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Vivithedutch[OP]
06.06.2021 04:02
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06.06.2021 04:03
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Bestiesforever
06.06.2021 20:24
LinkI'M ALIVE-
Vivian stood at the towns center. His head low and cloak over his head. This place was new, years of isolation and to be dragged out by a simple rumor. But he had to know the truth, what happened to the others. Was the world all right, did it ever recover, of course those were rhetorical questions. His pink eyes follow the flow of the little town.
spearmint had her little cloak. she seemed rather pleasant, and was pulling off the draconic look very well. scales she put on her muzzle. but she still have horns, and those nicked ears. either way she was getting some fresh ingredients from the local market. trying to avoid people, but none the less, was talking as if she has been there for quiet some time. she was very cautious though. not bumping into anyone, defusing any arguments. and walking away from any fights that might break out. at the moment, she was actually looking at something for her back, which still ached from that very incident that made her be hunted.
Vivian wasn't as prepared as he was, a mistakes of his recklessness of a young Dutch, if you can call it that. His attention was high and about, his nicked ears flicking to any site. What he didn't count for was the lack of feathered dragons. He was a sour thumb compared to the others there. He hunches over from any looks he may get but fails slowly.
As eyes did catch on soon enough.
spearmint seemed to be catching on to the eyes too. trying to see what they were looking at, putting the paid for medicine in her basket, before closing it. she waa curious. usually, she's the one getting eyes. but it was odd for the town's people not to be watching hee every move. and what could have caught such a attention of these people?
He can feel the burning looks to his back. He makes a silent get away, his fur pricks up. He sticks to the side lines, he couldn't choose a better place to be.
The watchers hands clench to the barrel of the gun.
A stray feathers drops.
she managed to squeeze past some people, looking around, seeing the gun. she was getting nervous, she didn't want to be shot. her thought went blank seeing the feather, before she picked it up, staring at it. a feather? there aren't many feathered dragons. but this feather didn't match any birds or dragons. she thought just maybe.. she'll get answers. she looked around to see where he could be.
Just a tail can be seen around the corner. He can feel it. The danger, the pain that cannot be caught into words.
Most of the people spread out when they saw the gun. They knew was to come but others were unnerved.
Vivian searches for a take off sight, he needed to run and fast. Then he saw it, the figures behind him.
spearmint nearly crushed the feather in her hands. her brows furrowed, she put the feather in her basket before chasing off after them. staying some distance away, of course. she didn't want to be detected. that could cause her, her life.
Vivian wasn't going to fall without a fight, so he ran. He ran till his heart can be heard in his ears. The thick woodlands were near and he needs the cover now. His lungs burn as they prepare.
Bullets flew, piercing the trees and grazing his cloak.
spearmint was panicking. her only shot to seeing what happened to her species? she climbed a tree, now hopping along branches in attempt to catch up. you could practically hear her footsteps, if their weren't any gunshots. the shots covered up her noise.
Then it happened.
The familiar burning feeling in his lungs release, a smoke cloud large enough to cover a portion of the wool lands. The air fills with tingling electricity, the people are left blind in the most of light.
You couldn't see it but the bullets really did hit. Piercing his arm and lower abdomen. He hisses in pain, his tail flicking wildly.
she looked around, she had lost them. grumbling to herself. she had one arm hanging onto a vine, the other still on the basket. the scales she had, had fallen off due to her running. her feet burned a little because of this. but her tail seem to keep her from falling, thus it was wrapped around the branch. to ensure stability.
Vivian dragged himself through the forest. His arm pushes pressure on his wound, the bleeding slowed but bruises appear from the crashes. Light plasma poured from his mouth, a thin light from his eyes. He needed help, this was such a stupid idea.
His vision becomes blurry, entering a new area as he lost them.
she soon gave up, coming down and making sure not to be noticed by the watchers as she tried to make it back to her hut. the hut was once so beautiful, full of flowers and other decorative pieces. but that was when her parents were alive, and when she wasn't in danger of being hunted. now it just looks like a abandoned house. she didn't mind, it was camouflage. looking around, trying to see if she could spot that man from town square.
The smell of iron was heavy, Vivian licks his chops of the blood. His steel tipped feathers scrapping against each other, he couldn't keep focus as he saw a flash of hope.
A small hut in the distance. I resting place, finally some peace from the chaos and bloodshed.
He drops with a thump to the forest bed. Ears pinned back.
spearmint paused, walking a little off her trail before seeing the passed out... creature? she didn't know at the time. she set down the basket, before walking over. she was cautious, unsure if he was conscious, and if he'll bite. but none the less, she was going to check his wounds.
He didn't move or even flinch at any touch. He can feel the numb touches on his fur, to tired to react properly. His tail feathers peak out from his bloody cloak.
she sighed, before she attempted to flip him over. she was trying to see how badly he was injured. or if the blood was his or someone else's. she didn't want to bury a body. that always had it's complications. he did look.. strangely familiar. not as a person, but as a species. but she didn't want to jump to conclusions yet.
His short was torn and damp with his own blood. Slow heavy breaths follow through, a visible bullet wound to his side. His eyes want to move, and to get up to his feet.
But there is something in those bullets that hurt the healing process.
she huffed. seeing the damage, she got up, and attempted to pick him up, that really didn't follow through. so she was gunna have to drag this poor man. she kinda felt bad, but none the less, she hoisted up his torso and proceeded to drag him. stumbling and falling a couple times.
Vivian was happy when he passed out. The pain went away with the numb feelijgs in his head. The sense of familiarity never left him.
(Gn we'll continue tmr)
(k bro, I might be off and on tomorrow my grandma is taking us somewhere.)
spearmint soon got him in the hut, and a little more effort to get him in the bed. she took off his cloak to better see the damage. she'll have to figure out if the bullet had a exit wound later. her main focus was to stop the bleeding. which she did so but putting some cloth on it, and wrapping it in some medical tape. then she went to grab her basket, and took her cloak off herself. she simply had some pants, and a worn out t-shirt.
