Sing, Little Birdie

Wander · 05-02-2012, 08:07 PM

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She had awoken from the coil, but time didn't wait for her. It ticked away and watched her dwindle, turn to dust, and fade. Mentally, she was completely lost, as if left in a fog, while she attempted to attend to her chores with an even more half-hearted attitude. Her discovery had her paranoid, worried and afraid, and it was about time she had confronted the core of her mistake.

She had disguised her scent once more, making the trek to the borders of Anathema, bundled in her cloak as a fire hued songbird followed along behind. Gamble seemed to stick close when she traveled, but kept his distance when within Salsola borders, which made the mottle-pelted dame feel all the more alone and distraught. Cane skimmed and kissed the ground lightly as it alerted the blind woman to obstacles, allowing her to weave the landscape with ease. Wander slowed once the pack scent wafted to her now functioning nose, the septum piercing hardly a distraction anymore, and she hesitated.

It was certainly awkward to attempt and make this confrontation. And even more awkward now that she was at the borders. The dame dared not to venture deeper to find the storm-pelted brute, and she paced for a moment, before stepping a few paces back to lean against a tree. The hooded pitohui fluttered and warbled before perching himself upon her slender shoulder as she began her wait. Surely, someone would come by soon enough. Surely, she would be able to request to speak to the strange, ash fellow if it wasn't him who approached.

After all, the need to speak was something gnawing the back of her mind. An arm wrapped about her belly as she sat, cane at her feet.

Alaki · 05-02-2012, 09:23 PM

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Listen up, listen up,There's a devil in the church.
Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .

Word Count → 423 :: Alex is confused as heck and just standing there beside him watching...

Things were better between him and Alex, their arguments and ignoring each other seemed behind them for the most part, although the Angelo was still baffled by what exactly had set the pale male off aside from the fact it was apparently some way he constantly treated the other. Accessing his past behaviour, he could see some room for improvement but from his view point he had been making an effort to tolerate and treat the other well, although that clearly wasn't up to the standard that Alex desired. Thinking things over he knew he liked Alex to some degree, an attachment he didn't wish to release, the male a possession that was his and solely his, the thought of him belonging to another infuriated the grey male and yet he didn't want this, didn't want anyone. To love was to lose, to die, to hurt. Nothing good ever came from relationships, from trust and giving a piece of himself to another, that was a game only fools played. Wisdom he had learned too late to protect himself from the pains of love.

Sighing, his eyes flicked to the pale male who happily padded along beside him, his hand intertwined with the others, much against the Angelo's will but he'd allow it, in an attempt to act the male that Alexander so desired him to be. Often it seemed now that the other escorted him as he walked the borders, whether to annoy him or in the name of company, the purpose behind the ghostly ones actions were unclear. Time seemed to come to a still, a peaceful bubble surrounding the pair as they allowed themselves to enter into a world of their own, the silence was companionable, no words needed between them at that moment.

Until her scent reached him. Distantly familiar, a memory he wished to forget, the result of fighting and a few too many drinks, a disaster he wished to file away and never mention again. It horrified him that of all the canines that could of found him in that state, it was her, the blind kill-joy. Muscles tensing he forced himself to continue on his path, not wishing to alert Alex that something was wrong.

Too soon she came into view, jaw tensing with an array of negative emotions, blue eyes set hard, glaring at the unwanted guest. “You are upon Anathema borders, what can I do to help you” the words were clipped, distant as if she were nothing more then a common stranger to him.

You can scream and you can shout
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

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Wander · 05-02-2012, 09:48 PM

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She remained in silence, relaxing as much as she could as she waited. Gamble remained on her cloaked-covered shoulder patiently, crimson, beady gaze upon her features. The dame remained solemn as she sat, hands folded in her lap.

It wasn't until Gamble gave a slight warbling tune, alerting the blind woman of the two fellows approaching, one of course, being the stormy-pelted Alaki. Wander could feel a fearful lump catch in her throat, as well as a feeling of dread, which only worsened with the blurred outline of the stranger. The dame found herself questioning every thought in her head. Why on earth had she come to this place anyhow? 'Oh hey, Alaki, I'm pregnant with your baby, so I'm just gonna go now!' Now what kind of thought process was that? A foolish one. That's what kind of train of thought she was following.

She stuttered slightly when addressed, alarmed further by his tone of voice, and her head hung low, hark pinning back in an awkward manner. The woman struggled to find a coherent sentence, and remained silent for a long moment more.

Well... I... I came to talk about... Something, but, I-I can see that you're busy. It was foolish of me to come here, anyhow, she prattled on, getting back to her feet, reaching for her cane. Perhaps I'll just come by another time. Clearly now is inconvenient, and... Um.

Alaki · 05-02-2012, 11:58 PM

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Listen up, listen up,There's a devil in the church.
Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .

Word Count → 395 :: 5 am, do not blame me if this makes no sense xD

The growl itched at his throat, longing to be voiced, his disgust at himself and the woman for allowing their tyst to have happened flowed through him strong, it was shameful how weak and pathetic he got because of those around them, even more humiliating that he had resorted to alcohol Alex had managed to sneak into his chambers at some point, not that the substance had remained hidden long, but the pale one didn't drink much and he'd allowed it to remain. Now little was left of the others stock of wine and the like, the names of each drink beyond the Angelo, having never really cared for or drunk in his life until that night. It was an experience of sorts, for at least now he knew never to repeat such foolishness again. Luck betrayed him once more, leaving him to misfortune; it was just so typical that she's arrive upon the borders on one of the days that he and Alex were walking them. Sending Alex away would be suspicious and outright refusing to speak to the woman would look just as bad... he was stuck, with no escape and no get out of jail free card.

