1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-09-23 09:19:12
The creature seemed almost... offended when the two started showing submission. But confusion also broke through, why are they doing this? Is this a trick? To get me to get closer, so he can hack my head off? Fable let out a growling noise in his throat, narrowing his eyes slightly. No hunter had ever done this before? They always talked for a minute and then lunged, their deaths coming moments afterwards. "What are you doing?" He asked, it could've been curiously if he wasnt so angry. |
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Posted 2022-09-23 10:54:48 (edited)
"What are you doing?" Blue-Eyes said, growling and narrowing his eyes. Quesnel smiled, sincerely this time, and nudged the axe away with his boot. He glanced up at the clouds, before fixing his green eyes on the beast. "I know you probably mean us harm," he begun, motioning to Cerise and himself (who else would be be talking about?) "But I'm not looking to kill you. Or, at least, attempt to." He nodded to the axe laying in the dirt. "To be honest, I only brought it along for protection." He looked up abruptly, eyes wide in surprise. "I'm not saying I think you aren't dangerous or anything! I saw what you did to that doe. But you've had the chance to attack me, and you haven't taken it." |
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Posted 2022-09-23 13:55:31
The man was... correct. He hadn't taken any chance to kill them, but it wasnt because he didnt want to. Like always, it was because he was playing with his food... right? After a few seconds of staring incredulously at the human without saying anything, he turned around and bolted. He needed to get away from that horrible feeling. He never wanted to feel pity and mercy for a human ever again. This was awful. |
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Posted 2022-09-23 19:12:06
"What... Just happened?" Cerise sat back on her haunches and shrugged like a giant furry person. He felt lost. What would be do now? He couldn't go back empty-handed. He rubbed his face with one hand, grasping Cerise's thick fur with the other. As if things couldn't get any worse, it began to rain as the clouds overhead finally split open. "Fantastic." Both bear and man lumbered through the forest, his axe now sheathed safely. By the time they had finally reached decent shelter (a stone outcropping) from the howling winds, they were both sopping wet and shivering. Removing his bags from Cerise's back, he couldn't say he was very surprised to see that all of their supplies, including their flint and steel, was slick with rainwater. Cerise huffed, wrapping an arm around Quesnel and promptly flopping on top of him. To anyone that was normal, it would look like Cerise was crushing Quesnel, but it was actually quite comfortable. They had been sleeping like this since they were both little, bear on top of boy. He shivered again, curling his legs in, and buried his face in Cerise's fur. The only thought he had as he drifted off into a cold slumber was Blue-Eyes, and how incredulous he looked before he ran off. Before he knew it, he slipped into peaceful darkness. |
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Posted 2022-09-23 19:32:11
After not long he slowed, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He felt his bones twisting as he became human once more. It had been excruciatingly painful the first time he turned, but over the years it slowly got less and less painful. He dug his fingers into the mud, curling up into a ball in the shelter of the inside of a hollowed out tree. He shut his eyes tight, praying for sleep to come. And it did. |
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Posted 2022-09-25 18:58:45
"Cerise?" A huff from the underbrush answered him, and he smiled. He pushed himself up, groaning as his joints popped (he wasn't even that old! Was he just destined to have aching joints at a young age?), and walked over to where he could clearly see Cerise, hunched over... something. "What do you got there?" he said suspiciously, peering over her shoulder. She stuck her lip out at him, huffing again. Her lips were stained red. "Ah, you found breakfast! Good job, girl," he praised, sitting across from her, reaching to pluck a particularly plump berry from the pile. She swatted at his hand, and he drew away, utterly offended. "Hey! Let me get some!" Cerise shook her head, glaring at him. He sighed. No use arguing. He stood again, sticking out his tongue at her, in which she belched in response ( "Oh, gods, Cerise! That was putrid!"). He'd have to go find good somewhere else. He began a short trek through the forest, carrying his bow with him. He thought he heard a stream trickling last night, but it very well could have just been the rain. He took a deep breath, opening his mouth slightly. It was a trick his father showed him oh so long ago, in which you taste the air to help smell something. There! It was very faint, but he could smell something clean and fresh, unlike the muddy soil and rotting leaves underfoot. He turned to bring walking that way, careful to not step in poison ivy. He had enough to deal with right now; he certainly didn't need any rashes! |