(Alrighty)
Vivian can feel his consciousness coming back, his fingers twitch in an attempt to move. His eyes slowly open as the world seems to twist and twirl. He couldn't make out the figure next to him. Large wings tuck under him naturally, a silver shine on the tips of his feathers.
spearmint was sitting in her worn chair. eating a bowl of soup she cooked up. there was bowl for him when he would wake up. she was reading a book, that was propped up on her lap. her ears twitching at the movement, looking over. "I wouldn't move so quickly, your still healing. and I uh.. did accidentally hit your head on a tree stump."
Vivian rubs his neck, his vision cleared at the voice. An unreadable expression on his face. He had questions, but the unfamiliar...Dutch? Or what it seems to be before him, the fur coloration and markings different. He sits himself up on the bed too small for his size, his nicked ears flick and points his attention at her.
spearmint closed her book. sighing, she looked over. "I made you some food." she waved over to the bowl of stew. she didn't know if he spoke English or not. so she used as much hand signalling as possible.
He didn't hear it at first but the body language tells all. It was almost gibberish, he understood to take the bowl into his hands. His claws tapping on the porcelain. After he was done, a small smile on his face," Thank you."
spearmint paused, raising a brow. "your not from here, are you." she sighed, getting up. searching through the worn cabinets. the inside was rather pleasant, the bed though.. only had a couple hand made quilts. and a worn pillow. there were jars of fireflies lighting the rooms. there was a room, which presumed to be the bathroom.
Vivian rolls his shoulders, tilting his head. His ears pinning back then up, a simple greeting. He chuckles lowly, a language barrier was prevalent. Of course, his tongue was isolated and forgotten. And clearly they remembered his species as his wounds slowly heal.
she sighed, coming over with a kit. she sat down in the chair, she looked him straight in the eye. "I assume that's a yes. it's not any language I heard of..uh, can i look at your wound?" she pointed at his bandaged side. she wasn't really good with hand signals. she didn't want to leave him in the dark.
He saw the way she suggested at his wound, with what he presumed to be medical supplies in her hand. He wouldn't need it for much longer but some relief can be appreciated. Vivian allows her to get closer, but the sudden closeness brings an unnoticeable heat to his face.
she took off the bandages, looking to see if the bullet had an exit wound. she opened up the medical kit. it had some surgical equipment. everything from surgical knives, stitching equipment, even a syringe and a small bottle of some anesthesia. she wasn't sure how he would feel with the sharp objects.
Vivian's eyes narrow down, ears pinning back," Why would you need all that about? It doesn't seem necessary-," his voice seems a bit pushy. He shuffles away from her on the bed. He could heal quickly enough, surely his wound didn't look that bad did it?
she grumbled, grabbing him this time. "I have to see if you still have that bloody bullet in you. now hold still." she grumbled, seeing if there was a exit wound on the other side. none the less, she chuckled. he seemed like a child at the doctor's office.
He wasn't use to this, though a trust he had in her caused him to accept it. He sighs, scars litters his lower half, all old of course but she can take this any other way. His lazy eyes watch as she works.
she sighed, nodding. before zipping up the kit, and grabbing some pain killers, reading the bottle, looking over at him, trying to figure out how much to give him. before sighing and just getting one. walking back over to him and holding it out. "you swallow." she pointed at her mouth.
"what?," was his only response, did she want him to chew it? What was it- was she trying to poison him? No- not after all this, right?
His brows knit in confusion, his wing feathers ruffle up in instinct.
she paused, she sighed, seeing if she's got and paper. finding some she came over, making a drawing on what to do. "it helps with pain."
He hesitates and takes the pill, the bitter taste left in his mouth. His tail flops to the side, he was hunched over most of the time. His down feathers smooth from their panicked state.
she sighed, smiling. "do you um..speak english?" she was really unsure. she couldn't understand him, so she couldn't help him. before sitting down.
He was picking up words but couldn't understand what she was saying," Um, No- No?," he shakes his head and puts an 'X' over his mouth. A dull light in his eyes as he waits for her reaction, maybe this was the right reply.
she sighed, this stressed her out a little. before took a deep breath, before nodding. "ok, um, do you need anything?" she looked over, she never really introduced herself.
He gives her a deadpan look, more questions fill his head. He points at her, his hand suggesting an introduction, first steps first after all.
she paused, before nodding. "introductions um.. spearmint. i.. never really gave myself a last name." she looked down, sighing.
He points at her again," Spark- Spear-Min? Spearmint," he confirms, the letters were like a snake. He points to himself," Vivian," she says slowly with some of the syllables.
she thought for a moment, seeming to sound it out in her head, before nodding, smiling. "vivian!" she grinned. before sighing. "I'll be outside, feel free to um.. explore." she sighed.
Vivian nods when see waves towards the area, was she trusting him with this- a stranger. He needed to know more about this dragon, could she be a true Dutch or even a hybrid? He thought to himself, if it could give him answers then yes.
she bowed politely, sighing. pointing outside and at herself. "I'll be outside, got it?" she smiled. picking up her journal and going outside, setting it on a rock.
Vivian rolled his shoulders and stretches, this was going to be a long task to learn her language but he was sure he'll find answers. He gets up to his full height bending over and following her outside curiously.
He hadn't really blended the scene of the jungle like forest before. His senses take in every detail, the noise of insects to the scent of fruit and leaves. It was strange to say the least.
He walks over to the small Dutch-Dragon.
she was doing pull ups on a tree branch, ears on high alert. she found it odd he followed her out. but none the less she didn't mind. she dropped down, stretching. "need something already?"
He looks at her impressed, maybe she did inherit the abilities many of his own carried. He looks around him, spotting a large log he grabs it easily. Placing it near her seating spot, he took a seat himself.
