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Post by cho2 on Jan 22, 2009 2:23:03 GMT -6
Feathery, fragile swan persons should not piss off hungry big bad wolves. Not unless they wish to be the main course at a banquet, that is. You can be a little bastard if you like, as long as you don’t mind me being a bigger one. And, yeah, you keep that up, you’re gonna die young. Kid.
Tore shook his head. "And sometimes I think you try to piss me off. Thought I'm probably right in this cass. Personally, I don't care if I die or not. I think I do sometimes and then other times I figure it would be nicer just to die. After all, who wants to have to live with broken wings?" It was the first time he had admitted to someone else that his wings were virtually useless. He could still fly, but just barely. He had a better chance on land any day. It was all that tigers fault. He was going to find that weretiger too.
"Besides, who says I'm fragile. Feathery yes, but fragile. Come on furry give me some credit. A kid, as you like to call me, doesn't survive on his own if he's fragile...unless he has money. Then he might get a shot."
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Post by thorn on Jan 22, 2009 2:43:48 GMT -6
Thorn had never been a sucker for kids. They were, in his estimation, little pseudo adults who whined and complained and though of nothing but themselves. But to hear those words out of a boy that young chilled him. Hell, the kid sounded like him.
“Money, huh? So, does that mean you have it, or that you want it?” And then his voice softened. “Tell me about the wings. If you want to.” The bitterness in Tore’s voice was so familiar. He left it open, taking another bit of burger while the young man thought. Thorn was a stranger, and a threatening stranger; there was no reason for Tore to tell him. But sometimes, with some things, it was easier to get out to a stranger, to someone you’d never see again.
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Post by cho2 on Jan 22, 2009 2:58:07 GMT -6
"Money?" Tore scoffed. "Don't I wish that you have money. It would make my life a whole lot easier. Unfortunately I'm not that lucky. Some of my family is, but when you skip town without a note, that tends to cut you off from any money that you might be able to coerce from the family."
Tore took a deep breath and took another bite finishing off his first burger. His shoulderblades ached thinking about his wings. "Weretigers are idiots," Tore half-muttered half-spoke the thought aloud. "Especially on the full moon. They attack before they think. As a human, I can fight. Maybe hold my own. As a swan I don't have a chance. The reason I can barely use my wings anymore." More than he had told his father. He had been too disgraced. His mother had known though. Somehow, she had known.
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Post by thorn on Jan 22, 2009 3:19:00 GMT -6
He stared at Tore then, burger half way to his mouth. “So, what’ll money fix? I’m serious. I’m not mocking you. I need to know. And the wings… You can still shift, right?”
He wasn’t about to tell Tore that there as a good chance that the tiger who had torn his wings was already dead, that if it was the same tigers, they would never bother anyone, swan or otherwise, ever again.
“Did your wings heal wrong, is that it? There are doctors. Shifter doctors, that can use our own healing to fix old injuries sometimes. Breaks that didn’t set right, even some silver damage, I’m told.”
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Post by cho2 on Jan 22, 2009 21:57:02 GMT -6
"Money doesn't fix anything it just makes things easier," Tore said taking a bite of his second burger. "And I don't know what happened to my wings, I never cared enough to pay attention. It's kind of hard to when you're in pain like I was. I know that they were mangled. That I could have died. I was in pain when they told me what was going on. I thought I would die so why would I care what happened to my wings. But I didn't die. I'm sill here and alive to harrass you. No...I lost my wings. Someone might be able to heal them some day if I'm lucky, but I don't know and I don't have the time to find out. I have other things to do like keep a low profile. Something you can understand."
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Post by thorn on Jan 22, 2009 22:14:36 GMT -6
“No, money doesn’t fix anything, but sometimes it helps. And you’re right about easier. You need help making things easier? I can spare a few bills, if you need it.” Thorn kept it casual; the kid was prickly enough. “And what do you do when you’re not keeping a low profile? I’d imagine that gets boring after awhile.”
The kid annoyed him, yeah, but he also was interested. This was no street kid, used to the hard life. This kid had belonged somewhere once, and Thorn wondered where, and why he was out here alone. Hell, even wolves had pack, and they were predators. This kid was a happy meal.
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Post by cho2 on Jan 22, 2009 23:21:34 GMT -6
"I don't need money, I have a job....that's how I keep a low profile though ti's probably stupid." Tore chuckled softly. "My boss if going to kill me one of these days. Though it did help me find out that I can lie. I was raised not to, but...desperate times call for desperate measures don't they...and I have no problem with doing that when necessary. Unfortunately the law doesn't account for that. It's ridiculous how that goes isn't it?"
Tore took another bite out of the burger in his hand and shook his head. He was apparently becoming terrible at keeping secrets. If he wasn't careful, he was going to start spilling out how old he was and where he worked. Things that would get him in trouble. Just what he needed. Just as much as another encounter with another were on a full moon.
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Post by thorn on Jan 22, 2009 23:36:57 GMT -6
Nope, no street kid. And that was bad. Street kids knew how to stay safe; they had to, to survive. Thorn set down his burger and stared at Tore.
“Look, Tore. I’m not going to hurt you. And I’m not trying to scam you. But you’re not safe in this city on your own. Don’t you have people somewhere? Family? Why the hell are you out here?”
He was being blunt, but he was concerned, and where the hell was all this caring coming from? That wasn’t Thorn. Not at all.
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Post by cho2 on Jan 23, 2009 0:28:05 GMT -6
Look, Tore. I’m not going to hurt you. And I’m not trying to scam you. But you’re not safe in this city on your own. Don’t you have people somewhere? Family? Why the hell are you out here?
Anger flashed in Tore's eyes but he supressed it. "I left my family for a reason. They're looking for me, but it'll be better for them once they forget about me. If I die...I die. If I live, I live. I'm here because it's better that way. I am old enough to make that choice I've survive so far pretty damn well so that's that. I may be a kid, but I can handle things. My father taught me how to fight back...and I can do it well enough too. I've survived this long. When I die, I die. We all die eventually. Besides why do you care, you want to eat me anyway."
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Post by thorn on Jan 23, 2009 21:34:55 GMT -6
Thorn sighed. So young. So bitter. So like himself at that age. “You’re right, Tore, as far as that goes. Everybody dies. It’s just a matter of when and how. But that’s not all of life. Trust me there.”
Yeah, right. Trust the big bad wolf. Thorn picked up the burger again, taking another bite, using the time to think about his next words.
“I never wanted to eat you. If I had, I wouldn’t be sitting here eating Bossie the cow. I’d have spooked you, herded you and had you for lunch. So relax. I’m not the enemy.” He felt for the kid, in a way. Alone and hunted by every true predator, making a way for himself in the shadows. Yeah, Thorn understood.
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