Post by Saint Judas on Jun 27, 2017 5:59:05 GMT
Stretched to the core of galaxies
Distorted city grids
Distorted city grids
Word Count - 390 | Quest | NOTES - short starter post for ya
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Using for Mudbray, Durant, and Scatterbug eggs
get ur nerd here >
Using for Mudbray, Durant, and Scatterbug eggs
Judas hummed, his fingers absent mindedly fingering an instrument that wasn't actually there against the lap of his trousers. Distantly, azure eyes studied the statues in the center of the small town, a square cleared around them as though in reverence of the great legendary pokemon depicted there in painstaking stone detail. What craftsman might have made those, created those, the person, or people, laboring so long on the rough massive structures, bringing from monolithic slabs a piece of art hidden underneath, exposed by their careful toolwork. Truly, the two beings were masterpieces, their massive heads high and proud as the afternoon sun slanted upon them, basking them in a golden-orange cast.
A chirp called him from other thoughts, Judas' gaze flicking down as a grey and white dove fluttered to his lap where he sat on one of the wooden benches ringing the square. She nuzzled one hand, hopping upon the sleeve of his shirt and his arm, then curiously bobbing her head forward at the bag beyond, a plastic baggie nestled between two rounded ellipses of eggs and his own satchel—also bulging with a fortunate third young life, oddly and apparently having found a sudden sort of.... Fondness for the quiet responsibility and warmth of taking care of an egg and the promise within—likely noting the appeasing scent coming from it. A light chuckle, and he shifted his arm, bringing the pidove close to him, and away from the bag of birdseed. "Not for you mein friend, you get treats all the time. This is for the others" A smile on his lips, he inclined his head out to the square. Indeed, flocks of pidoves gathered around, clustering in groups and roaming the stones, swirling and sweeping away whenever people approached but otherwise complacent and comfortable on their grounds, wild village birds. Just like the taillow that flitted over head and perched atop the statues and buildings, and the fletchling he heard singing sweetly on the evening breeze... Ah. Cassiopeia was a lovely place really, one that held many fond memories for the Ara town man. Namely, the birds.
Archimedes, his own little bird, and stubborn as ever, hopped from his arm with a coo, going for the seed again. Shooing her back, Judas grabbed at it, standing to keep her from easy reach of it, a stern but gentle blue gaze watching her as the man partially turned, with one hand reaching into the bag to throw some out towards the feral flocks, a moment later turning his head from his own bird to watch.
A chirp called him from other thoughts, Judas' gaze flicking down as a grey and white dove fluttered to his lap where he sat on one of the wooden benches ringing the square. She nuzzled one hand, hopping upon the sleeve of his shirt and his arm, then curiously bobbing her head forward at the bag beyond, a plastic baggie nestled between two rounded ellipses of eggs and his own satchel—also bulging with a fortunate third young life, oddly and apparently having found a sudden sort of.... Fondness for the quiet responsibility and warmth of taking care of an egg and the promise within—likely noting the appeasing scent coming from it. A light chuckle, and he shifted his arm, bringing the pidove close to him, and away from the bag of birdseed. "Not for you mein friend, you get treats all the time. This is for the others" A smile on his lips, he inclined his head out to the square. Indeed, flocks of pidoves gathered around, clustering in groups and roaming the stones, swirling and sweeping away whenever people approached but otherwise complacent and comfortable on their grounds, wild village birds. Just like the taillow that flitted over head and perched atop the statues and buildings, and the fletchling he heard singing sweetly on the evening breeze... Ah. Cassiopeia was a lovely place really, one that held many fond memories for the Ara town man. Namely, the birds.
Archimedes, his own little bird, and stubborn as ever, hopped from his arm with a coo, going for the seed again. Shooing her back, Judas grabbed at it, standing to keep her from easy reach of it, a stern but gentle blue gaze watching her as the man partially turned, with one hand reaching into the bag to throw some out towards the feral flocks, a moment later turning his head from his own bird to watch.
♥ Chou
