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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Jan 13, 2009 23:27:49 GMT -4
It was a cool autumn's day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing... And he was stuck indoors doing the inventory of the music store that he was working at, in the place of his lazy manager. Sighing faintly, the man tore his light purple gaze away from the tempting outdoors, and returned to documenting the oh-so-exhilarating task or documenting the stock on the shelves. Maybe that was why his manager always passed the task on to him – the man didn't want to be bored out his mind, either! What was annoying Towian, however, was that they weren't even permitted to have the door open for some fresh air to come in, even when there was a nice breeze. It would apparently 'chill the customers to the bone'. Ha. Yeah right.
Rolling up the navy blue sleeves of his uniform shirt, the Wind Demon smirked to himself as he thought of blowing the door open, or making his manager think that he was going crazy. But, of course, he'd likely be found out, because the man got bored far too easily. Hearing the sound of the bell ring a few times as a customer entered the store, Towian paused long enough to give the woman a friendly smile that quickly faded when she looked down her nose at him, like he was something dirty. He frowned, wanting to retaliate, but thought better of it. He kind of, sort of needed to keep his job. Muttering to himself under his breath unpleasant things about a certain unpleasant person, the man went to the back of the store, and reached up with the end of a pen he was holding, and used it to count CDs before marking the numbers down on a sheet that was in the clipboard that he was holding. There was no time like the present to get started...
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Post by Khallayne on Jan 14, 2009 0:02:38 GMT -4
The beautiful autumn day had the man smiling as he roamed down the streets as the sound of his friend’s claws skittered across the cobblestone. He could hear the murmurs of people as he passed, walking leisurely, ignoring the muffled gasps and the attention that was being brought his way. Lots of makeup covered the scars on his face, and hid the fact that his eyes were gauged out, and his face was covered in scars, much like most of his body. It was sunny out, he could feel it shinning upon his skin like the poisonous acid that it was. The moonlight was much better to his body as he allowed a handle to drop loosely down the chain that was connected to his hip, brushing the head of the creature that walked beside him, giving him a mental rundown of everyone that passed. Their looks, their features, what they were wearing, how scruffy he looked in his new style of clothing. Nothing bypassed the little dragon that waddled along, purposely bringing more attention to the blind man.
Covered in baggy clothes with ripped knees and the look of one of high fashion but the faintest taint of wilderness was Caeid. His darkly tanned skin glowing healthily under the sun, and no facial flaws showing unless someone shoved their nose in his face. Sunglasses rested upon his face, dark, too dark. It was obvious that they couldn’t be seen through, but it didn’t matter as long as it covered the deepest part of the hideous appearance of his face. The rest of his body was covered in a myriad of scars, not that he was showing much skin in his long sleeve shirt, and his baggy pants. The only good thing about the torture was the fact that no one could see his markings anymore, since they had followed them with their blade while attempting to get him to fold to their will. Poor humans. Taking away the only tool that they had of noticing him.
Pale blond hair rested in a disarrayed mess upon his head, styled such to give him an appealing look as he walked down the street. His companion was by any means a rarer site. Pitch black in colour, though truly a violet blue that only showed in the sunlight, even his eyes were foreboding, the darkest colours of the abyss. He was small, his back going only to the man’s knee as he strolled around by his side, not being much of a watch-dragon. Since when were baby dragons guides for the blind? Well... When the blind were the ones that had stumbled upon the egg and kept you safe and secure for the past 300 years. Of course, the little dragon could mature at will now, and shrink at will... But, no one needed to know that much!
~Theatre show, dazzling dancer... Sounds boring... So no.... Shopping mall? Dragged you there yesterday... So nah.... Girl with an ugly slut pink shirt revealing her bust and shaking her hips in our direction?... Oh god... Run! RUN! Run I say! Move faster... Oh wait.... You can’t!~ The dragon monologued with a snicker as a smile crept into the blind man’s face, listening to his old friend tease him. It was nice to know that someone didn’t mean anything bad by the words.
Anything else? There must be a place that we can go... That chick sounds scary! Run Fernando! RUN! The man spoke mentally, chuckling as he felt the dragon nip at his leg. The nickname got him every single time.
~Watch it, blindie, you’ll walk yourself to the grocery store next time! Wait... FLEE! She’s coming this way! Ahhhhhhh!~ Izkaelon nearly yelped mentally as he scurried forward, causing the man to follow with haste, matching his longer legs to the dragon’s pace.
Where are we...?
~DOOR!~ The little dragon called out.
Too late...
Oouffff Caeid thought as he felt his face make collision with the door as his legs entangled in the dragon’s legs. It was only the sound of the bell that warned the poor man that he was inside the shop. Disoriented as his little dragon friend scurried inside, sweeping his tail behind him before the door closed.
~Better walk forward, Bucko, the customers aren’t going to like you being a better doorstopper than buyer...~ The black dragon spoke as he walked forward, hauling the blind guy behind him. ~CDSSSSSSSSSS! OH.My.GAWD! I luuuuuuv CDS! Can we get sum CDz, plz? Plz?~ The black dragon nearly cooed out as his front paws went up on a display and his nose was shoved against the titles.
Sure... What are you looking for? The Akma-Deiros chuckled softly, his fingers brushing the cases gently as he relished in the break of movement. Talk about enough excitement for one day.
