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Post by naoxiet on Dec 14, 2008 21:17:13 GMT -5
The darkness seethed with life- so many parasites, so many creatures feeding off of the filth that life left over. In the multi-layered shadows crouched a long, thin form, pale eyes piercing through the dark to watch the smaller creatures scuttling around. Very few thoughts made it into the forefront of the feline's mind- just a few prominent ones, circling 'round and 'round in an endless repetition. Small. Prey. Food. Prey. Small. Food. It was a very simple thing, to live as a cat- you bathed when the smell was bad and ate when you were hungry, and this feline hapened to be starving- no food for a couple of days would do that. And when a fat sewer rat about the size of the cat's head came strolling past, the sudden pounce may have been a little badly timed...
That stretch of sewers was filled, for the next several moments, with the panicked squeaks of the rat and the cat's pained yowling.
So maybe, just maybe, the sewers hadn't been the best idea. Idly scratching the back of his head, one Avery Dunhaem glanced around, displeased at how dull everything appeared to his human eyes. A long, livid scratch decorated his face even in this form, stretching from the tip of his nose to just beneath his right eye, testament to just how vicious sewer rats could be. Probably should have just settled for street rats, he mused, leaning back against one damp wall and watching the town's collective filth sweep past just a few inches from his feet. Still... He glanced down at the dead rodent under his left foot, wrinkling his nose. That wouldn't be any good to eat, not now.
His stomach oh-so-kindly reminded him, with a sharp grumble, that it was excruciatingly empty, and he groaned under his breath, kicking the mutilated rat into the drainage water and sinking down into a crouch. He absently patted his stomach, staring into the dark as if he could actually see something.
"Sorry, no food tonight," he apologized to himself, then shifted so he was sitting, eyes closing. Sleep would chase the hunger away; and in the morning he could find himself a temporary job, or something of the sort, to put some money in his pocket. As shaggy as he may have looked, it seemed a nice town he had meandered into this time...
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Post by naoxiet on Jan 1, 2009 17:46:21 GMT -5
[//OOC;]] Haha, I don't mind at all. ^^ Sorry, I've been dead for the past couple of weeks ^^;
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Post by naoxiet on Jan 2, 2009 14:23:57 GMT -5
[//OOC;;]] Oh, I know. I think you said something to that effect elsewhere and I read it. ^^ I don't really mind, seeing as I don't uh... get on that often myself. Hehe... *shotdead*
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jan 2, 2009 17:28:19 GMT -5
Logan had been walking along the street munching on a power bar when his sharp ears heard the squeal of a cat. His experiences in this city had taught him that any animal was not just what it looked like. Most times, that animal was also a human. Logan snorted slightly to himself. When had this city become so full of shape shifters? Logan knew that soon the humans would began catching on. They weren't as stupid as most shape shifters thought.
Logan shook his head, and decided to check out the sound. He moved towards the entrance of the sewars, and with a glance around, he folded his tall, lean body and slipped it. He creeped around in the dank tunnel, crouched over until he could stand up. He walked around a bit more, but didn't see anything.
"Hmf. I could 'ave sworn I 'eard something..."
He mumbled, checking around one last time. Logan turned to leave, but then heard a noise behind him. If he didn't know any better he'd guess that it was a shirt scraping down a wall. He turned back, and squinted into the darkness. His serious eyes found out a young man rolled up in a ball sleeping. 'Sleeping in the sewers? He must be pretty desperate.'
Logan silently walked over and crouched next to the boy. He gently nudged the young man and softly said,
" 'Ey. Didcha 'appen to see or 'ear a cat down 'ere?"
OhOhSea://
Okays, Well then, I suppose I'll post when ever I can ^^
Oh, and BTW...This is my first time playing Logan...I think I'm going to make him Scottish...((I'll prolly play around with him a bit, so don't freak if I try a few dif. things out with him XD))
Okay, since he's a Scot, he leaves the 'h' off on the front of a word. So 'Have' Becomes 'ave. Also, words like "Don't" Become "Don'" Or "Doesn't" Becomes 'Doesn'" Kinda weird, but...yeah...
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Post by naoxiet on Jan 3, 2009 21:10:44 GMT -5
[//OOC;;]] XDD It's not weird. Have fun with that- I won't freak, I mess around with accents all the time. And sorry in advance for Avery. He's... grumpy. xD
[//IC;;]]
He had just gotten to the good part of sleep- the part where he was actually sleeping, not just lying there with his eyes closed- when he felt something touching him. Twitching, he curled into himself tighter, and vowed to himself that if it was some rat that was going to bite him, he'd kill it and eat it raw, human form, no matter how filthy or mutilated it was. Maybe it would prove he wasn't going to take shit from rodents. The next nudge, though, felt more like a hand... or maybe a foot. Either way, way too large to be one of those rats, no matter how mutantly huge they were. Groaning, he contemplated just ignoring it to see if it would go away... and then it spoke, and Avery almost bit his tongue in half in his surprise. Shit, it was human! Pushing himself up, he narrowed his eyes at the guy, surreptitiously inhaling and nearly choking on the scent of canine.
