|
Post by zenith on May 11, 2010 16:20:15 GMT -5
I woke to a hazy grey morning, the clouds and sun hidden behind a thick fog. It looked like rain, but I'd take my chances with flying. I grabbed a black undershirt and pulled it on over my head, and then put my torn checkered converse sneakers on. My tight black skinny jeans were torn and tattered, but they'd do for now. I walked to the window, still a bit groggy with sleep, and crouched on the sill.
I felt the shift coming on before I jumped, not falling to my death as I should've, but taking off into the sky, soaring above the concrete jungle that so many called home. I glided out over the finer houses and then to the outskirts, where the chapel was the only building in sight. I flew over the white headstones to the more shabby areas, where I landed on a grave I knew only too well - my mother's.
I stayed shifted, looking around for a sign of human life, waiting for everything to be still. I then hopped off the stone, shifting in mid-air, and landed on my human feet once more. I kneeled down, placed my elbows on the stone, and prayed for her soul and mine. I prayed God would forgive my sins and let my soul go to heaven when I died.
I stayed for a while In that position, my eyes closed and my head bowed, and waited for the sun to come out from behind the mask of the morning fog.
|
|
-иoxx
Full Member
AND WALKED
Posts: 104
|
Post by -иoxx on May 11, 2010 17:17:08 GMT -5
blue eyes upon the ground, this lone figure huddled at the base of a tree. how confined he felt, isolated, claustrophobic he was indoors. always preferring to stay outside, even if it meant being alone and a bit chilly. black hair, with choppy ends feel dramatically over his face. that ever so famous hair flick was pressed into action as ryan looked up. that familiar flutter of wings. lips parted, watched in mild awe as a raven in flight soared to the grounds. then shifted in midair, landing neatly as a human; and not just any human.
this other shifter, alex, was a very gorgeous creature, even from a woman's stand point. That hair, so sheer and shiny without the slightest trace of grease. skin so soft, even to look at, it was just visually appealing to look at this boy. am i no good? but why put any more thought into it than needed when ryan didn't even know the boy's name? well... pulling himself to a standing position, ryan licked his lips in almost a nervous fashion. socializing? him? it couldn't be possible. but this unexplainable urge to talk to a fellow raven shifter was overwhelming. swallowing, walked forward into the silence.
not exactly sure what the say, approached from the front of the tombstone, as to not accidentally scare alex, who looked a year or so older than ryan. no verbal introduction, but this boy would have to be blind not to see two feet appearing in front of him. the aura about ryan wasn't dangerous, or frightening, but curious oh so very curious. but feeling the need to say something, to make some type of ing-cling opened his jaw to speak in a quiet tone. "i saw you fly." putting forward his left arm, the shifter brand was upon the underside of his wrist.
so now that they both knew each other were shifters, where were they to go from there? ryan, not exactly sure what to say next hadn't thought about what to do after showing this boy his tattoo. 'his name... i ought to know his name.' "i'm ryan... also a raven." while the attention is on ryan, let's explain his own appearance besides his sleek choppy hair and dull-blue eyes. A black tee-shirt was upon his body, a little worn, and his light blue jeans were faded with white accessorized with holes on both knees showing wear and tear not fashion. black and blue skater shoes with barred laces were upon his feet. it looked fit, and the duo looked similar in style, was this fate for them to meet?
{To clear this up here and now, Ryan has a profuse crush on zen ^^ And ryan is gay, and even tho Zen is straight, ti won't phase ryan in the slightest. xD Welcome to SA ^^}
|
|
|
Post by zenith on May 11, 2010 17:39:20 GMT -5
At the sound of another voice, I looked up. He looked almost identical to myself, but it seemed that he was so much more distant. As I stood, I put out my hand for him to shake. "Alex. Nice to meet another raven shifter." I smiled awkwardly, knowing my words sounded weird. I usually didn't speak to others, only when buying clothes or a hotdog off the street. I didn't know what to say next. He seemed like a nice guy, though, so I decided to make some small talk.
"What're you doing in a cemetary at this time in the morning?" It seemed so odd to say that, since he could ask me the same question, and I'd have no answer. It might be obvious to others what I was doing, but I really had no idea. I just came here as a routine, not something sentimental or heartwarming. I did, however, bring flowers here every May 1st and Mothers day, and even a Wreath on Christmas Eve, even though I didn't celebrate Chirstmas.
I stretched, something I hadn't done today, and waited for the reply.
|
|
-иoxx
Full Member
AND WALKED
Posts: 104
|
Post by -иoxx on May 11, 2010 19:19:16 GMT -5
relief washed over ryan, so this kid named alex wasn't cold. that was good to know. flipping his hair from eyes once more, did this absent mindedly. never really aware of when he did or didn't do this sudden head movement. shifting his weight from one foot to the other, looked at the tombstone though didn't really see what he was looking at. instead his eyes were clouded by thought, who had died? how? what relative of alex's was this, or a friend?
