1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-09-26 11:18:05
He slowly sat down next to him, spear in hand while he continued to look at the fish. He should have shifted and run away, but then the human would know that he was a shapeshifter. And Fable couldn't have that, it would be horrible for his... 'business' if everyone knew he wasnt just a monster. He watched as the smaller fish nibbled at his feet, surprised they werent scared of him like usual. Although, it might've been because this human was next to him. He was grateful for that though, because if they were all scared of him no matter if he moved or not, it would probably make the hunter suspicious. And he couldn't have that. |
 𓆏 Angel 𓆏 #9655 |
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Posted 2022-09-27 12:48:01
He had completely forgotten why he had come here. A sudden idea struck him, and he startled, letting out a gasp of excitement. He turned away from the stranger, reaching into the pack beside him, pulling out a leather-bound journal, a long case, and a closed jar of ink. Placing the ink beside him, he opened the case, revealing a quill with a golden handle, leaves, and vines intricately carved into the metal. He paused for a moment as he stared at it, reminded fondly of his friend's partner, a monarch of a distant land. It had been a peace gift from the monarch, inscribed with the royal plant, the vines of the grape-bearing ivy. He placed it down beside him, before untieing the twine binding the journal together and flipping through the pages. Small birds from different angles, the portrait of his mother smiling at him, a hummingbird perched on a flower stem, an attempt at a horse he had once had to traverse across a kingdom once, even the little Daisy he was so fond of. All of the sketches were scratchy and at times, hard to make out amongst the scribbles, but Quesnel found them to be rather pleasing to look at. He flipped to the next page and was met with a rather disgruntled young man scowling back at him. Quesnel teared up. He remembered the day he had drawn this. His old friend had fallen into a pile of leaves, and Quesnel was so inspired by the autumnal leaves tangled in his curly golden hair, he couldn't help but draw it. Aurelian had sworn up and down that if he showed it to anyone, he would personally make sure revenge was enacted. With a sad chuckle, Quesnel quickly wiped his eyes, remembering that someone else was there. He took a deep breath and flipped to a blank page, taking his quill and watching the fish again. The sound of scratching on paper soon was all he could hear as he focused solely on drawing the fish. |
 〚 𝔟 𝔩 𝔢 𝔲 〛 #75908 |
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Posted 2022-09-27 13:16:19
He stood up, he needed to get away. Would he be able to before he changed? He hoped so. He stumbled slightly, hand over his heart as he tried to keep it together. Come on.. just a little further.. He thought, but even he could admit that he wouldnt make it. He felt it in his bones. He fell to the ground, muscles and tendons tearing and bones growing. Sleek black fur started to grow over his body. In no time, an all too familiar cat-like creature was standing in the human's place. He looked over his shoulder at Quesnel, familiar blue eyes flashing. |
𓆏 Angel 𓆏 #9655 |
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Posted 2022-09-27 13:43:26
What was going ON?! His mouth opened and closed like a minnow out of water. What did he say? Could he say anything? Strangely, despite what was currently happening, Quesnel felt embarrassed. He couldn't believe he assumed that Blue-Eyes didn't speak his language. He just started waving his hands around like a crazy person. Blinked, shaking his head, to no avail. "I-" he started, before cutting himself off. He had no words, he was in shock. |
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Posted 2022-09-27 13:55:19
"Well? Are you going to say something or just stand there gaping at me?" He asked, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his feet. He wasnt being malicious, though it may have sounded like it. But he was trying to decide whether or not to kill him. No one else can know he's a shifter, so can Quesnel keep a secret? |
𓆏 Angel 𓆏 #9655 |
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Posted 2022-09-27 14:11:44
"How... why?" That's all Quesnel could say. He couldn't stop the flow of thoughts flooding his brain. How was that possible? He had seen many monsters in his time, but never a shapeshifter. Of course, he'd heard of them plenty of times, but to be frank, he never really believed in them. It was so biologically impossible. But the biggest question that was eating away at him was why? Why had Blue-Eyes stayed? Why hadn't he just turned around and left when Quesnel offered him a seat? Why was he still here? And sitting, no less? "I don't understand," he said, even though that much was obvious. He just didn't get it. Why couldn't he understand what was going on? |
〚 𝔟 𝔩 𝔢 𝔲 〛 #75908 |
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Posted 2022-09-27 14:32:14
"What dont you understand? There are many confusing things about me." He said, a smirk audible in his voice. He honestly could care less about what the man could do, but he was curious why he hadn't tried to kill him yet. And one other thing, "and why are you trying to get in my way?" |
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Posted 2022-09-28 05:59:41
"A curse, perhaps?" he said finally, glancing over his shoulder. He should probably be following the beast's movements, but his feelings were conflicted. He knew he should be afraid, terrified even, but for some reason, he wasn't. Strangely, he felt... comfortable? Around him? It was so confusing. Why couldn't he do even one mission right? "I guess I don't understand why you stayed," he said, frowning slightly. "You could've easily left. Or killed me." He wasn't even armed! Why didn't Blue-Eyes just kill him now? Get it over with? He paused at his last question. He knew the answer, but he couldn't decide whether to tell the truth or not. A flash of an older woman, loving green eyes crinkled in a smile. He took a deep breath. "The king promised me something I'm in need of." Vague enough his true purpose was hidden, but enough to inform Blue-Eyes. He anxiously awaited his response. Would he want more? He wrung his rough hands nervously, long hair falling into his face. |
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Posted 2022-09-28 08:33:04
"Yes, well, me scurrying off like you had a sickness would have made you suspicious." He said, "and you could have easily grabbed my spear by now and stabbed me through the heart but you haven't." He answered, unsheathing one of his claws and inspecting it. (Like Scar >:) ). "Oh? And what would that be? A wife? A cure for an ailment?" He pondered aloud, obviously teasing him. "I honestly couldn't care less what you want from the king. Stay out of my way or instead of the townspeople dying their deserved deaths, it will be you." He snarled, leaping back to the other side of the river. Pain and rage shone in his blue eyes, his muscles taught with an internal battle raging on. |
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Posted 2022-09-28 08:47:02
Now, this he understood. That mocking tone was not unlike the voice Aurelien would use, but that was only on people he deemed too dumb to comprehend what he was saying. But surely Quesnel wasn't dumb, right? Argh, he groaned inwardly, scrunching his eyes shut. Before he could even think about answering what he was after, Blue-Eyes leaped across the river, snarling. "Stay out of my way or instead of the townspeople dying their deserved deaths, it will be you." Wait, what? Quesnel turned abruptly, eyes wide. "Deserved... deaths?" Suddenly, nothing made sense anymore. Wasn't Blue-Eyes the bad guy here? "What do you mean, their deaths are deserved?" |
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