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Post by .: T O K I :. on Oct 6, 2009 21:22:24 GMT -5
To his relief, and it seemed to his odd fox's relief, that the girl stuttered inaudible words and backed up, keeping her sightless eyes on the spot where he had disappeared. The exotic cat flicked a tail, his whiskers twitching with satisfaction, good. Hopefully though she would be careful on her way home. Her eyes were wide though, starting at black, not really sure where the feline disappeared to, but nor did she care. It might have... just dawned on her that it would be a good idea to leave. Now. With that thought, the female took a few hesitant steps back, as if the cat would pounce at her from the darkness like a nightmare. As if. Soon enough, not that it could come enough, she felt a light breeze across her back indicating she was out of the alley. With that, she turned... and ran... supposedly home.
To his annoyance though, the fox made no indication to follow. For now, it seemed they were both on the same side. Although it didn't seem like it, the cat did not want the girl to get hurt, he never intended to hurt her, simply to... push her in the right direction he liked to think. Even though the fox didn't notice this, the feline had no intention of doing anything at all. His fur relaxed quickly, as he wasn't mad in the first place, and a light thumping sound echoed the walls as his tail contently beat the lid. Normally he wasn't loud, but... hey, what was going to happen? Nothing. It seemed this fox was as odd as him anyway.
Speaking of which, from the darkness, his eyes cast down at the glowing figure, silver under the incredible illumination from the hanging moon in the night sky, swathed with blinking stars. His icy blue eyes watched the canine's movements, every twitch, every shuffle, every blink... everything. Both were staring really... a battle of blue eyes. Only, his held mere amusement, not that he could really blame the creature. For a moment, the two didn't move or talk, they simply froze where they stood and stared, like enemies. The fact was debatable.
However the tension soon broke by the call of the fox, his voice serious but curious, "Why were you so cruel to the human girl?" The feline perked its ears up, neck raising to the question, finally breaking the stare. As he spoke, the fox steered closer ever so slowly, his pelt glowing like a ghost, yet as he neared the darkness--the cat's home, the silvery tint began to lose its shine. The male stopped half way into the darkness, small paws coming to a delicate stop. The feline noticed that his eyes seemed screwed up. Sure he could see, but in the darkness, where he resided, they were no such use. Yet he was sure he could hear him at least... they seemed somewhat same on that level.
"I know she called you a cat, which you are no matter what you say," Who said I denied it? The feline's whiskers twitched in amusement, this... argument, going nowhere. Being a feline was great! Maybe he had to stay in the dark at night, but even so... it was how he lived. "But that's not reason enough to threaten her... or is it another reason entirely that you threatened her?" With the last addition, the canine shuffled a few steps forward, enough to catch a glance at the feline's rugged pelt. This action was ignored though, as said, he wasn't aiming to kill. No... that would be too far out of action, and his personality simply wouldn't allow it...
A hearty chuckle escaped his maw, lowering his voice to make him sound older... possibly more wise too? Oh well, "Hmm, I wouldn't say you are correct..." Yet, he could never hold up a mean image for long. The feline edged to the rim and in a flash lowered his head just in front of the canine's snout hoping to surprise him. What a laugh that would be! A cheeky grin spread across his face, as much as his feline muscles would allow, while his whiskers uplifted in amusement as his voice kicked up a notch to his regular teenage voice, "But I can say it was a pretty good observation for a fox like yourself!" The ocelot's voice exclaimed with humor as his eyes shown with glee, completely opposite to what had been seen before. The old Damien was back.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 11, 2009 9:29:49 GMT -5
Corbeau blinked when the cat began to speak, his voice sounding amused. "Hmm, I wouldn't say you are correct..." He trailed off for a moment and Corbeau thought about taking a step closer. "But I can say it was a pretty good observation for a fox like yourself!" Corbeau blinked in confusion, sitting down suddenly. He couldn't help the amused gleam that filled his eyes and made his lips twitch, flashing his sharp canines for a split second.
"What?" He asked, amusement beginning to creep into his voice. "You've lost me, I'm afraid. What are you doing out here anyways? Shouldn't you be at home or something? There's no way you're not a Shifter." He said, snickering slightly for a second. He knew why he was out. He didn't want to be anywhere near that asshole that claimed to be his new dad and the bitch that claimed to be his new mom. Granted, she wasn't anywhere near as bad as the bastard but still. She wasn't any good at being a mom, at all. She couldn't even handle a son who doesn't rely on her at all times. How pathetic was that? Really pathetic, in his opinion.
