by Scar » Wed May 27, 2015 7:16 pm
Tears so delicate slithered unfettered down a young face, falling from mismatched eyes that sparkled in anguish. Too young... too young was the one shredding such heavy tears of emotion. Whimpering and cradling a wrist that was bruised and swollen, careful to move it as little as possible, for every little motion was torture. Sheer agony in its rawest form.
Hair golden like wheat ready for the harvest, dirtied and tangled and matted from a scuffle, the little boy sat isolated in a grimy alleyway. Distant bustle of townsfolk not too far to either sides of him, but it was those very streets he was hiding from. Those very streets that had caused him this physical pain, and for what cause, because he was an damned abomination.
Stifling gross sobs if not only to cause himself to hack and cough and cry harder, holding his broken wrist dearly as he huddled himself inbetween in a tight space between some piles of garbage. Clothes freshly rent and torn from what had happened only moments ago, replaced with a pair of wings that so tightly tucked around him as if to form a shield of protection. He had done nothing wrong, nothing but walk his own merry way until a group of no-good teen boys decided to make it a game to mock and bully the defenseless Halfborn. He had been minding his own business, avoiding all and everyone he could. And yet, there he was. Alone and hurt, as it per usually was whether it be physically or emotionally.
Rubbing the back of his good wrist against his bloodshot eyes, sniffling and struggling with a bought of hiccups as he tried to rein in his emotions, which not always worked in changing him back...
"I... I just don't understand..." he whispered to himself in a hoarse voice. Ignorant of the pain that came with what he was, he had no parents to tell him what he was nor did he even remember them. He has always been on his own as long as he could remember. Feeling hot tears well up in his eyes once more, the orphaned boy buried his face in his arm and wept quietly. Tucking pink, three-toed feet closely to his body as to try and make himself fully disappear, displaying the only article of clothing he had left, a pair of torn pants that was left from the shifting.
From there, he didn't move again. If not crying himself to sleep in his little corner of trash heaps. Restless and no dreams to feel the void, an air of emptiness cloaked over his being like a heavy, wool blanket. Smothering him and pulling him deeper within the depths of his tattered mind... when all of a sudden, something-- Something tugged him. Easing him back to awareness where he was greeted with a warm, wet sensation smoothing over his tear-stained cheek.
Fluttering heavy eyelids, trying to sweep the sore weariness away and as his vision focused, he gazed upon a curious sight. Squeezing itself between his legs, an otterling stared at him with an inquisitive sparkle in its pupilless, pink eyes. However, that wasn't what made him stare. It was the mere fact that the otterling's head was severed and seem to hover in place, revealing the muscle and red, body tissue in its neck. Oddly enough though, the sight of the undead otterling didn't frighten him nor surprise him, if anything, it was a welcoming sight to the lonely halfborn.
Sniffling because of a partially snuffed-up nose, a weak smile teased his lips as he shakily reached out his left hand and petted the otterling on its floating head, accepting its presence happily. "You're a cute one, aren't you?" he whispered, swallowing a parched clot in his throat. Proceeding to scratch the otterling's head with a single finger, humming weakly a tune that he has always known but never could recall from where.
"We don't have time for this..."
"I know she's around here, she couldn't have gone far!"
But such a heartfelt moment couldn't last, fleeting and abruptly ending on a bittersweet note as the boy jerked in place, cowering further in his hiding place. Hearing voices that were a little too close for his comfort, causing the otterling to vocally react in unexpected alarm of the child's response to the voices.
"Did you hear that? That was Curly!"
Hearing clearer the owner of the voice, the otterling perked up excitedly and scurried a few feet away from the frightened lad. Standing tall and joyfully on her hindlegs as she listened and waited, anticipating the approach of the voice. Growing in excitement upon the sounds of footsteps, meanwhile the little halfborn remained silent and still, hoping that just maybe if he didn't move that he'd go unnoticed.
Sinking his head between his shoulders upon the voice calling out a name which he assumed belonged to the otterling, stiffening his body as the echo of footsteps grew so close he swore they were just around the corner of the pile of debris he hid behind.
"Ah-haa, told you she was near!"
Sucking in his breath, the boy froze in place as the footsteps came to a halt. Whoever the voice was talking to didn't answer but there was an air of something he couldn't quite place that only just appeared upon when the second pair of steps stopped.
"Oh, good, ya found her." a new voice joined in on the fray. He hadn't heard any other footsteps save the two before, so where did this third man come from? "Yep! Now we can be on-- huh!? Curly, where you going!!?" the voice questioned hastily when the otterling turned away from him and waddled over to where the boy had tried to camouflage himself. Biting his chapped lip, the boy shook his head at the otterling as if to try and convince the creature to no reveal him, but the otterling just stared. Head tilted as it made a cute noise, suddenly excited and scurrying closer until she comfortably plopped her body on the boy's lap.
Mouth agap hesitantly and in fear, uncertain of what to do or how to escape this predicament, but before he could even try anything--
"Huh? What's this?"
Eyes darting up and away from the content otterling, the boy stared up at a rather bight-eyed man with an eccentric vibe about his appearance. Smile creasing widely along his lips, a smile that seemed more genuine than the boy had ever seen shot towards his being. "Whatcha find, Fin-Fin?" that mysterious third voice inquired, a face with sharp features and dark-grey locks peeked around the corner, bearing eyes of similar nature to the boy's.
