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I am beak
I am feather
I am claw
I am shriek
I am severed
I am maw
I am cursed
I am fright
I am first
To the night
~Akashasa
Alone. That word would seem to describe me well. People looking over me could see nothing but an overgrown blackbird sitting all by herself. I had companions. I have companions. One deceased, and two will remain in this limbo called life forever. Silence and Time are my companions. Together all three of us sit. I like to think they enjoy my company, it makes sitting in falling snow worth while. My still feet are often so cold I can barely feel them. If I don't move my toes it doesn't hurt. I haven't moved in a great while, not even to preen a feather, or perhaps two. My story isn't much, just a somber tale of two mere existences and how they intertwined with another's. If you can make yourself comfortable in the snow you should. It's a fairly long story.
He stole it. It was mine, and never was it supposed to leave me. People give it to the ones they hold dear, but not literally. He took it literally. He carved it from me. He excised it from me. He dug through feather, flesh and bone. He Stole it. He stole my heart.
I remember little from childhood. I remember him, the thief. He was attractive. He had spent time grooming his feathers that day. That day I was him on the corner of the street of grey cobblestone. I was going to the bakery to get bred like a good little birdie. The thief is a corrupted gentleman. I still hold him dear even though that day the stole it, figuratively. I forgot my money that day, and rather go back to the bank, then run back to the bakery, he paid for me. Then on my way home I'd stop by the bank and pay my debt. I reached the bank, but he had left already. The thief was a busy gentleman. The structure sat so sturdy on the bent horizon. It was an odd sight. That's why I watched it until dusk. Then I scuttled in and took the dues I owed the thief. With the sunrise I might see him and give him the money. So I stuck the one, two, three coins in my beak. I wasn't a good birdie that day. When I was settled in the nest under my mother's wings she scolded me. I shouldn't be out all day getting bread. She's suspicious with me, but no matter. I had an excuse. I flew the long way, and walked for a bit with him. That word, him, it ruffled her feathers. I told her since she wanted to know who. He is the one who eats what he steals. He is the one whose wings shine green in the moonlight as he flies with it away far from you. You'll never see it again if the thief gets it, for he'll hide it away in the most secret place and keep for himself. I didn't tell her that though, I didn't know that he was so vile at the time, instead I told her. I met my true love today. He was so kind. Now, now I see he's not. You will see it too in time.
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you soooooo much Nochi I love it! Omg -spazzes out- (click and drag to see full view)
Thank
youso much for this pic of Akashasa, I'm sure she loves it X3 !!!! (I know I do squeeee)
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Role play archive.
My posts are normal and my partner's are in italics.
The last of the gleaming stars faded into the pale blue of dawn. Aka flew back to her perch deep in the haunted wood, exhausted from a night or flying. Her scanning crimson eyes scoured the land, making sure no one was near. It was time to sleep for her, so she wasn't being very careful, and didn't really look too closely. Finally she shuffled her feet, ruffled her violet and black feather, and nestled down for a nice snooze.
Lazing idly beneath the roots of a felled tree, a
strange form could just be made out among the shadows. Hideously malformed head
rests on two enormous paws, ears like the tails of two rats lying along its spine-flecked
back. Only its eyes, currently drooped in boredom, seemed normal; one was an
icy blue, the other hued a warm golden brown. Both emanated a child-like essence,
a longing to be loved so powerful it nearly overwhelmed.
Hearing the disturbance above, the gelert looks up. Eyes
alight with glee at the sight of another living soul, rat-like tail giving a
half-hearted jerk as the being lurches to its feet. It had been an age since
the gelert had talked to anyone, and was eager for fresh news. Trotting to the
base of the other's tree, he looks up, gives a faint whine, and prepares
himself for a leap into the lower branches…
Aka perked at the slight sound of something nearby, she turned her body and peered over one feathered shouldered. Peering down, she saw a strange silhouette, but she was too dazed to concentrate and figure out what it was. Aka now shuffled her feet to the left, rotating her body so she could look down and see her company more clearly. Tempted to slip down a branch or two, she remained. It would be risky to lower herself any further; this wood is known for its variety of devious creatures.
After a few moments she gave in and hopped down a couple ranches. She was used to her solitude, but on occasion she enjoyed a chat. Just as long as her visitor didn't over stay his, or her, welcome Aka was pleased.
Seeing the newcomer descend brings shots of joy through the
gelert. Titillated, he starts jumping and whining enthusiastically, body
wriggling with the pent-up excitement of his young mind. "Hello!" he tries to bay
in a hoarse whisper, "Hello, Hello!" A long scar along his voice box testifies
on why he couldn't speak, though the gelert apparently didn't notice this, and
spoke as though nobody marred him.
Hello!" he
rasps as the newcomer draws near. "You are kind, taking the time to speak with
me! Who are you? Are we friends? Can we be friends? I am Kelrayn, it is a
pleasure to meet you!" His babble, onerous
though it was, seemed genuine. At last the large creature pauses for breath,
and grins stupidly at the other, hoping for a response.
Aka recoiled. She was surprised at the gelert. She expected such a sad looking creature to be less vivacious. She was proven wrong.
"Hello," she answered, still not sure why she was doing this," I'm Akashasa, bust most call me Aka. Friends I am unsure of, but we are acquaintances."
Sensing he meant no harm she dropped from her perch, fluttering to the ground. Her feathers which were ruffled, settled as she rested her feet and stared up at the gelert. He was larger than expected. Something about him gave her an ominous feeling of joy. She was not accustomed to felicity. Intrigued by his gentle nature she felt rather compelled to ask, "are you from these parts, Kelrayn?"
To be continued... (dun dun duuuuuuuuun)
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