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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 10, 2017 4:43:27 GMT -5
I'd like to be the aid that the wounded being finds :3 And can you start? I'm close to falling asleep ;_;
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Jan 10, 2017 4:56:33 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 10, 2017 4:56:33 GMT -5
(Same. I'm just trying to stay on until I'm calm enough to sleep. It's almost 5am, so I'm doing something wrong, it seems.)
The last of bits of strength started to slip. He'd spent the last hour struggling his hardest to stay airborne, but he was exhausted and the wound in his wing felt as though it could split the feathered limb in two if he didn't fold it down and let it recover. He did his best to hold himself steady as he started to angle downward, about a dozen yards off the ground, the wing just gave out, falling limp. It was done, he couldn't even manage the energy to lift it. He fell the remaining distance, landing on his side with his good arm lifted to protect his head.
He'd hoped he could make it far enough to safety since it wasn't broken, but the cuts must have been deeper than he'd thought. The razor wire had snared his right wing and shoulder, leaving deep red marks on either limb and staining his clothes and feathers with dark red. At this point, the bleeding had mostly stopped, but the muscle would take days to recover, easily a few weeks, and the pain gave no sign of letting up either.
Before he'd had to land, he'd spotted the roofs of houses and the crisscrossing fences of people's yards. He wasn't sure if he should proceed on foot and try to hide there, or keep to the woods. Both had their advantages and disadvantages.
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Jan 11, 2017 22:21:21 GMT -5
Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 11, 2017 22:21:21 GMT -5
(A question, does it matter what gender I use for meh character? :3)
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Jan 11, 2017 22:21:58 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 11, 2017 22:21:58 GMT -5
(Not at all. )
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 11, 2017 23:42:55 GMT -5
Sitting in the garden was Victor's favorite pastime. Ever since escaping that dreaded lab years ago, he'd gone into hiding. At the cost of something very dear to him. Running a hand through his long hair, he sighed softly. However, the peace was disturbed upon seeing some weirdo in the sky. Head tilting, one could see his left eye was a hazel color. The right side of his face was covered by a layer of his long, blonde locks. Blinking once, he stood up, noticing the falter in the other's flight. Normal people would've called authorities or something, but Victor wasn't exactly normal.
And then the figure finally went down. Shaking his head, he considered not investigating. Better not to attract attention. Still, he hadn't seen someone like him in a long while, and eventually decided to go and take a look. Victor actually saw fit in walking over in a onesie, it currently being evening, and usually sat out back before going to bed. Seeing the other male, he hesitated at about twenty feet. Huffing, his own wings twitching under his clothes, the decision was finally made to walk over to the other guy. His pace was slow though, so Victor could make an easy turn and escape if things got bad.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 11, 2017 23:56:05 GMT -5
Hearing the soft shuffle of footsteps approaching, he lifted his head, starting to back up as the sound grew nearer. In his exhaustion, he overlooked the stranger once, then spotted them quickly after. There wasn't much point in hiding if he'd already been seen, and he hadn't folded his wings away. He froze in place, feeling a nervous lump catch in his throat. It had been a long time since he'd spoken to any human, and his last encounter hadn't exactly been a kind one. Even when he ended up traveling through human dwellings, he rarely interacted with anyone he passed if he could help it.
His eyes remained locked on the human only a few yards from him and slowly nearing. What was he supposed to do? He didn't have the energy for a fight, or even to defend if the other attacked. Really, it felt like it was all he could do to stay on his own two feet. It wasn't over. Was it? Could he talk them down from calling someone who could hurt him?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 18, 2017 22:44:09 GMT -5
"Um..." was all he could manage at first. He really didn't know what to do. What if something was tracking this guy? He didn't want trouble at his doorstep! However, it pained him a little to see the other male in a wounded state. Anyone hurt was not something Victor liked to see. After thinking it all over, he finally continued, softly "Uh... do you... want help?" The only reason he didn't run to the authorities was because this newcomer was like him, more or less. Only one thing made them different, and that would be addressed later. Taking another step closer, he spoke again "I... erm... can take a look at that for you. You'll need to try and hide those though... everyone else here isn't as... accepting as I am." Looking down, half of him hoped the other guy would decline his offer of help. The other half wanted him to accept it though. Maybe a new friend could be made. It had been a while since Victor crossed paths with someone like himself.