He returned his attention to the cat, his ears pricked a bit.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Oct 19, 2009 0:09:31 GMT -5
Damien took a moment of humor and inwardly congratulated himself as the fox blinked in confusion, head slightly tilted as his brain tried to process the sudden change in the personality. Damien knew it seemed wrong, animals don't growl and then suddenly whine, it was inhumane... for an animal. He was sure it was quiet obvious now that he wasn't a regular cat, let alone an exotic cat in the middle of a popular city. Then again, Damien was also sure that this fox wasn't normal either. It's coloring seemed all wrong, it was funny to him!
The fox simply sat down in his confused state, unsure of what to really do, certainly not look mad anymore. It seemed there was nothing to be mad about, except... the fact that Damien just very nearly gave a girl a heart attack, but that's the past! Plus, Damien really didn't look forward to getting yelled and scolded to at the moment. That was a mother's job, and he didn't have a mother, she had abandoned him long ago when he was young. Or his father... he wasn't even sure. However, the thought didn't bother Damien, he was used to the streets, no envy came from him either. Parents were overrated, no one ever told him what to do.
The canine's eyes gleamed with a spark, amusement flashing in their depths. His lips twitched ever so slightly, whiskers perking up a tad as his sharp canines glinted under the illumination of the moon's midnight glow. "What?" He finally spoke, voice cracked with humor, mildly surprised. "You've lost me I'm afraid." Damien eagerly nodded along, good good. Confusion and humor, partly stupidity, his specialty. "What are you doing out here anyways?" The fox began, finally getting started with his questions, though this time not as menacingly and commanding, "Shouldn't you be at home or something? There's no way you're not a shifter." The fox snickered at the last comment.
Damien's eyes glowed, partly humorous, and partly curiosity. Why did he care about whether he should be home or not? The thought was nice, but Damien had particularly steeled himself over the years, however kind, funny, and stupid-acting he was. Nice or mean, smart or stupid, funny or dull, in the end, everyone eventually abandoned you. Why get close to them at all? Ignoring the fox's questions he retorted, voice still thick with humor, "Oh? What are you doing out here? Should you be home?" Maybe he would answer, maybe he wouldn't.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 21, 2009 17:21:12 GMT -5
Corbeau wasn't surprised when the cat turned his question back at him and merely shrugged to the best of his sitting, canine ability. It wasn't much, just a lift and drop of the shoulders, but it worked. "I'm not a fan of my home. Jackass foster parents, ya know?" He said calmly, his voice easily hiding his hatred for them, especially his foster father. That bastard. All he ever did was annoy Corbeau. The fool couldn't even pronounce his name right, half the time. Okay, so it was spelt funny but still. It wasn't that hard. Just "Core-bow", that's all. Not "Core-be-a-oh". 'I swear he does that one purpose, the asshole.' Growled Courbeau mentally, his icy blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly in his slowly cresting anger. His darker personality began to sneak up, trying to catch Corbeau off guard. He shook his head sharply, snapping out of his thoughts. Wrong. No. His other side wasn't allowed to come out, especially not when he was talking to people that he'd just met. People who didn't know him, didn't know how to handle his other side. So he snapped inwardly at his darker self, snarling him away and back into the recesses of his subconscious. He didn't realize that he'd growled aloud, the sound gutteral and utterly threatening. A sound full of righteous hatred and disgust and sadness long buried under a cold facade. OOC//: Hmmmmmmmm. I'm not pleased. -does not like post- Corbeau seems all emoish but he's not emo. What the hell did I do to him?! D|
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 14, 2009 14:25:33 GMT -5
((Nobody knows. xD))
It was a curious thing wasn't it? A cat and dog? Or well... feline and canine conversing. Such an odd pair, and an odd sight nonetheless. Of course, Damien never really thought of such things. Actually he did, but why comment? Shifters particularly could care less, it was just a thought after all. The ghost-like fox dully indicated his "concern" about the question. "I'm not a fan of my home. Jackass foster parents, ya know?"
His voice was calm, as if it was an obvious answer to an obvious question. Maybe it was, but Damien could care less about his parents, or rather his life. Why should he be concerned, or why should he care at all? Damien didn't really want people butting in his life so he didn't butt into theirs. Yet even so, he did get an answer, and that didn't stop him from thinking about it.