He looks back up at her expectantly, his sore wings didn't help much. Though the pleased expression on his face says all.
she paused, a little surprised. before huffing, sighing. "very funny, vivian." she grumbled, she was going to have to write that down later. making a mental note he won't be easy in combat. if he did appear on the aggressive side, she'll run. find a new place to call home for a while.
He sees her expression change, a funny one on his part. His deep chuckle feels the silence pause, a hand over his smiling teeth.
What was He to do from now on? Learn, and 'Spearmint' was going to be fun to mess with for awhile, he thought. But this was only a distraction from his true goal.
she hopped up on the branch, getting on the branch, and walking towards the fruit, grabbing one and looking at it. before sighing, dropping down with two. "want one?" she smiled, offering the fruit to him.
He nods at the hints,"Fruit? This, yes," he tried his best at his broken english. He grabs the colorful fruit and inspects it.
she laughed a little, it was a pomegranate. she opened hers up, holding it out to him. "it's good, the humans call it a pomegranate." she smiled, sitting down.
He looks at her and smiles, taking a bite to find it pleasing. He looks down at her, bowing his head in thank you. His tail curls up happily.
she smiled, nodding, before starting to eat her fruit. she seemed to at least have been taught manners. though it did seem like she lived alone. but, either way, dutch or dragon would have some sort of wings, right? she seemed to rely on her agility, not flight.
Vivian finishes the fruit quickly enough, the power in it speeding his healing process. Spearmint seemed pleased with herself in his eyes," One Spearmint?," he asks. She seems alone from what he picked up, her skills are something to be proud of.
she paused, looking over. tilting her head, before getting the picture. "uh, yeah. I got seperated from my family a while back. but I'm used to it by now." she chuckled, letting the birds have the rest of her fruit.
The sudden shift in for tone was all the information he needed. The little dragon- as- what she was, lived alone in these woods.
He ears flick in thought, what could he do for her? He looks back to Spearmint again, pointing at her," need something?."
she paused, before shaking her head, chuckling. "no need, I don't need anything. sure i'm being hunted just like you, but I live with it." she smiled, getting up, snatching up her book.
He didn't get why she spoke sentences with so many unfamiliar words, but he got the just of it,"Spearmint, question," he asked, he was curious for what she is. The word Dutch couldn't have changed all that much, neither dragon or serpent.
she paused, tilting her head, looking at him. "I uh.. yeah?" she seemed nervous. sitting back down on the rock. she didn't want to give herself away so easily. for all she knew, he could work for the watchers. her magic has a reasonable price, and the questions that she knows nothing about.
He points at himself," Dutch is Vivian, you what?," in his broken words he asked this. The question was bugging him, the confirmation of his species was needed to explain a part of himself.
she froze up, she was sure what to tell him. she was looking around, was he lying? was he really being hunted too? she had so many thoughts in her head, she went and play dumb. which in her book, wasn't the plan.
"w-what's a Dutch?"
Vivian saw her look but continued," me?? I Dutch Vivian," he spoke again. He pointed at her," You Dutch?," he asks. His tail feathers open up in alarm at her sudden change.
she was mentally freaking out, before her face went cold. "you lying?" she nearly growled. she was getting defensive. there was too much information for her liking being shared anyway. she didn't even know if he could be fully trusted.
Vivian stepped back by her aggression," proof? Not lying, me," he says. He needed to use magic, but what will she have that he can replicate. To prove himself, she seemed to be in daniel.
Should he leave or prove it? He looks back at her.
she was gone. book and all, she was in a tree with a spear she summoned. she was contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth. she was able to blend in with most of the trees and foliage. so she'd be hard to spot, but the spear would give it away. her tail was wrapped around a branch for support.
He felt threatened once more," if you're going to be this way then so be it," he grunts frustrated. He didn't want a fight or have conflict anymore, a cloud of smoke leaves him in a huff. He glares at the trees and turns back to the house.
she snarled a little. before she started writing in her book. a cat came out of the home's window. what was strange about it was it was teal, the tail seeming ending in smoke, a collar on it with a tag that said "CottonCandy" the cat didn't seem bothered. and of course it was meowing and making some noise about its empty food bowl.
Vivian had sweep his frustration under the rug. He turned curiously at the cat, he'd never seen such a creature before. Any animals on the islands had been large in size. The cat caught his eyes as he watched it. He glances over into the jungle once more. What was he to do but wait it out on her.
the cat hopped down from its perch. seemingly to know where she is, before looking over at vivian, and running up the tree spearmint was in. spearmint sighed at the sight of the cat, it calmed her down almost immediately. though the hungry meows were to be expected. she did leave the food bowl empty when she went into town.
Vivian walked over and leaned against the tree, waiting for her to come down. He wasn't losing hope in her, was his species that lost on the earth and soil. No longer existent aside from those who hunted him. She to encountered that suffering, he thought to himself as he sighs.
she sighed, she had a moment where she was scared, before looking over at him. she felt worried, if he was caught. he would be tortured too, she needed to protect him. but how? he seemed pretty powerful alone, but did he know about the technology here? she chuckled to herself, thinking of the reactions to the things she'll introduce him to. the cat soon came down, there was a flicker of another soul as it stared at him, before running back inside.
Vivian was doubled over in questions for the feline. The smoke and soul wasn't natural for it, was it?
His ears flick towards the trees, he had so much to learn at this rate. The strange medicine, flying pieces of iron, and that strange cat.
And What Spearmint truly was.
spearmint hang down from her tail, sighing. holding out a bullet shell. "this is what hit you, isn't it?" she had her book in the other hand.
Vivian looks over and nods silently, he eyes back to thei lazy look. He didn't want ot see the thing but it was a mental note for him to take. His mind back on his healing wound, could Spearmint heal the same way?
she nodded, dropping down. "your wound will heal in.. a couple days. or at least close. this, is a bullet" she pointed at the shell. she wanted him to look out for, but was the bullet shell enough.
