillness, false lifelessness, it was almost uncanny. And still, the Capuut Mortem that rested on his rump brought more feeling of life than most could even feel at all.
"Torn..Ah, I remember when you first told me that that was your name."
The cougar, rusty top coat scrunching together at the neck, turned towards the condor sitting on a knarled branch to his right.
"What is it, Emblem?"
"Nothing, Torn..Torn..That wasn't your real, your true, name. It changed the day you recieved that mark..Tell me, do you remember the name you were truly given?"
"What is it that you want, Emblem?"
There was slight annoyance in his voice, his eyes narrowing, tail lashing about.
"Only to bring you company, sir."
No response.
The two walked in between two sheer walls of rock. Emblem had only mentioned more things about the Death's Head, infuriating the Tom more and more.
Who does he think he is? He knows I want to hear nothing of my past, he has never spoken like this...
He smirked coldly as he considered silencing the fowl for good. However, the bird's next question brought him a new reaction, one not utilized in a long time, to his memory.
"Shut up, you stupid fowl! I want to be left alone, so see to it!"
Emblem did not seem hurt by the sudden outburst, Torn's optics flashing dangerously. Instead, he left him, headed towards the skies, a satisfied smirk playing upon his beak.
He now sat in an overflowing pool, allowing the calming sounds of the quiet canyon and the sweet waters to sink into his mind. Company! Who needed it?
ic:Not even the quickly growing number of fallen leaves snapped under his slight weight, silent paws. Thick, rigid claws made a horrible screeching noise as they pulled up the lanky body that trailed onto a ledge, remnants of a deep gouging in the cliffside.
Eyes of a deep shade of burgundy, deepend further by dark patches, unblinking, stared into the gorge below. His stillness, false lifelessness, it was almost uncanny. And still, the Capuut Mortem that rested on his rump brought more feeling of life than most could even feel at all.
"Torn..Ah, I remember when you first told me that that was your name."
The cougar, rusty top coat scrunching together at the neck, turned towards the condor sitting on a knarled branch to his right.
"What is it, Emblem?"
"Nothing, Torn..Torn..That wasn't your real, your true, name. It changed the day you recieved that mark..Tell me, do you remember the name you were truly given?"
"What is it that you want, Emblem?"
There was slight annoyance in his voice, his eyes narrowing, tail lashing about.
"Only to bring you company, sir."
No response.
The two walked in between two sheer walls of rock. Emblem had only mentioned more things about the Death's Head, infuriating the Tom more and more.
Who does he think he is? He knows I want to hear nothing of my past, he has never spoken like this...
He smirked coldly as he considered silencing the fowl for good. However, the bird's next question brought him a new reaction, one not utilized in a long time, to his memory.
"Shut up, you stupid fowl! I want to be left alone, so see to it!"
Emblem did not seem hurt by the sudden outburst, Torn's optics flashing dangerously. Instead, he left him, headed towards the skies, a satisfied smirk playing upon his beak.
He now sat in an overflowing pool, allowing the calming sounds of the quiet canyon and the sweet waters to sink into his mind. Company! Who needed it?
Pardon my n00bness.