'What're you doing in a cemetery at this time in the morning?' looking up, nodded over to the tree that he was under. "sleeping." knowing that this would bring some series of questions, answered them before they could be spoken. "i don't like staying indoors for too long, i like feeling free instead of contained." his voice was monologue, but if you looked at his eyes, those dull blue eyes, you could see all of the hidden and bottled up emotion just shining through. now it was ryan's turn to ask a question.
"who died?"
|
|
|
Post by zenith on May 11, 2010 20:20:08 GMT -5
The question tightened my jaw. Tears threatened to break free from my eyes. "My mother." My words were filled with sadness and loss, and my voice trembled. "A crash. Collided head-on with a semi." Why was I explaining it to him? It took all of my willpower not to buckle over and sob, to beat the ground on my mother's grave, to just lose all hope and lie there and die.
I tried to keep my composure. I took my mind away from the horrible memories, to the response he had gotten. Sleeping? It made me wonder if I should leave my apartment in the night, slumber outside of my bed, sleep on my mother's grave. Morbid thoughts overcame me - lying on my mother's grave, dead. People wouldn't ever find me - my body would shift into raven form before they could. They'd think it was just another dead bird.
But that's not how she'd want it - she'd want me to live, no matter how much I'd hated her, how much I'd been away from home, no matter how many times I'd cursed her and my father. She'd always loved me. How did I just realise that? It gave me new hope, my mind clearing.
|
|
-иoxx
Full Member
AND WALKED
Posts: 104
|
Post by -иoxx on May 12, 2010 19:40:33 GMT -5
at zen's response, ryan wished he had not asked the question. the emotion seemed to explode from his body. the sorrow, the memories, the grief. shifting on the spot, wanted to comfort alex, but didn't know how. for one, it would seem strange if practically two strangers hugged as if best friends for years. but would it be that bad if they started a friendship just like that. but ryan didn't have the guts, so instead muttered an "i'm sorry."
this boy had shared a slice of history to ryan, so he returned teh favor. "my mum died of alcohol poisoning two years ago; and my dad ran out when i was still a kid. mother was helpless and i struggled to support myself as well as her, who just sat at home all day and drunk. so in a way, it's like being released from invisible chains." the wind picked up and flashed black locks of hair around ryan's face. grayscaled sapphire eyes flying from the grave to the sky. it was natural to want to shift and fly at this moment. but he couldn't leave zen alone... not here... not now.
at the thought that there was such a soul, similar to his own. so lonely in this big world, had a sudden impact on ryan. looking at zen, couldn't help but admire this boy. stepping around the grave to stand next to alex, basically shoulder-to-shoulder stared down at the grey stone. "let's get some flowers..." among the weeds and other stuff, lay an occasional white flower, or a yellow dandelion. it was nice in ryan's mind, especially since he wasn't a rich kid; more of the polar opposite.
|
|
|
Post by zenith on May 12, 2010 23:17:20 GMT -5
"it's fine.." the words came soothingly from my mouth, and then my lips closed to hear his story. It seemed so amazing, two souls of the same shift and who had suffered almost similar fates. I so very much wanted to shift and fly away, to leave this world of horrible deaths behind me. When he moved to my side, I leaned my head on his shoulder, finding it comforting to know that someone was there for me - that somebody cared. I hadn't thought that it'd be awkward, as we'd just met.
I smiled at the prospect of putting flowers on the grave of a loved one. He seemed to know me inside out, even with only knowing me a few minutes. "yeah.. that'd be nice." I thought of thanking him, but my mind flipped to it being premature, since he might take off just like all the others I'd ever knew. Something about him was just too sincere for me to be positive, but it comforted me, none-the-less.
|
|
-иoxx
Full Member
AND WALKED
Posts: 104
|
Post by -иoxx on May 14, 2010 15:03:36 GMT -5
as zen leaned upon ryan, the raven automatically raised his arm and put it around zen's shoulders. his mind reeling with excitement, as a small smile perked onto his lips. it was cute in an odd sort of way to see this fellow shifter put so much into a simple action, just because of grief. resting a cheek upon his head, ryan let his eyes stray to the ground. not far away, there was a patch of lavender and white small flowers. raising his arm, non-verbally pointed towards those petals.
starting to walk over towards them, let the arm around zen drop. but didn't want to let go of him just yet but didn't know what else to do. was zen sensitive? would he reject holding hands, afterall ryan didn't know his orientation yet. but did something as simple as that phase zen? a pang of sadness hit ryan's heart. what it must feel like to have a mo loving mother and then to loose her. ryan could never express such emotion as he never had aparent. he was his own parent, supporting himself as well as something like a child; his alcoholic mother.
WIP! NOT DONE YET D: -computer failure-
|
|