He gives a noise of understanding, the words and his magic helping him along the way of understanding her," Pain check?," he asks. His hands unconsciously over the bullet entry. His eyes scanning her facial expressions.
she sighed in relief. "I can get you more pain killers if it hurts again, do you want me to change the bandages?" she had a small smile, before putting the bullet shell in her pocket. "your lucky the bullet passed through."
Vivian processed the words, he just needed to change the bloody bandages, the smell of his blood wasn't something he wanted. He nods, already walking into the home once again. Hunching over to cross the door ways.
she paused, before shrugging and following behind him. stopping at the doorway to look around, before heading in. she grabbed her cat's bowl, setting it on the counter. putting a can of soft food in it before setting it down. then grabbed the bandages and walking over to him.
He pulled up his shirt to revel the bandages. Looking away from the process as he watched the cat as a distraction. His wings open up up half way to move his arms. The feathers needed a preen and clean on his part.
she sighed, taking off the bandages. she was surprised at how quickly the wound was healing, before thinking this might be normal for some. she wrapped it in the new bandages, making sure to keep it nice and comfortable. "alright, there. need anything else? food? water?"
He tilted his head,"?" New words and no imagery to help him. Ears perking up at her, his eyes curious.
she laughed a little. "food is something you eat. water is to drink. your really not from here." she smiled.
The Dutch rolled his eyes," water," he said. He gives a playful smile back at her, his canines just peeking through. Vivian could live with this, but he wouldn't push her for answers.
she smiled, going to grab him a glass of water from the kitchen. the cat was staring at him, they haven't even finished eating their food. familiar red pools staring into his soul, before spearmint came back with the water. that's when they went back to eating, their eyes back to a nice forest green.
He planned to meet that cat this night he decided. Vivian's attention lingered on the cat before thanking Spearmint.
He just needed to find out.
(Oooo Applemint??)
(applemint)
spearmint nodded, handing him the glass before leaning against the wall. she was trying to figure out where he would sleep, the bed was too small for him..
Vivian downed the drink. He put the glass down on a counter, he would need to stay up for the night. He could do it easily enough and not worry the host of the house. He's done it for weeks, then off days last a few.
"I stay up, Spearmint" he suggested, noticing the sun going down as the trees covered them.
she paused, worried for a minute, before sighing and nodding. the cat growled, before running over and catching a mouse. spearmint looked over, chuckling a little. "good girl cotton."
Vivian nods.
The night gave way to a new array of sounds, the dimly lit house was a peaceful setting. You could almost forget what brought him here, almost. He listened with his eyes closed, waiting for the cat to appear once more.
the cat growled from the window. spearmint was sleeping soundly, every once in a while. she would shift, flinch a little, and go back to sleeping. the cat's familiar red pools came into play. that's went it spoke, in a way. "your not supposed to be here."
Vivian's vision turns dark as his own eyes turn a white," And why is that? I'm interested in your response," a soul-switcher was on his mind with this greeting. His eyes stay on her, he knew what he was.
she snarled, "she was fine, then you came along and screwed things up." it hopped out the window and onto the wet leaves. she looked back it him, growling.
Vivian hummed," How so? You cannot say that, look at this world! I am trying to understand her, I hope you're able to see that little soul," he dubs a nickname. His teeth showing in retaliation to the threat.
she growled, a ghostly figured appeared, applemint. "she now has to worry about you. you know what the watchers will do to you? the same thing they had done to her! the Dutch do not belong here." she growled, those same red eyes reflected the moonlight.
"And she does?"
He stood up once more. A true question after all the others, what had they done? He was looking for 'the-look' the look of being caught in a lie. He was figuring out what she truly was.
she growled. "she can't be here, but she can't escape either. she has no wings for God's sake!" she grumbled, walking towards the forest.
That confirms it for him, Spearmint was a true Dutch before being stripped of her wings, he quickly walks beside the ghostly figure," That is all I needed, but does she wish to know the truth or do you want to keep her in the dark like a child? Hidden away from a fight that she didn't cause, tail tucked in-between her legs? No, I didn't think so," he could have gone a bit far with his words now.
she huffed. "she thinks I'm a cat, you'd be pretty freaked out if your cat started talking to you." she looked straight ahead, they were walking towards the back of a farmhouse. the guard dog fast asleep.
"You're not listening," he points out," You know I'm a Dutch, I wouldn't hurt her but is there anyone left? Who's still doing this" he knew why but in which way in this modern road. His wings are stretched out behind him.
"as me and her know of? yeah. and...were not entirely sure." she sat down at the window, staring inside. "where were you guys."
Vivian turned his gaze to the sky," We live in the heavens, or what you would call the 'sky', such a short word for a beautiful thing," he starts," We fled when our numbers dropped from the wars, ones that many have forgotten."
she scoffed, grumbling. "so much for that." she moved vivian' s head, trying to get his attention. there, above the fireplace, was a pair of wings mounted on the wall. she stared at it, grumbling.
Vivian had seen the wounds of the flightless before but to see the wings there brought a shiver down his spine. The once hidden weapons of spines on his spleen retract outwards, his pupils sharpen.
"...What?"
she huffed. "that's. what happens to those who get caught. your hunted down here, they'll tear your wings off, sure some are nicer with it, doing it surgerically. but this one sure wasn't." she scoffed. "the wings are still blood stained.." she sighed, glancing at the rifle next to it. hung up within arms reach.
Vivian looks away, a mortals love can change and end in sadness but as Immortals curse is endless. He sighs," I- I need to gain her trust, maybe if I learned her language I can take her back with me-" the snap of a twig caught his attention.
she turned into a cat again, little cotton looked over where the twig snapped. spearmint was still in bed, sleeping the most sleep she's ever had.
A small rabbit hopped out.
Vivian sighs, the warning of the night brings him back to the house with Applemint. He takes a seat, hand under his chin in thought.
applemint returned shortly. "I can teach you English til morning, should you give you some sense on what she's saying." spearmint flinched a little at something. before going back to a restful sleep.
