Normally he would be stalking the borders, or else gliding over them with harsh pushes and pulls of his gigantic wings. Taking care to cover every inch before circling back for another round. Today though he was grazing, a mouthful of greens pushing past his lips as he chewed carelessly.
Fuel was needed to keep the body going, as well as water and rest. These mindless tasks he took care of with just as much enthusiasm as he could muster for them.
Bite, chew, swallow, repeat.
He worked the short shoots from one end of the clearing to the next, moving along when the pickings became slim. Killdare didn't know the last time he had really just sat down and ate, a real meal, a few days? He snorted to himself, ripping a particularly tough patch of crab grass from the earth. He's concentrating as much as he can about the drying meal before him when a shout litters the quite and brings with it a chorus of birds.
Ugh." He groans, chewing feverishly his last bite before crowing at the chaos of caws. "Quiet, the lot of you, shut up!", his barks do little to settle Straia's pets. Again the yell brakes the silence like a ball to a single pane of glass, this time he can literally smell the fear dripping form her mouth.
The child he had met some time ago, Dacia, the curious color changing daughter of his friend Astri. The girl who was growing and flowering into a rather promiscuous sort of woman. His first thought is of Lupei, that the boy had sparked some sort of trouble that he would now have to clean up. Never in his wildest dreams would he guess otherwise but the girls screams are unsettling, tossing a stone in the pit of his stomach that he can't shake.
He emerges from the cover of pine and bough to stand before her, eyes narrowing as her coat flashes in yellows and reds. "Calm down, what is it?!" He isn't the best for calming but he uses his wings like arms, trying to wrangle and slow her from the circles in which she turns.
- Year: 233
- Season: Spring
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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Run in the shadows [Killdare, Any] - by Dacia - 02-19-2016, 03:23 PM
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