Foster parents then? So he was an orphan, kind of like Damien, but he chose to live with parents. Well, he wouldn't question his morals. For a moment it was quiet as he thought it through. The fox seemed to be in a slight daze. A few slight twitches gave away his distaste for whatever he had been thinking of. The ocelot twitched its whiskers and set its head down lightly on its paws, gleaming eyes carefully watching the fox.
The conversation between the animals brought himself back to his own situation. So, parents... why. Why did people feel the need to have them? Why did everyone feel the need to have someone watch over them all the time? Wasn't this like an example? This fox... shifter, obvious he didn't like his foster parents. Why not run away, just to get away from it all? No one told him what to do, or where to go. No one pressured him, or restricted him.
Sure he didn't have games or whatever, but why would he need games when he had the whole world to explore? Damien could just find anything and make use of it, maybe that was just him though. This guy had run away to get away hadn't he? Why not just stay away, obvious he didn't like his foster parents.
However, before he got too deep into the thought a low, rumbling growl rolled out of his throat. The fox's throat. Damien blinked and slightly jumped in surprise at the sound. Wasn't it his thoughts that were dark? Damien leaned his head back slightly, his head now held high above the canine as he lay perched on top of the trash bin. Wow he felt like one of those... sphinx.
The growl was slow and rumbling, tight and full of hellish emotion. Well he wouldn't question him. Ignoring the growl, hopefully not aimed at him, Damien asked the fox a question lining with his previous thoughts that had curled inside his mind. However curious, Damien hope he wouldn't offend him, even so, he might have just sounded slightly accusing. "If you hate your parents that much, why not just leave?"
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Nov 28, 2009 3:24:23 GMT -5
"If you hate your parents that much, why not just leave?" Corbeau didn't know how to respond to the wild cat's words, his bright blue eyes quickly jerking up to meet the others as he thought about the words.
Even Corbeau had to admit that he had a point. Why did he stay with his foster family? It definately wasn't for the oh so tender loving care they gave him. Was it the fact that he had a bed there? A room to himseslf? A constant source of food? It wasn't like they pampered him, really. Most of what he owned he had bought with his own hard-earned money from the random odd job he could get. It was surprisingly hard for a student to get a job in Shelpey, actually.
"I... I don't know, actually." He murmured, blinking in confusion. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why he stayed there.
Oh. Nope. Never mind. He remembered why he hadn't left yet. His dad had threatened to kill him if he did anything to his new family, and that included leaving before he turned 18.
"I take that back. I do know why I haven't left yet." He said with a low growl, his ears pinned back and tail lashing for a moment. But then he sighed and let his ears relax. He really didn't feel like getting pissed right now. Especially not with a stranger while his other personality was trying particularly hard to get out.
Dammit, Corbeau! Why does it matter if he threatened you?! You could kick his ass anyday!' Corbeau mentally sighed as he heard his other personality snarl at him, enraged. 'I thought I'd already explained this to you, Jesus. I won't purposely pick a fight with my dad. Just because I can Shift doesn't mean that I'll win, dumbass. You know as well as I do that my dad is a damn good fighter.' Replied Corbeau exasperatedly. Hopefully the cat wasn't looking at him like he was weird; after all, he had just suddenly fallen silent and probably looking like he was having an internal fight with himself. Which he technically was, but still. It didn't have to be stated out loud.
Corbeau sighed out loud, letting his shoulders droop, as his dark side continued to scream at him about how he was furious that his other side would just lie down and accept something like that so easily. It was his body too! Why couldn't he have more control over it?! How come only to good side got complete control?! Dammit! It pissed him off!
"Will you just shut up, already?! Goddamn!" Snapped Corbeau angrily, annoyed beyond belief by his other half's constant complaining. God! Why did he have to whine so much?! It's wasn't like Corbeau didn't have his own problems to deal with without getting into legal trouble! Unlike his dark side, he didn't want to get life in prison for some stupid reason that could have been easily avoided!
Then, suddenly, Corbeau realized something. Something that made him just want to crawl in a hole and die but laugh at the same time. When he had yelled at his other side to shut up, he hadn't said it mentally. He'd yelled it out loud. Right in front of the cat. Dammit.