Shit, the guy either owned dogs or was around them a lot, to have such a strong scent of them. Resisting the urge to change and flee, not really a smart move in any case, he shook his hair back from his face, trying to remember what the man- boy, he amended, the kid couldn't possibly be older than him- had said. He remained silent for a few long moments, then closed his eyes, shifting to sit up, crossing his legs and stretching. Even those few minutes on the ground had hurt, not that it wasn't anything he wasn't used to..
"Don't tell me that's the only reason you woke me up," he grumbled, rubbing at the scratch across his face and wincing. "That's an asinine reason to wake up a sleeping person..." Shrugging, he leaned back on his hands, eyes open wide in an attempt to see better in the dark. "I didn't see anything but a couple of rats. Damned things are vicious."
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jan 3, 2009 22:19:21 GMT -5
OhOhSea:// Yayness! I ain't weird! lawl...And your Avery couldn't be worse 'n the Avery I know! lol X D FWEE! I just decided that Logan would be a creepy stalker like dude! (Perfect for both guilds! But more for the Assassins!!) BeeEyeSea:// Logan peered down at the form, and nudged it again. Hearing a groan, he stepped back. As the boy rose into the sitting position the dim light of the sewers hit his face more squarely. Logan gazed at the livid, red mark on the young man's face. Logan, feeling like Goliath next to the sitting Avery, casually plopped down on the hard cement next to the boy.
Logan's hazel eyes studied Avery's grimace as he inhaled.
"What's the matter? Y' don' like sewer air? I suggest you sleep out in the open then."
Logan's Scottish brogue drawled out, rather carelessly. Logan leaned forward slightly at the boy's words. Eyes flickered as Logan felt a tiny flare of anger.
"I believe every animal is important. No matter 'ow small or 'ow insignificant. 'Owed you get that lovely scratch, eh? 'Ave a run-in with the sewer rats y'self?"
Logan glanced down at the rat laying dead at Avery's feet. His eyes narrowed as he studied the carcass. It was obviously not a human kill. He studied the teethmarks and the claw marks in it. It was killed in the manner of cats, but the jaws seemed way too large for a normal house cat. It was also too small for one of the large cats, such as a lion or a tiger. 'Hmmm...' he mused silently. 'Mahbeh a bobcat? he thought. Tearing his eyes away from the dead rodent he looked back at Avery.
"Did ya kill this?"
Logan asked, just to confirm it. Logan was almost positive this boy was a shifter.
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Post by naoxiet on Jan 3, 2009 23:08:22 GMT -5
[//OOC;;]] HAHA. CREEPY STALKER DUDE. xD I love it.
[//IC;;]]
He really, really wanted to go to sleep. In fact, he almost did, but the fucking voice- the other guy, he knew- wouldn't shut up and let him slip peacefully into oblivion, so he forced his eyes open again and forced himself to deal with this guy so he would leave and stop infecting the already horrible sewer air with the scent of fucking dog. Propping one cheek on his hand, he gazed at Logan disinterestedly, shrugging one shoulder.
"Whatever. Warmer down here than up there. And every animal is important. Doesn't change the fact that it's asinine to wake me just to ask me if I saw a cat, or the fact that sewer rats around here are annoying as hell."
He paused, then followed Logan's gaze, pausing for a few minutes before sighing. "No. I didn't even see that there, or I wouldn't have laid next to it. Can't risk catching the diseases these things carry." He nudged the carcass with his foot, pushing it closer to Logan than himself before retracting his foot.
Really now, did the guy think Avery was an idiot? Like he was going to admit that he killed it and then get run out of town for being unnatural and inhuman. But that brought up an interesting thought- if he could shift, and oh, he could, then there could be others. But that was too dangerous a thought to entertain, and he shifted, slowly standing and contemplating walking away to find some other dark corner to sleep in.
"Was that all? I was kind of trying to sleep, so if you don't mind..."