"That would be most appreciated, thank you," he turned to face her. This was going to be a long night for him. He was a fast enough learner, then back to his task on hand.
should he go check on her afterwards? He'd help in the morning.
applemint chuckled, before sighing. going back in the cat, the cat trying to grab a paper and pencil. this was indeed going to be a long night.
(time skip to morning?)
(Sure)
Vivian was tired mentally but when the shine rose he basked in the heat of the glow. He asked Applemint- that was her name, he thought. For what breakfast Spearmint liked, waiting for her answer. He hand to thank her in the least, knowing what happened to her.
applemint smiled, nodding. grabbing the basket, handing it over. "cook two eggs and some bacon. make sure the bacons crispy. she never liked chewy bacon." she smiled, he might actually be a good guy.
Vivian smiled, It was almost familiar to be back in a kitchen. He heated the pan and prepared breakfast, and an old chant in his song. He made sure to be careful with the space around him.
Once he was done, he placed the meal on the dinning table. Proud smile on his face. He looks back at Applemint," You think I got it right?"
applemint chuckled a little. "she'll like it either way, she usually does everything herself." she smiled, before sighing. spearmint was slowly waking up, smelling the bacon and eggs. that was applemint cue to leave.
Vivian bided her a goodbye, sitting back into the chair. Finding a book lying around, finding words the recognized from last night's lessons. He heard the tapping of feet and waits eagerly for her reaction. His tail wrapped around his leg.
spearmint seemed a little to tired at the moment, letting her guard down completely. she smiled, sat down at the meal before her, showing her more positive side. cotton smiled, before her red eyes turned into those forest green.
Vivian chuckles," Seems like someone had a night's rest, ey?" A dominate English but his language laced into it as he spoke. His laughter light and bellowing in his throat. He seemed pleased with himself.
spearmint choked on her bacon, looking over. "when in god's name did you learn english." she stared at him dead in the eye. if she had wings, her wings would be out.
Vivian pointed at her books then a dictionary," There was some old English, so I went off from that," he explained, but he knew better. He shrugs his shoulders, his feathers ruffled happily at her expression.
spearmint smiled, eating it happily. "well i guess you found a cookbook as well." she was happily eating her breakfast. before pausing, staring at the plate. "were you.. lying?"
Vivian tilted his head," 'lying?' about what?," his English- or what they fought about yesterday? He puts the book down on his lap.
spearmint sighed a little, scratching her head. "about yesterday." she tapped her claws on the table. she seemed worried, unsure.
Vivian looks to the side," I did not lie to you-," his claws curl around the book," I am a Dutch, My name is Vivian" he parrots from his first words. He looks over at her, all he knows about in his head about their history.
she sighed, huffing a little. "sorry if I freaked out a little. it's not the first time a human has tried to trick me with this." she growled a little at the thought. that glimmer of trust costed her a lot.
Vivian nods," Even I would be confused in your state, I surprised you haven't asked me anything really," he was again- tired mentally.
she shrugged, sighing. "don't need to, really. as long as you have. good intentions and.. won't be staying long. I don't mind the company." she sighed, finishing up her food.
He hummed," He far do these- 'woodlands'," he was build up the sentence," stretch?" He asks. His intentions were to help her, and maybe find more of their kind.
But did she want him to leave so soon.
she paused, raising a brow. before chuckling. "you mean how? uh..well I dunno. there far, what I can say." she chuckled a little. in truth, she didn't want him to leave, get himself hurt again.
Vivian's cheeks heat up in embarrassment," Yes- I just wanted to know in case," he says biting the inside of his lip. The wall looked very interesting as he flusters.
she nearly bursted it out laughing, before standing up. "well um, I'm going out gathering. would you like to come?" she looked over, smiling.
He chuckles the blush away, nodding. He rose from the small chair, his ears flicking back up. This was nice, it reminds him of simpler times back then.
she smiled, grabbing a flashlight. to him, it would be a strange, black baton. but none the less she put it in her empty basket, sliding her cloak on.
Why did he need this thing?? He stared at it curiously but took it with him anyways. He didn't have the same cloak as her, his shot up and probably torn from the fight.
she smiled, looking at it. "you don't necessarily need it. I just use it incase I encounter any hunters or watchers." she picked up her basket, cotton hopping onto spearmint's shoulder, purring. she looked over at him, smiling.
Vivian agrees understandingly, what ever things was. He gives her a half smile, his eyes bright with the chapter of the day. He walks over to her, giving the cat a side glance, knowingly.
cotton just purred, tail twitching. spearmint smiled, before walking out. she was going through a list of sorts, a mental one really. cotton was watching the birds fly by, licking her chops.
Vivian enjoyed the still stand, but an itch of sorts was on the back of his mind. How long would he stay here? For his work was everlasting, as long as the earth grow old. He looks back at Spearmint, his steps quiet as he observed her face. In deep thought, his half-hearted chuckles break the silence.
she paused, looking over. "something funny?" she slowed down to walk with him, basket in hand. cotton looked over, tilting her head. there was a river up head, a fast flowing one.
He shakes his head," Nothing, your face says all," he teases, walking ahead of her to inspect the large river. He debated to escape his small crime by diving in.
she smiled, making herself a spear from the water. she hopped onto the rocks, the water rushing over her feet. she was focused on the fish. the spear in her hands would try to turn into itself back into its original form.
Vivian took note of this, his eyes wide in intrest. Her powers are water based! he crouches down near the river. Testing the waters.
A little horse play never hurts anyone.
(*jaws theme starts playing*)
cotton had gotten down, getting a drink from the flowing river off to the side. spearmint seemed more focused on grabbed fish than horse play.
(lmao-)
Vivian, as the graceful Dutch he was, slowly dove into the water quietly. His wings tucked in place as he cut through. In a flash he grabbed the head of a fish. You'd think it was just the alligators feeding.