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Jan 19, 2017 17:00:57 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 19, 2017 17:00:57 GMT -5
The other's words made him stop, his expression changing very briefly to one of surprise, but quickly he returned to his cautious disposition. He didn't have much of a choice to trust this person if he accepted his help. More importantly, he didn't think he'd be alright on his own, and he was pretty certain that the next person who crossed his path would' be as willing to help. He hated that he had to offer so much faith without seeking proof of safety or anything first. His only comfort was he could flee if things looked like they might get worse. He nodded quietly, looking at his wing. He wasn't sure how well he could hide it. He could barely get it to lift. To keep it tucked in place for the entire walk to wherever safety he was offered didn't seem easy. He'd have to try, though. He picked his wing up as high as he was able to, grabbing it with his good hand and carefully folding it. He wasn't able to completely pin it to his back, but he was able to at least get it hidden into his jacket though it looked a little odd.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 23, 2017 0:01:53 GMT -5
(Sorry it's so short. There isn't much for them to do yet x3)
Leading the way back home, to his house, Victor was quiet near the entire time. It was pretty much night, so there weren't many people around. It was easy to get back, not that they were far away. Once they were at his place, he herded the other male inside, glancing around. After closing the door behind them, he spoke "So... what's got you so hurried that you managed to hurt that wing of yours? I used to take pride in caring for my own." Heading to his kitchen to nose around, he asked "Um... are you hungry? I have plenty."
Why he was offering to help the other guy was foreign to him. Probably because he was like Victor, or how Victor used to be.
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Jan 23, 2017 0:07:08 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 23, 2017 0:07:08 GMT -5
He hesitated again, uncertain where to begin, or if he should really answer. "Um... I got caught in some wire..." He mumbled, not offering anything else. He couldn't help but to stay by the door as the other male began to move about in the house. He didn't spend a lot of time indoors, and though it was nice to be warm and sheltered, he preferred to have an easy exit if he needed one.
His eyes moved about the room quickly, trying to take everything in at once. Undeniably he was hungry after the injury and his frightened flight away from the incident, but he couldn't bring himself to admit out loud. He doubted the stranger would try to poison him or something, but he just didn't want to ask for more, or get too settled.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 23, 2017 0:15:08 GMT -5
"Some detail would be nice, but I won't push," Victor decided "I just hope I don't have a criminal in my house." Removing the onsie he'd been wearing and setting it in a chair, his own wings were revealed. Or what was left of them anyway. Just a bony, plucked, frail mess on his back. They barely even twitched anymore, as he learned to do so. Moving them hurt as horrible as they looked. Yet he casually walked around, eventually returning to his guest with a ham sandwich, asking "You have a name, stranger?" His hazel eyes were curious, holding no hostility. There was no benefit in harming the newcomer.
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Jan 23, 2017 0:29:18 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 23, 2017 0:29:18 GMT -5
"No..." He mumbled quietly at the suggestion. He wasn't really much for picking pockets or thievery (not to say he hadn't tried when he was younger), but he'd learned that that sort of activity usually ended him in trouble faster than anything else. "It was an accident, but um, that's beside the point." He froze up, at a loss for words when the stranger revealed his own remains of wings. He wasn't sure what he could say after. Of course he had questions, but since he wasn't offering many answers himself he didn't ask any. Admittedly, he was a little afraid to know what had happened. He was silent until he asked his name. Was it wise to just give his real name? Well, it wouldn't do much good to lie. It was just a name, it wasn't like it was connected to any information. "Arc." He replied.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 27, 2017 1:03:02 GMT -5
"Besides the point?" Victor said simply "More or less, but the more vague you are, the more suspicious I get. You owe me more than vague for helping you out, hm?" He made Arc take the sandwich he'd made for him, then turned to leave, saying as he did "Other than that, very nice to meet you, Arc." A minute or two passed before he returned with what looked like a forest-dweller's first aid kit. A number of herbs, small liquid amounts and more. Setting it down, his wings twitched before he sighed "Sit with your back to me while you eat that. I'll take a look at that wing of yours." Whether Arc wanted to or not, Victor was already moving and positioning him to his liking. He wanted a closer look at Arc's wing, which looked absolutely adorable compared to the mess on Victor's back.
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Jan 27, 2017 1:18:41 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Jan 27, 2017 1:18:41 GMT -5
"I..." Arc started to argue, but the stranger was already behind him before he could start to move away. He sort of followed the movements Victor instructed him to, but his motions were stiff and nervous. He sort of wanted to retreat or hid his wings again, but he inarguably needed help with this. He gave a small sigh, unable to help feeling anxious about letting someone else near his wings. "I don't mean to be suspicious. I just kinda flew into it..."
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Feb 20, 2017 6:33:58 GMT -5
Post by Smokey Feather on Feb 20, 2017 6:33:58 GMT -5
(Um, I guess I forgot to run by this one as well, so let me say it now before I forget. I've lost muse for this rp, and am going to drop it. Very sorry, and hope your other rps go well!)
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Feb 20, 2017 6:43:46 GMT -5
Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Feb 20, 2017 6:43:46 GMT -5
Its all good. Just needed your ok before I shut this end down. Good luck to you too.
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