Post by Fyrann Truax on Aug 3, 2014 8:01:13 GMT -8
Two months after the incident with Kakeru and Fyrann started to feel like he was going downhill again. He left a note for Ayden at the apartment that read: Unable to sleep, went for a walk by the church just down the way. Call me if something comes up.. Truth was he hadn't slept at all for the past three days. If he made it through today without a moment of shut eye, this would be his fourth. However, he had kept the other days of sleeplessness from his lover--not wanting Ayden to worry over him.
As he entered the courtyard of the church, he walked through shallow puddles that had gotten trapped from the week's worth of rainfall. The sky was still overcast and it must've been in the low 40s (*F). The marksman could see his own breath in the air as he viewed one of the older religious buildings, rose bushes outlining the black iron gate surrounding the establishment. The man decided it was best to sit at the wooden bench provided for him; the morning was near silent except for a few low caws of a raven.
"Dreary weather...", he sighed, the dark rings starting to noticeable show under his eyes. A few House sparrows tweeted amongst themselves in the trees, when the raven sounded again and arrived at the base of the puddle some feet away. Fyrann wasn't overly fond of birds but the one in front of him reminded him of home...and how much he missed it. He watched as the large bird dipped its head down to drink from the collected rain water until he lost interest in it and looked away.
"Cr-r-uck"
Truax went to lay his head back against the bench. Another more grating sound emitted from the scavenger and it was this that caught the human's attention. He looked down at where the raven was only to find it had moved closer to him and was now at the other side of the puddle."Cr-r-uck!!". "I don't have any grub for you", he responded and the bird tilted its head, blinked its beady eyes and preened at its feathers.
The sniper shook his head and thought it best to keep walking, rose to his feet and started back the way he arrived from. The rain started up again at a light drizzle and it wasn't long until he heard the flapping of wings behind him. Turning his head over his shoulder he saw the ebony colored fowl gliding after him, its wing tips close to brushing against the ground. 'Maybe this one is too dependent on humans', he tried to reason with himself. But when the bird landed and the soldier swung his foot menacingly at it, all it did was croak obnoxiously at his boot and sprung back out of surprise, wings beating wildly and then they readjusted in their more ruffled appearance on its back--staring at the White Rabbit squad leader like it knew him. "I said sod off!", the man shouted finally..to which the bird simply stared. The prophet shook his head and groaned and continued down the sidewalk a ways with the raven tailing behind in the same fashion as before. Low short glides, stopping whenever he halted just out of reach by foot. In his building frustration, the sniper leaned down to grab a loosened rock from a nearby planter, turned around and threw it directly at the annoying bird. The raven made all kinds of protest even though the rock hadn't struck it--but was damn near close, and hightailed it away from the soldier to fly off to who-knew-where. Fyrann was covered in a cold sweat, his nerves on edge from that abnormal experience. "I really just need to get home", he muttered, wiping at his face with his hand, shakily from being so exhausted.
As he entered the courtyard of the church, he walked through shallow puddles that had gotten trapped from the week's worth of rainfall. The sky was still overcast and it must've been in the low 40s (*F). The marksman could see his own breath in the air as he viewed one of the older religious buildings, rose bushes outlining the black iron gate surrounding the establishment. The man decided it was best to sit at the wooden bench provided for him; the morning was near silent except for a few low caws of a raven.
"Dreary weather...", he sighed, the dark rings starting to noticeable show under his eyes. A few House sparrows tweeted amongst themselves in the trees, when the raven sounded again and arrived at the base of the puddle some feet away. Fyrann wasn't overly fond of birds but the one in front of him reminded him of home...and how much he missed it. He watched as the large bird dipped its head down to drink from the collected rain water until he lost interest in it and looked away.
"Cr-r-uck"
Truax went to lay his head back against the bench. Another more grating sound emitted from the scavenger and it was this that caught the human's attention. He looked down at where the raven was only to find it had moved closer to him and was now at the other side of the puddle."Cr-r-uck!!". "I don't have any grub for you", he responded and the bird tilted its head, blinked its beady eyes and preened at its feathers.
The sniper shook his head and thought it best to keep walking, rose to his feet and started back the way he arrived from. The rain started up again at a light drizzle and it wasn't long until he heard the flapping of wings behind him. Turning his head over his shoulder he saw the ebony colored fowl gliding after him, its wing tips close to brushing against the ground. 'Maybe this one is too dependent on humans', he tried to reason with himself. But when the bird landed and the soldier swung his foot menacingly at it, all it did was croak obnoxiously at his boot and sprung back out of surprise, wings beating wildly and then they readjusted in their more ruffled appearance on its back--staring at the White Rabbit squad leader like it knew him. "I said sod off!", the man shouted finally..to which the bird simply stared. The prophet shook his head and groaned and continued down the sidewalk a ways with the raven tailing behind in the same fashion as before. Low short glides, stopping whenever he halted just out of reach by foot. In his building frustration, the sniper leaned down to grab a loosened rock from a nearby planter, turned around and threw it directly at the annoying bird. The raven made all kinds of protest even though the rock hadn't struck it--but was damn near close, and hightailed it away from the soldier to fly off to who-knew-where. Fyrann was covered in a cold sweat, his nerves on edge from that abnormal experience. "I really just need to get home", he muttered, wiping at his face with his hand, shakily from being so exhausted.