Underwater, Vivian searched for Spearmint's silhouette. The fish still in his claws as a plan forms.
(Lol)
spearmint stabbed a fish, smiling. "that's a good sized one. what you think cotton?" cotton was sleeping. she shrugged, putting it in the basket.
Vivian grips the fish and launches it out the water into the basket. Bubbles escaping him as he hid once more.
spearmint nearly fell off the rocks, she was in a panic. a more importantly losing balance. cotton stared at her struggling to stand on the slippery rocks.
He used his tail to splash the platform. Talking another gasp of air as he laughed. The river wasn't that deep, he floats on his back with a smug grin.
spearmint fell over, sitting up with a fish in her mouth. she spat out of the fish. grumbling, she stood up, ripping a leech off her arm. she smirked, grabbing a fish out of the water. "alright blue bird. you asked for it."
Vivian laughs harder," I'd like to see you try, sweets," shameless. He dives back into the water, memories flash as his magic courses through his veins. He uses his wings as an advantage.
she seemed to chuckle. this was her advantage, sure she's got little magic. but she can strain herself. that's when the water began to flow backwards. the fish swam as fast as they could by the sudden water flow change. cotton woke up from the sudden shift.
Vivian's eyes widen but he knew something like this would happen. He flips himself over onto the waterbed, the spines on his back digging into the ground. The current heavy, he wasn't giving up that easily.
she was to busy laughing. letting go of the water to let it rush back the way it was going. catching a fish that hopped into the air. cotton heard something in the bushes, ears perking up and growling. spearmint was to busy trying to get vivian back.
Vivian held the current against him, his fur wet and full of leaves of the river. He gasped for air, only his head stick out and on the hunt with a smile, he dives back down in an alligator-like motion towards Spearmint.
spearmint laughed, getting a spear ready. she wasn't gunna hurt him of course. that was.. before it happened. cotton could barely yowl before it happened. everything slowed down in time for spearmint, she heard a gunshot, then the familiar pain of the bullet wound. she was shot in the lower side, not fatal. but that wasn't the only problem. dogs, bounding towards her to bring her down. anything to get what their master's wanted. there was a second shot, this one in the shoulder. that brought her down, plunging into the river.
Vivian's eyes turned to slits as the red glow emitted from them. He knew the pain of a bullet, and Spearmint is just mortal.
He let's out a silent scream as he swam to her, grabbing her body and swimming to the surface. His magic on edge when see smelled the creatures.
cotton was trying to distract the dogs. spearmint was trying to stay awake, in a bit of shock. she was clinging onto her shoulder. coughing and sputtering, getting the water out of her lungs. she knew this familiar feeling of weakness all to well.
Vivian covered the hunters view with his wings. He made a run for it, but not before unleasing a thunder cloud onto the earth to hide them away. He was losing blood fast and he needed to quickly wrap her up.
Vivian will always remember the scent of man. This one was no different.
cotton ran after vivian, or more like follow his scent. spearmint growled to herself, mentally cursing herself for letting her guard down so easily. she was losing her grip on staying awake. no one was their to help her when her wings were ripped out of her back. maybe she could do what she did last time? the more she dwindled on it, the more she realized. she had forgotten how she did it. the wall she made prevented it. she's still breathing, not choking on blood. so it didn't puncture her lungs. the heart she would be dead in seconds. her power was drained and she could feel it.
Vivian arrived back home his made tunneling to grab and dash to Spearmints side. Grabbing a rag for her to bite down on while he removed the bullets and alcohol to help. He was stern with his words, or what he had. The glow on his horns faint but noticeable.
Someone was dying today.
she was reluctant to do what he said, but she had to if she needed to survive. she was looking away, as if a child would when they were getting a shot of sorts. cotton was sitting on the end table the whole time. spearmint would flinch and squirm sometimes due to the pain. the only alcohol she really had was drinking alcohol. her teeth were practically tearing the rag apart. the bullet in her shoulder was lodged in her shoulder blade, the other one safely passed through her body, and didn't get lodged in anything or didn't have any complications.
Vivian tended to the main one on her body. Then to the shoulder, with his clothes still damp. You could see the many blue scars he had over his chest and arms. He tail feathers opened and fidgeting around. The determined look and satisfaction when he finish, muttering comforts as he wrapped it up.
she coughed a little, she was practically asleep by now. cotton hopped onto the bed, purring and laying down next to spearmint. she was so determined to stay awake that she tired herself out. that watcher was out there, and it was hunting them. or so it seemed to be. the only thing she said before passing out was something about a shot. what shot? a syringe? maybe a gun shot? who knows, and who knows when she'll wake up.
Vivian took his mental notes, the hunters, her words, his findings. He picked Spearmint up and took her to her bed, tucking her in safely.
His dark navy fur blended into the night as he stocked through it. Heading into the trees, he sat there was his senses listening. He needed to make sure they weren't followed in any sense.
the watcher had set up camp, the dogs were eating the fish spearmint and vivian had caught. things seemed ordinary for them, they didn't seem to care of the consequences. they wanted her magic, and her knowledge, to figure out where the Dutch went. even if they had to shoot her and torture her to get it out of her.
He wondered weather they knew he was there, or that he was an angry 7ft Dutch out for blood. He hopped into the trees silently, sniffing them out with a huff. He didn't need anymore leads into the forest. It was harder to do but flying would spread his scent.
the watcher seemed to just stare into the fire, they knew most of the dangerous of sleeping in this jungle. not sure if they cared though, it didn't believe in the fairytales they were told about this place. they really wished they got her wings though.
Vivian first created a fog, thick mirror of glass in a radius around the camp. You wouldn't even notice if you weren't looking hard enough. This was his time to shine as his artificial environment grew.
they grew wary, the dogs started whining before bolting off. the watcher screamed at them to come back, but none the less, they didn't. they grabbed their gun, glancing around. waiting for a figure to show.
The glass showed Vivian's silhouette, before disappearing. He jumped once more, making sure to trash the trees with his tail.