In an annoyed gesture that he used a lot in his human form, he dropped his head and brought up his right paw to run over his face kind of like how a cat would clean itself. Except he didn't lick his paw. "Dammit..." He muttered angrily, getting more and more tired. He sighed again and looked up at the cat. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't talking to you. I was yelling at myself." He said, laughing at himself mentally at how pathetically easy it had gotten to say that he had a voice in his head that actually did give him dangerous ideas. "Y'see, I have multiple personality disorder and I'm stuck with a real asshole that likes to do illegal things in my head. So you'll have to forgive me if I start snapping randomly; I'm just yelling at my other personality."
OOC//: Btw, the red italicised words are Corbeau's nasty personality speaking. ^^ Lol just in case it wasn't totally obvious -shotdead-
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Dec 22, 2009 20:54:09 GMT -5
A brief blank look crossed his face, lost in thought. He really hadn't thought about it before? Damien scrunched up his nose in either amazement at his thoughtless reasons, or in good humor. He wasn't really sure. The fox began, unsure of the direction his was going. Obviously, Damien had at least mad him think, “I...” Damien's grin grew if that was even possible, his fangs gleaming from the moonlight, but of course in humor. “I don't know, actually.” The fox blinked in confusion before suddenly his eyes darkened considerably. He must have found out why, yes?
“I take that back. I do know why I haven't left yet.” A growl rose in his throat, ears flat against his head as his tail lashed in anger. Damien blinked and edged back, partly in fear—after all he was still just a kid. He sat dully on his haunches, like a king, head held high, yet tilted curiously to the side, pertaining his kid-like demeanor. As soon as his anger came, it dissipated, funny how that worked. His ears leveled out, still not completely up top though, so Damien assumed he was still angry. A quiet sigh left his maw, the sound alone making it sound like the world was on his shoulders.
Well now, that wasn't the way to act. Sometimes things were down in life, Damien would know, but that was no reason not to look at the good side. It was like the concept of peace. No one would recognize peace without... uh, nonpeace. You can't have happiness without sadness. Nonetheless, Damien didn't say anything, just to give the fox a light pause, a break from his worries. Surely thinking about such things would not help, but maybe he would realize this? Who knows, certainly not Damien, at least on that matter of opinion.
The silence hung on in the sky, to which Damien pointedly ignored. He was used to silence, and stares, and jokes, and tension, and peace... he did pretty well in a lot of situations. For him, the only way out to some things were to just ignore it all. The ghost-like fox sighed, his posture seeming to simply... fall, like he was giving up. Innocently, Damien tilted his head, letting him to think his problems through. He may have been sympathetic and understanding, but that didn't mean he was about to find someone's battle for him... or her. His golden eyes glowed as he looked down at the smaller figure, ears pointedly twisted forward, waiting for some kind of response.
“Will you just shut up, already?! Goddamn!” Damien slightly jumped. Well. That was unexpected. If anything were to come out of his mouth, the teen did not guess it would be that. The feline blinked, eyes wide in surprise, what did he do now? It was always his fault, huh? Well this time he was sure he didn't do anything. Stupidly he compromised, “Uhh... okay?” He settled back down calmly as the fox smoothed its fur back, something a human would do? Well, thinking back, they were both shifters... Briefly he wondered if they had ever met before, but soon the thought left his mind. He would have recognized the voice, and he didn't really talk or hang out with those older than him generally except for a select few.
“Dammit...” The fox muttered to himself, anger radiating off his body. It was like tension, thick in the air, only it wasn't tension. What would someone call that? Simply anger at themselves the cat supposed. Sighing the fox looked up at him finally, “I'm sorry about that. I wasn't talking to you. I was yelling at myself.” Ah, so that's what. Figures. He hadn't said anything anyway. “Y'see,” accent, accent, accent, “I have multiple personality disorder and I'm stuck with a real asshole that likes to do illegal things in my head. So you'll have to forgive me if I start snapping randomly; I'm just yelling at my other personality.” Damien tilted his head and after a pause all he managed to process was, “You have a funny accent.”
His whiskers uplifted in an amused motion, that is, if a dog could recognize a cat's body language. They were too far apart though. However, Damien quickly cut in hoping to change the subject. He didn't think this fox liked talking about his er... other personality. “Well ahhh... you could still eventually leave right? Like when you're 18?” He added under his breath, “Or something..” Not that he would know, Damien didn't have anywhere to leave to, or rather, go to. The things he learned weren't studied in school, they were taught by friends, or things he picked up. Age stuff was one of those pointless things he could care less about.
((Corbeau sounds crazy in my post. 83))
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Jan 3, 2010 1:23:13 GMT -5
Corbeau watched his feline friend as he sat there, his head tilting to the side curiously, in silence. He was waiting for him to say something in reply to his explaining his split personality but what he got was far from what he expected.