Yet, the most surprising thing was that the woman, Wander if he recalled her name correctly, had actually sought him out. From past impression he had left on her it would not likely be because of love or some ridiculous romantic pursuit of him, stalking maybe, she did have that stalker feel to her and it seemed like a plausible reason to the Angelo. Pondering the grey-brown woman’s purpose upon his boards, his mind began to drift into debate, only to be drawn back to reality by the lone females words. Blinking he recited them, confused and now even more curious to know why she had come in the first place. “You approach my borders, state your business woman” he asked, his voice clear and leaving no room for argument, it was an order, a demand of knowledge which only she possessed. A squeeze of his hand reminded him of Alex's presence, his stomach beginning to churn and knot upon itself all over again. “Ignore him, all bark no bite. Anything we can do to help you with, miss?” Alex cut in, shooting the Angelo a look and mouthing 'be nice, misery guts' to him.

You can scream and you can shout
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

Table by the Mentors!

Wander · 05-03-2012, 06:26 PM

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Now that was an interesting thought. What kind of business did she have? Why on earth did she come to these borders in the first place? Everything was puzzling her, and she could practically feel an anger and bewilderment emanating from the stormy-pelted brute. Well, this was certainly awkward. She hadn't expected pity or anything, she didn't want assistance, hell, if anything, she just wanted Alaki to be in the loop, to perhaps warn him. She hadn't known, but she had thought it would at least be a nice to know that she was with child.

She shuffled awkwardly on her feet, unsure of how to respond to the ghosty-hued blur. Silver-tipped hark fell back, and Gamble chirped and fluttered his wings a bit with her movement, crimson gaze on the duo before them.

It was a stupid idea to come here. I just... I made a mistake, really. Just thought I should come and mention it, though... Now I'm starting to think twice about it. It's a silly thing, really, the dame spoke, tone soft as muzzle pointed to the ground blindly. This was certainly awkward, and she had left her hand wrapped around her middle as though she had sustained a wound, though the situation wasn't quite that. She frowned slightly, taking a few shuffling step backwards.

Well... Um... Thank you for your time, but... I suppose I should leave you two back to... Patrolling, I think?

Alaki · 05-16-2012, 05:21 PM

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Listen up, listen up,There's a devil in the church.
Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .

Word Count → 315-ish xD :: Bahh, we can round this up with her leaving and him not finding out things?

Flicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth he bit back the words that lingered within his mind begging to be spoken, muscles across his maw tensing with agitation and a small frown settled upon his forehead; twice he had asked her for what she was upon his borders, his home and his lands and twice she had ignored him. Outside in the neutral lands he would not have cared for such a thing or may have responded in some immature way, but she questioned her rank and position by blatantly ignore his questionably reasonable request.

This female wasn't a friend of his, wasn't someone of great importance that he would allow them to insult him by his own home; sleeping with her was nothing more then a simple release of pent up stress and definitely a few too many drinks. Sure, he felt bad for using her and throwing her away like a rag, but that was all women were really good for, weak and feeble as they were they latched on and attached themselves to anything male that slept with them; something he had no desire to have in his life.

Releasing his grip upon the Angelo's hand, Alex grasped the storm coloured male's wrist ready to stop him before the samurai's temper got the better of him. Although more stable in mind and emotions now that things had smoothed over within his life, temptation to hurt, abuse and demean the woman lingered within his mind, the childish insanity that plagued him some days and not at all others. “If you have nothing to say then leave, rather the wasting our time” each word was spoken clearly, his voice cold and uncaring. No illusions would he give this woman, he did not want her in his life and it would be easier for them both if they simply just let the past remain in the past.

You can scream and you can shout
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

Table by the Mentors!

Wander · 05-27-2012, 08:49 PM

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The woman took his words as hostility. For what felt like a century, she remained silent, jaws clenched tight. It was foolish of her to expect anything by roaming onto these lands, foolish to have taken pity for a man that acted as though he lacked a heart, foolish for letting herself fall for a buried desire to feel needed. Slowly, the dame swallowed back her regrets, chest giving a few slight heaves as she drew breath. Something felt stomped on, lowered self esteem sinking further. Carefully, the maiden drew a final, deliberately slow breath, trying to keep her emotions level, though there were cracks and chips in the display. Slender chin raised faintly as she exhaled, jaws still firmly clamped shut, hark held forth in an attempt to portray some form of dignity, of which was lacking, if not nonexistent.

I suppose I'll take my leave, then, she said in a quiet tone, voice strangled by the lump in her throat. Stiffly, she turned tail on the duo, carefully stepping as to avoid tripping over herself. It was apparent he didn't want to know, didn't want anything to do with her. The fact that she was with child remained withheld, assuming that the stormy brute didn't care enough to know either way.

The dame played the part of the fool, and thus earned the shame that followed. As she traipsed in silence, she could feel her facade crumbling.

The blame falls to no one other than myself, anyhow.

And with that, she had begun to weep, both out of self pity, and for sorrow for the children she carried, not having secured any form of future for them.

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