"H룣œ thér€"
the watcher aimed their gun, looking around. they were getting nervous, they didn't know how powerful this Dutch was. they knew the one was weak, possibly dying. but this one seemed a little different, and that worried them. "w-who are you! show yourself!"
"Ñøw ŵhŷ ïß thåt?"
He let's a deep guttural growl from his throat.
"Yœü c£ë@rly don't fear thë dead"
His glow can be seen from the the mirrors. He contemplated wether to hide himself or let him suffer alone.
they shot at one of the mirrors. completely unsure whether or not that was the real one. they didn't know how to escape, how did the dogs escape? they were looking around, unsure about it all.
The dogs were innocent, just an animal. But he was conscious, thinking, and knowing what he'd done.
Vivian's mirror gets a scratch on it. The bang echoing in the cage of glass.
Then it happened.
Vivian gripped the hunter hard under both arms as he slams them against the glass.
"Glad to see me?"
"I thought so"
they choked, growling. before realizing what they were looking at, they starts to panick. this wasn't a ordinary Dutch, they were struggling to get out of his grip. they had family to get back to, tears pricked their eyes. as if they actually cared. but who knows how this would turn out.
Vivian skin with ghostly, dead, his eyes beat red. You could almost make out the black skull under his skin.
His wings were spread out and bright in the moon light with their silver tips. Strapping against each other like swords.
Vivian inhaled.
" You hunted without care. And now you cry before me, you knew this would come."
Vivian smiled like old times. Almost a snarl as his teeth showed in a threat.
" I will make you think death is a mercy once I'm done with you"
" Angel killer"
they froze, before taking a breath. "i-i know how to help!" they were unsure whether he would listen. maybe a flicker of hope. they were thinking, did they really tried to kill a Angel? was he saying that to get them regret it? they were confused, scared, trying their best to keep themselves alive. death stood before them in a heat of rage, would he listen?
"Not interested"
He grunts, Spearmint, like the others. Dutchess are a rarity among them, and he wasn't letting an Angel fall once more.
He let his claws slow sink in. What ever words the hunter will say could only anger him more, unless he spoke truth.
Like his sister of life.
they started to scream. "alright! alright! i-i coated the bullets in a poison! i-i have the antidote just please let me go!" their legs were trying to get vivian off them. but they were only human, how long will this go on? is this going to be how they die? by death himself?
Vivian hesitated but he knew that in this state that no mortals can leave. A black skull now sat on his face. His eyes borrowing into the hunter, he let him go.
" 10"
" 9-"
they ran over to the tent, shuffling through their bag before grabbing a vial, running back over. "h-here! thank you so much!" them? thanking him? what a waste, they will be dead soon, but none the less they didn't need to know. they started running off, hoping they could get back to their family in time. or.. at least they hoped.
Vivian grabs the vial, inspecting it's contents in it. His expression never changing, with a flick of his wrist the chains of glass wrapped around the hunter.
"Thank you, but death is inevitable but it comes naturally to most, I guess not to you"
He walks up to them, crouching to meet eye level.
"Goodbye [insert full name]"
(Lmao)
applemint was waiting on his return, spearmint was getting worse. and applemint wasn't happy. watching the wildlife, hearing the screams of the watcher, distant, yet it range throughout the jungle.
Vivian walked the way back, his heart heavy and thundering in his chest. His wings were out behind him like a cage, his features were back to normal. His soul full from a meal.
He entered the home once again, shacking off most of his ruff look. He knocked on Spearmint's door, the silence heavy one him.
applemint growled, phasing through the door. "she's still asleep, and getting worse. what were in those bullets?" she wasn't to happy, her sister was shot, possibly dying. and this dude just left and showed back up?
Vivian sighs," I'm just as worried as you are, to answer your question-," he pulls out the vial,"-they were laced with poison for her, this will help her recover from it," he spoke melancholy.
"Come on now"
applemint growled, before going back inside. spearmint was still resting, applemint didn't seem overall angry, just upset, worried. her little sister was dying and she couldn't do anything about it.
Vivian entered the room," Spearmint," he muttered. He needed to wake her to at least down the vial. He looks over at Applemint, he could feel the aura that she ptesented.
applemint looked around the cabinets. spearmint didn't seem to respond. applemint looked over. "there's a syringe in this cabinet. I think the antidote would work faster if its in the bloodstream." spearmint was shivering and it was almost like she was having a nightmare.
Vivian grabbed the small plastic bag, and quickly putting it in. He grabs an arm, looking for a vein, then lets the antidote go. His ears pin back as he waits for her to respond.
spearmint was bolted awake, grabbing vivian's arm out of instinct before realizing who it was. she let go, groaning. her arm hurt from the syringe, grumbling.
The pain was nothing to him but he let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
" füçk, Spearmint how you you feel?," he swore in his language before checking her over.
spearmint groaned, sitting up. "like i was hit by a truck.." applemint laughed, spearmint couldn't see her, nor hear her. she smiled, looking over. "it's similar to the saying, 'getting hit by a bull." she laughed a bit. spearmint was rubbing her head, grumbling. her eyesight was a bit blurry.
Vivian nods, he resisted the urge to comfort her in a hug but pats her back instead," We'll, would you need anything?," he parroted what she said to him his first days shot. He felt relief but what he had done to the hunter with still fresh and the smell of iron on him.
spearmint coughed a little, groaning. "uh, yeah, you remember the bottle I grabbed?" she was trying to use her hands again, that wasn't very helpful with her shaking hands.
Vivian quickly travels around the house for sad bottle bringing it back swiftly.
"Here, this one right?"
spearmint groaned, trying to read the bottle. before nodding, grabbing the bottle and opening it. taking a pill. applemint smiled, floating over. "your doing good, dude."