"You have a funny accent." Wait, what? Of all the things Corbeau expected, that was not it. Sure he knew his accent was unusual for the city but still. Did it really stand out that much. If he could blush in his fox form, his pristine white fur would be tinged pink at that moment.
Raising a paw to run over his ear in a motion not unlike a cat cleaning itself embarrassedly, Corbeau pinned his ears a little back and let them droop some before replying. "Geez, is it really that noticeable? I thought I was doing a good job of not letting it influence my speaking too much." He mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed. He honestly thought he'd done a good job of keeping his accent repressed. It wasn't like he was letting it go as he had when he still lived out in the country, but still.
Eyes still on the wild cat, Corbeau watched his whiskers twitch in what might have been an amused gesture. He knew his did the same when he 'grinned' so he figured it was the same for the cat. “Well ahhh... you could still eventually leave right? Like when you're 18?” He said, his head tilting to the side again. “Or something..” He then mumbled, Corbeau catching it easily with his good hearing.
"Yeah. But I'm still 16. Still got two more years to go before I can legally leave." He shrugged as best as he could in his current form. "I don't mind too much and I'm pretty sure I can survive two more years with those dumbasses. It's not like they really pay attention to what I do, anyways." At this he chuckled happily, his blue eyes glowing with good humor.
"By the way, I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Corbeau." Ears relaxing from their previous position and lips twitching with the un-canine attempt to smile, Corbeau stood up and stretched before laying down on his belly, his forepaws crossed in front of him and hind legs tucked underneath and to the side of him. He curled his tail over his back legs calmly and tilted his head back just a bit to look up at the cat who he half-hoped to get a name out of. It was kind of awkward calling him 'the cat' all the time.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jan 10, 2010 14:46:08 GMT -5
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If Damien could look any more amused he would have. His eyes lit up humorously, although hard to tell from the reflection in the night. His whiskers perked up, teeth just barely showing from the uplift in his lips. The fox took on a blank look yet again. It seemed this was happening often already, but it was sure hell funny, so it was all good! He smoothly rubbed his paw over his ear in embarrassment. Damien didn't really get it. Why was it embarrassing? It really was a funny accent! After a pause he mumbled quietly, “Geez, is it really that noticeable? It thought I was doing a good job of not letting it influence my speaking too much.”
Damien tilted his head back and to the side at an angle with his ears pinched forward, almost curiously. He merely blinked without an answer as if an answer wasn't need. It truly wasn't, but went on with the subject anyway. The canine lifted his shoulders in such a manner of a shrug, “Yeah. But I'm still 16. Still got two more years to go before I can legally leave.” So it was 18 that you could leave... With that information, Damien also figured that this shifter was two years older than him. Not that big of a difference he supposed. “I don't mind too much and I'm pretty sure I can survive two more years with those dumb asses. It's not like they really pay attention to what I do, anyways.” The fox chuckled merrily as if this was good.
Didn't he say his foster parents were dumb asses? And they ignored him? Out of all the things, Damien couldn't find this funny. It was reasons like these he didn't have a home, at least, didn't choose to. Typically he stuck to the shadows when other teens were in school, only shifted at night, didn't normally do crimes... things along those lines. He didn't want to get caught. Why would he give up his freedom? Yet this was something that this shifter wanted. He had said he knew why he didn't leave, but still the question rang in his mind. Why? Damien didn't normally pick into others businesses as he didn't want them in his, but it didn't take away his curiosity.
As if on a second thought the shifter went on, “By the way, I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Corbeau.” Corbeau... that was an interesting name. Damien lowered his head slightly at the canine whom had seemed relaxed. Ears slightly perked, whiskers twitching lightly as if in greeting. Damien waited as Corbeau settled down, stretched out on his belly like a cat. The fox was stretched like a cat and the cat was curled like a dog. Funny how that was. Or maybe... nah. He didn't want to get into thoughts he would end up forgetting. Damien voiced his thoughts once both were comfortable, “Corbeau's an interesting name, never heard of it before. The name's Damien.” He paused thinking of something to say. 'Nice to meet you,' didn't really seem right. “I guess I'd say it was nice to meet you, but I don't know if the occasion calls for it.” It was nice to meet him though, he didn't normally talk to many strangers as friendly as he did now.
ooc; I think I might move the footer to the header...
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