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Posted 2022-09-25 19:13:58
To be honest? He was way too concerned with thinking about that human he met yesterday, why was their encounter so uncomfortable for him? Was it only because of the feelings he was made to feel, or was it the memories it brought up? He shook his head, furrowing his brows in confusion. He picked up the stick he had sharpened on the way here, and stood. He got ready to spear a large fish that was getting closer, blocking everything around him out. |
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Posted 2022-09-26 08:46:33
The forest was alive, and in turn, so was he. He always felt more at home in the woods. Even as a young boy, he had often retreated into the forests behind his home, fishing in streams, collecting feathers and skulls and rocks, and even feeding some of the wild animals. He smiled as he fondly remembered a rabbit he had befriended, a brown doe with specks of white dappling her back. She mothered three litters while he was with her, and he gladly aided in their upbringing, bringing them sweet grasses once they were old enough and watching them while she went to find food. He named her Daisy. It was a bittersweet memory. She died before he left, but she had lived a long and prosperous life. He buried her out back, marking her grave with a couple of twigs and an upright stone. He planted daisies beside it, and they flourished, no doubt feeding off of her body. Yes, it might seem morbid, but it brought Quesnel comfort to think that although she as a rabbit was gone, she still lived on in the flowers. It's just how his mind worked. Coming to a break in the trees, he stepped out, lifting his chin to the warm sun. He had finally reached the stream! It was lined by smooth, flat stones, ranging from soft white to pitch black in color. The water was clear, and little minnows and fat trouts swam lazily through the slight current. It was a mini paradise. He rose his gaze across the stream and was surprised to see a young man, holding a spear. He smiled, feeling joyful at the sight of another human. "Good morning, stranger!" he called, raising his hand in greeting. He became increasingly aware of how dirty he was. Oh, dear, he thought, glancing down at his muddy clothing. No doubt his hair was greasy as well, and he guaranteed his scent wasn't very... appetizing. What a weird word to describe his scent. He was probably using the wrong word, but his mind was elsewhere. Oh well. |
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Posted 2022-09-26 08:55:50
Thank the gods he had a goal to work towards, or he wouldve been sucked into his grief long before this. He only had a dozen more people to kill, and then he'd be on his way. Leaving the forest that echoed of every good memory he had ever had with her. He didnt know where he'd go, but did that really matter as long as he was far away from here? Probably not. Fable looked up at the sound of words coming from a familiar person, he frowned slightly as he looked up. His blue eyes took in the hunter that he had been thinking about just moments ago. Shit.. what am I supposed to do? He thought, trying to stay calm on the outside but a war raging on the inside. He said nothing, worried that if he spoke the man would recognize him as the creature he had been hunting. |
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Posted 2022-09-26 10:24:15
He probably doesn't speak the same language as I! Ah, if only he had paid attention during his mother's lessons! Perhaps then he would be prepared for such an encounter! Quesnel thought for a moment, before fixing the stranger with a grin. He waved again, remaining quiet this time. No point in trying to speak if the man didn't understand him, right? He pointed to the water, brimming with fish, and made a thumbs-up motion, smiling wider. Lots of fish today, right? He moved closer to the stream, crouching down to sit on a large, flat rock. It was warm to the touch, and he couldn't help but sigh at the heat. He'd always preferred the heat of spring to the brisk cold of winter. He looked up to the man on the other side, patting the rock beside him. An invitation to join him. It was always something that his mother taught him to do; be kind to everyone, and invite them to join you. Invitations bring people together. Smiles do, too. His cheeks were starting to hurt. He hoped he wasn't creepy the guy out. |
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