A small smile creeps it's way up his face, he appreciated the praise but thought about how he even got it. He shakes his head of the thing, he glances at his feathers. He definitely needed a preen as he was on the boarder line of messy. He shifts his attention towards Spearmint.
spearmint seemed to be thinking on something, before she attempted to get up. her clothes were damp, but not completely soaked. but she hated the thought of having to change, espically in her current condition. but she'll have to tolerate it, she supposed. applemint smiled, before disappearing. cotton was now awake, purring and trying to be as a sign of comfort.
Vivian followed her like a lost puppy, helping at any second.
" How long do you heal?"
He break the silence, he didn't know how her own wounds mended themselves. He was use to recovery quickly, but seeing someone he knows in pain brought him to a protective state.
she was grabbing a sewing box from a cabinet, coughing a little. "like a normal human being?" she raised a brow. she really didn't think much of it. she only cares on when she was no longer vulnerable to attacks. the bullet wounds would take weeks before she was ready to fight again. but she didn't pay no mind, she can stay out of trouble til then.
His ears flick curiously before his brows knit together," Like a normal human? What do you mean?," his hand glides towards his own wounds, but they had already healed but the bandages stayed behind. He knows he wasn't the same type of Dutch at soul but Dutch's didn't have weeks to heal, just days.
" Does it take you weeks to heal??" His eyes widen.
she paused, before sighing and nodding. making her way back over to the bed. opening the box up, choosing a needle and thread, before looking over. "you want me to fix that cloak for ya?" she pointed at his blood stained cloak. wincing at the pain that shot through her shoulder.
Vivian shakes his head, he wouldn't let her touch the blood of the man and his," I can do that myself, you-," he grabs the needle and thread into one hand,"-Need rest, you've just been shot not to long ago, you were sick, and now you heal like a tortoise. Your body's weak"
"Bed. Now."
she paused, grumbling. "now listen here-" she got bat in the face by cotton. cotton was agreeing with vivian. she was up against two people that want her to sleep. "I've been through worse, vivian. I'll be fine. it's honestly not the first time I've been shot. and I wasn't.. sick." she raised a brow.
Vivian put a hand on her shoulder," The bullets were poisoned, your body is in shock, go to bed," he said.
she paused, he sounded just like her sister. that honestly got her to stop protesting, she sighed. laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. cotton watched her, waiting on her to fall asleep.
Vivian sighed," If you need anything, you'll find me in a book, good night". And he left with a door shut, he felt relived. How can such a mortal easily get to his heart. A heavy blush on his cheeks brings him to ignore such things.
He's had previous lovers before, and he watched as they faded. Soon walking them back to the other side.
He sat back down and took his mind off into the paper pages.
spearmint sighed. he was so nice, she had a boyfriend before. but he was like her, hard headed, serious. they never really clicked. as soon as she felt heat on her cheeks she shook off any thought of him, before grabbing her journal off the nightstand, getting up and walking over to the window. she felt, mostly fine, a little nauseous, dizzy, sore and obvious the pain in her shoulder was still there. but she could deal with it, she opened up the window and set her journal on the window seal. clicking on the flashlight, she started writing, even drawing vivian from memory. cotton was fast asleep, spearmint didn't trip the cat alarm.
Vivian caught his ears heating up, was someone talking about him??
He laughs pitifully to himself. Just a week ago had he been shoot, taken in, and treated like a friend. His tail wags in reaction.
But how long would he be living a lie, in one he just so happened to make.
she sighed, grumbling to herself. first he was shot, now her? what is fate doing to her? she growled to herself, before starting realize she has an entire section on him. she didn't mean to do that much investigating. this took up a quarter of her book. what if he saw this? what would he think? she sighed, looking up at the moonlight. unsure about any of this.
Vivian hadn't actually slept in days. His ability a curse and a blessing. He remembers his first days on earth till this moment. How things changed and transformed around him.
His eyes begin to cloud as sleep took him, hoping Spearmint wouldn't find him in the nest of books before he woke.
spearmint sighed, going to see if she could get a glass of water, seeing the sleeping figure before the books, she only chuckled, grabbing a blanket from the closet and throwing it around him. even giving him a neck pillow. she got her glass of water and went back to bed.
Vivian awoke at the crack of dawn. The strange comfort of sheets brought a blue hue onto his cheeks as he realized his mistake.
He felt dirty, needing a bath and a wash of his clothes. His throat was dry as he yawned over while stretching out. Mentally thanking Spearmint.
(Good night)
spearmint was fast asleep. cotton was outside surprisingly, knocking down fruit from the trees. spearmint's journal was still on the windowsill.
Vivian drank a glass of water, sighing as he yawned. He looked over at what caught his eye.
This was new, was it also a book? He wanted over towards it, thr pencils still in one of the pages. He turned to it.
the pages were littered with drawing of him, and some observations she had made. though there was a more private section near the back of the book, which were journal entries on her progress on finding on what happened to her kind. leads usually led to dead ends.
A heavy blush move its way on his cheeks. All those looks he caught her, his feathers fluffs up as he hummed exaggerating it further. He placed the book down where it was, seeking out from the house and joining the cat in the trees, in silence.
cotton had the red pools for eyes again. the fruit were going into the basket below. "your up early, what's with the blush?" she smiled, knocking down another fruit.
"Just things"
He rubs his cheeks of it. His tail wrapped around the branch and his wings were like a cocoon for him as he hung upside down.
Did spearmint have feeling for him? Or was it just an observation? He saw her questions in the book, and she hasn't asked one bit about it.
He'll talk to her after his predicament at the moment.
she laughed a little, dropping down. "we never got the fish from yesterday, you want to get some?" she smiled. pushing the basket towards the doorway. spearmint's questions were simply, like 'what other powers does he have?' or 'does he know where the Dutch went?' but other than that, there were no really personal questions.
Vivian sighs," We can, just leave spearmint to sleep," he unhooked from the tree and dropped to the ground below. His feet landing with a thud, he puts AppleMint on his shoulder and Then grabbing the basket in his arms.