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jan 4, 2009 0:39:30 GMT -5
OhOhSea:// Well...Creepy b/c he's very insightful ^^ Not creepy...because he stalks people...He just sees stuff and knows stuff ^^ Which makes him SEEM like a stalker ^^ BeeEyeSea:// Logan leaned back on his hands, watching as Avery decided to join the land of the awake. Logan felt keenly interested in this boy. He watched his movements and decided he wasn't dangerous...for now. He watched the boy nudge the rat away with a disgusted sort of grimace. Logan turned his attention back to the boy. 'Can' risk catching the diseases these things carry? Hah. I doubt it. I wouldn't be surprised if the bugger had caught it himself.' Logan thought. The tall boy took a step back, away from the carcass, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Rats were not his favorite meal.
"Was that all? I was kind of trying to sleep, so if you don't mind..." Logan leaned over the boy, and caught a whiff of cat. A slight grin poised on his lips, which he quickly wiped off. So that's why he was slightly upset about Logan's particular odor. Logan tilted his head, studying Avery again.
" 'Umer me."
He said quietly.
"Y' don' seem that horrible, other then your sewer stench. But that can be fixed. Come with me an' I'll help y' get a decent restin' place. Much better 'n this place, that's fer sure."
Logan stood, and began to walk away. He decided to take a bit of a chance.
"I'll get ye some decent food. Better'n any rats. And if ye prefer it, I'll keep my doggy smell away from ye."
He continued walking, not really caring if Avery followed anymore. If the boy followed, he would get a better resting place then the sewers and enough to fill his stomach. If he stayed, well, Logan was no worse off either. It was Avery who would suffer. He'd go without food and a decent place to lay down his head. Logan paused for a moment, to pull another power bar out of his pocket. He slowly unwrapped it. Logan slid a glance over his shoulder at Avery as he took a bite.
" 'Coming?"
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Post by naoxiet on Jan 4, 2009 10:39:26 GMT -5
[//OOC;;]] XD Avery concurs. He's thinking that Logan's pretty creepy about now. He knows too much. [//IC;;]] Well... that certainly hadn't been what Avery had expected. He froze for a few minutes- the guy's back was turned, and it seemed like he already knew, so it couldn't hurt to change and run now, except... except the promise of food that wasn't raw and didn't fight back tugged at him, and his stomach reminded him how long it had been since it had been even partly full by choosing that moment to attempt to eat itself. Grimacing, he felt his shoulders slump in resignation. Well, it couldn't do too much harm, not much more than his normal lifestyle did anyways. Still, he wasn't just about to admit what he was. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Doggy smell? Sure, whatever..." Looking away uncomfortably, he sighed. "Yeah, I'm coming. Even a stupid homeless kid knows not to reject offers of food and shelter." He eyed the power bar, barely resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose. God, did he even know the kind of shit they put in that? None of his business, though, so he just moved one hand in a vague gesture. "Gonna lead the way? I don't exactly know where you live..." Though he could have tracked the sharp scent of canine until he found it if he had to.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Jan 4, 2009 12:03:55 GMT -5
OhOhSea:// YAY! Peeps think Logan is COOL! Even if it is a bit of a creepy cool...lawl ^^ BeeEyeSea:// Logan continued walking, But paused as Avery conceded defeat. The boy pocketed the wrapper, and nimbly pulled his thick frame through the manhole. He turned, and waited for Avery. As the boy pulled himself through, Logan turned and began walking down the street. After walking a couple of blocks, he turned towards an apartment complex and slipped in the building. After pulling out a key and sticking it in the doorknob, Logan realized something.
"I'm Logan. Would ye mind telling me your name?"
Logan waited for a response, and then turned the key in the doorknob. He stepped into a small, drab room. There was a coat closet immediately to the right. Further on there was a small kitchenette. A small fridge and an old microwave-oven graced the kitchenette. One plug in burner rested on the counter top. Gray walls surrounded the living room that only had couch, a smallish TV, an end table and a lamp. A large window, across from the front door, allowed in as much light as possible. A small room joined the living room, and a small bathroom branched off of that. Logan tossed his coat over one of the two stools that were pulled to the kitchenette counter. He walked into the bedroom and pulled out a set of clothes.
"These might fit you. I mite taller'n ye though. Shower is in ther. Go ahead and get cleaned up before ye eat. I'm sure the neighbor's will appreciate it."
Logan turned to the sink, and washed his hands up to his elbows. He turned towards the kitchen and pulled out some pre cooked veggies from the fridge. Left overs was the only thing that Logan had right now, so he hoped Avery wouldn't mind. He put the veggies in the microwave, and turned it on. He rummaged through the fridge and managed to come up with a couple potatoes. He quickly chopped up the potatoes into lumps and dumped them in a boiling pot of water. He rummaged around in a drawer, and found an old gravy pack. The date was still good, so he quickly fixed that up as well. He pulled down two chipped plates and silverware and set it up in front of each stool. Once the potatoes were done, drained the water out, and mashed them up.
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