So quiet and unnoticed at first, another pair of eyes had been watching, standing behind the two curious men in what looked like an impatient manner was another man with a bit more age than the other two. This man didn't saying anything, but there was something about his weathered expression that was oddly welcoming.
"What de ya know, it's a little halfborn chickling." the man of half avian nature spoke up with a half smile, leaning against a worn scythe that was taller than himself. "Very much so, Davy," Fin spared him a glance and a crooked smile.
Wary, the boy just stared at them with wide eyes as they talked amongst themselves; not a word- not a movement, just sat there. Momentarily forgoting the otterling that so cutely poked her head up to look over his knees, quite delighted in the boy's presence and as if begging if they could keep him. "That's a good idea, Curly!" Fin blurted out. Eyes shimmering with such a sparkling light of excitement, able to read what the otterling was thinking through her mannerisms. Looking to Davy, it was taking all is strength to stifle this glorious idea and when he was about to relay it to the halfborn man, he was sharply cut off.
"Stop yelling, Finnigan, you're scaring the boy."
Glancing over his shoulder at his fellow necromancer, Finnigan took a second to stick out his bottom lip in a pout before opening his mouth to protest,"Oh, pfft, come now, Erebos, I'm not scaring him!" "I'm not scaring you at all, am I, lad?" shooting the boy a grin, the halfborn boy didn't respond but just stared back at him. Muttering something under his breath, Erebos just shook his head about to say more when the slightly younger necromancer chimed loudly,"Anyway, I say let's keep him!"
Moving sudden as if to scoop the child up in his arms, not quite appropriate actions to the little boy's liking who was still very frightened, Finnigan found his seemingly harmless gesture ended prematurely. Not even getting a foot closer to the boy when he was grabbed by the collar of his jacket. Yanked back firmly and away, he was about to whine in protest when Erebos said sternly,"He is obviously frightened, don't break his personal space or you'll scare him more." Pulling the other back, giving Finnigan a hard stare before turning his focus to the still confused and frozen-in-place boy.
Taking slow steps in approaching the lad, he eased himself into a squatting position as to be at closer eye level with the child. "Hey there, it's alright, we're not going to hurt you," Erebos started, eyes flicking away as to put emphasis on his companions. "What's your name?"
Swallowing, the little boy shifted a little in place, unsure but a bit more relaxed, looking down at the otterling that still occupied his lap, he choked out in a raspy, weak voice,"A-Adam... that is m-my name, s-s-ssir." Slowly Adam's eyes moved to look up at the other, it was just so different from what he was use to, nobody ever acted like this towards him.
"Nice to meet you, Adam, my name is Finnigan but you can call me, Fin-Fin!" Finnigan suddenly said, broken the air of care and comfort that the other necromancer had tried to set. Teeth clamped tight, a flare of annoyance making itself known in Erebos's hard expression but it disappeared shortly after when Adam focused a weary chuckle. "N-nice to meet you too..." Reassured that the avian halfborn child was opening up, Erebos stood back up if not nearly forced out of the way as Finnigan intended to do what he had set out to do before. At least this time Adam didn't seem so scared, surprised still but not scared when the hyper man picked him up. "Holy Dolos, you're as light as a feather~!" Erebos rolled his eyes and Finnigan simply snickered at his little pun, Davy even giving a soft chuckle and observed from a distant. Not being much of sort to get really involved in anything as he adjusted his grey wings and watched in intrigue.
Unfazed, Adam just hung limp and watched in mild amusement, wincing here and there on occasion. "Hmm... What happened there?" out of the blue, Erebos questioned sternly. Eyes narrowed on Adam's bruised wrist, a spark of something dangerous flashed in his eyes as if wondering who would dare hurt a child like this. Only when the other pointed it out did Finnigan take notice, furrowing his brow as he frowned,"I... I... it is..." Adam couldn't quite get the answer out, feeling guilt for no reason at all, it was just the way the two men were looking at him.
"Nevertheless, it'll be fine, we'll get that taken care of and healed in no time." cutting off Adam's rambles, the older necromancer reassured him that it would be alright.
"So does that mean we get to keep him!?" Finnigan bounced on the balls of his feet, grinning big as he looked to Erebos hopefully. "Hmm?!" raising a brow, oddly taken by surprise by the other's sudden question, Erebos for a moment examine the boy before turning his head a way. Crossing his arms, he answered with a deep exhale,"I don't see why not..." There was a glimmer of something, a small spring in the older man's step, acknowledging that this was perhaps the only way he'd ever have a son.
Exclaiming loudly and praising Oblivion, Finnigan rambled off numerous things that he would share and show the boy. Not yet knowing the Adam would later on reveal his fascination of the art of necromancy.
Not quite yet ready to put Adam down and let him walk on his own, Finnigan happily carried him like a little sack of potates. Baffled and still unsure if he may have been dreaming or nor, Adam didn't say much but just savored the feeling, the feeling that these three didn't turn up their noses and curse him. They treated him just like a normal person. Curly at one point or another making her perch on his shoulder, proud of herself in finding this homeless boy.
It was all thanks to her that this little, precious family was even started and completed~
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Scar on Mon Oct 03, 2016 7:01 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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