Post by Orca on Jul 27, 2009 1:56:54 GMT -5
(first post for LORD AZRAEL please okay)
"La la la~"
Orca swung his legs happily from his perch atop the store's rooftop. Humming loudly, he leaned back onto his palms, and surveyed the busy town below. The boarded-up place beneath his jean-clad derriere had actually been a clothing shop, apparently, but now, it seemed to be abandoned. Then again, he wasn't sure. There was a slightly familiar scent about the place...
But no matter.
The wolfish boy had had such a stressful time of it, lately. Today was the first day in it seemed like forever that he just got a chance to sit back and relax. So here he was, on a roof. It was the most ideal place, really. Up here, no one accidentally mistook him for a female, or called him 'faggot', or somehow immediately knew he was a lycan and called for help. Oh, no. Up here there was only the sky, and the clouds, and the gigantic hawk that was currently in a steep dive headed for his face.
Wait, what?
"Ahhhh!" Orca threw himself to one side, barely evading the fearsome raptor's outstretched talons. "What the FUCK, bird?"
It screeched terribly, its fierce golden eyes glittering. Was that blood on its hooked beak?
"Dude," Orca said in a placating tone, hands outstretched. "Chill, seriously. I di'n't know you had a nest up here, I promise."
The hawk did not look appeased. Instead, it let out another hellish KAW, and began waddling towards him, wings spread.
"Oh god, you are a scary shit bird. Please don't make me eat you." The lycan looked down at the streets below. Was that a figure in the distance? "Oh man, it's times like this I still had some sorta magic, or somethin'. Oh god don't flap I'll fall off."
He looked around anxiously. Sure, he could just tear the thing apart, but then, what about its babies? They would starve, and then never grow up to be more things for him to eat! "Someone, help?"
"La la la~"
Orca swung his legs happily from his perch atop the store's rooftop. Humming loudly, he leaned back onto his palms, and surveyed the busy town below. The boarded-up place beneath his jean-clad derriere had actually been a clothing shop, apparently, but now, it seemed to be abandoned. Then again, he wasn't sure. There was a slightly familiar scent about the place...
But no matter.
The wolfish boy had had such a stressful time of it, lately. Today was the first day in it seemed like forever that he just got a chance to sit back and relax. So here he was, on a roof. It was the most ideal place, really. Up here, no one accidentally mistook him for a female, or called him 'faggot', or somehow immediately knew he was a lycan and called for help. Oh, no. Up here there was only the sky, and the clouds, and the gigantic hawk that was currently in a steep dive headed for his face.
Wait, what?
"Ahhhh!" Orca threw himself to one side, barely evading the fearsome raptor's outstretched talons. "What the FUCK, bird?"
It screeched terribly, its fierce golden eyes glittering. Was that blood on its hooked beak?
"Dude," Orca said in a placating tone, hands outstretched. "Chill, seriously. I di'n't know you had a nest up here, I promise."
The hawk did not look appeased. Instead, it let out another hellish KAW, and began waddling towards him, wings spread.
"Oh god, you are a scary shit bird. Please don't make me eat you." The lycan looked down at the streets below. Was that a figure in the distance? "Oh man, it's times like this I still had some sorta magic, or somethin'. Oh god don't flap I'll fall off."
He looked around anxiously. Sure, he could just tear the thing apart, but then, what about its babies? They would starve, and then never grow up to be more things for him to eat! "Someone, help?"