But the dragon was silent as he roamed around, letting his friend feel out the right CD. He always knew what he wanted. Maybe they would get a movie too! Those were always fun! He got to be the narrator!
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Jan 14, 2009 8:56:42 GMT -4
Towian had just finished the top row of one particular shelf that seemed to hold the dustiest collections he'd ever seen. He sneezed, again, and was about to start a row that wasn't so far above his head when he heard the door open with some force. He flinched at the sound, a little startled, and turned to look at what he had expected to be some armed robber. Still a little stunned, it took him a moment of two's wide-eyed staring to realize that it was a blind man and a... baby dragon on a leash? He blinked, the information his eyes were feeding him not really wanting to sink in. Dragons and leashes just didn't work, especially not inside a music store. What the hell...? Was all that seemed to cross his mind at the sight. And then the little overgrown lizard looked like he was about to eat a very unhealthy snack.
The man came forward, intending to ask the man to remove his... companion from the store, when a thought struck him. He was blind. Blind people usually had seeing-eye dogs. What if this was a seeing-eye dragon? By the gods, how his day was getting more messed up as it progressed... Maybe this was some horrible, horrible nightmare, and he had knocked himself out after jumping out of a plane? Nah. He couldn’t possibly ever be so lucky. Sighing to himself at the thought, the man brought himself back to the present, and looked at the odd pair with some curiosity, and foreboding at the knowledge that he was to serve them. Well…. The blind man he could handle… The Wind Demon just wasn’t so sure about the mini-dragon thing that he was guessing was supposed to be leading the man around. How in the world did the man manage to train the thing, in the first place?! How bizarre…
“Excuse me, sir, can I help you with anything?” He said politely as he approached the pair, pointedly ignoring the little black thing that currently had its nose shoved against some CDs. Just as long as he didn’t have to clean them later… That was all that he asked. Besides, he didn’t have to look at it, right? He could just ignore it and explain to his manager that he had absolutely no idea how the store got turned upside down because he was busy serving a blind man. Yes. Good. He would most certainly be believed… And then promptly fired. Still, the thought of the man coming in there, by accident or no, was a bit amusing to Towian. Oh, he didn’t think that the whole blind thing was funny, just that he seemed to have either come in by accident, or couldn’t figure out how to work the door.
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Post by Khallayne on Jan 14, 2009 11:04:17 GMT -4
His time was being consumed by the Cds, the large array of them just captivating his mind as he saw every single one of their covers in his head, their names being whispered in the back of his senses by the dragon when he inquired of them. It was a sin really that there was no Akma-Deiros music in the lands anymore. It would have been lovely to have bought something that could have lasted through the ages. And he knew that that was exactly what the little creature at his legs were hoping for. For him to find some abstract band that could be a group of Akma-Deiros making the best of their time in this world, it would be hard to murder famous people in plain sight, after all. But he wasn’t going to get his hopes up as he continued to stroll down the rows, allowing his fingers to brush against everything, gently fumbling with a case before putting it back in his spot, Izkaelon offering a wing as aid when the man needed it. It was only then that he sensed the presence of the store clerk walking towards them. He flinched internally, scared that the man was going to kick them out of the shop because he had a dragon attached to his hip, not to mention that they had entered the shop so rudely.
~Do you really think that he will kick us out because I dragged you through the door?~ Izkaelon inquired softly, his nose falling into the man’s hand as a sign of affection as the clerk drew closer, gently pulling himself away from the CDs. A soft thud hit the ground as the dragon went on all fours and walked between the man and Caeid, looking up at him pointedly with intelligent eyes. It was almost as though he was saying: You make fun of him, and it will be with me that you will have the problem!
A gentle smile crept across his lips as he felt the man’s emotions tingling across his skin. It was the sarcastic tones that caused him to shiver faintly, knowing that he wasn’t really welcome here, and the amusement that traveled through the man was getting him nervous. Perhaps he shouldn’t be in the store? It was always how he felt when he had to go into new places that weren’t accustomed to him. People always treated him so harshly. “Well, would you happen to have some somewhat decent horror movies, and a few comedies? I am also interested in music that is soft to the ears but that has almost a magical tilt in it, that captivates you. If not, heavy metal and folk will do just fine.”
~And don’t forget about my classical! My G-a-w-d, I’m sure the world has never seen a rich Akma-Deiros Heavy Metal rocker before.~ The dragon snickered faintly, acting as though he was interested in a bug on the floor, pouncing after it for the heck of it. Easiest way to fool people. Act innocent and lovable.
Caeid paused for a moment, looking down at the dragon, pondering the reason for his movements. It wasn’t that he was being tugged, but the dragon wasn’t giving him a rundown of everything, which left him to much confusion. “And Country… If you have a moment.” He added politely as he knelt down for a second, placing a hand upon his friend to calm him. The last thing he needed was to be thrown into a large group of people, or CDs and to knock everything down. It wouldn’t be fun in the least. At least this man was somewhat patient.
~Only because of his job. Isn’t this a cruel world that we live in?~ The black dragon pondered as he licked the man’s hand, and resumed his activities after a moment.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Jan 14, 2009 11:22:01 GMT -4
Towian smiled politely in response to the man’s smile, even though he knew he couldn’t see it. Habit, he supposed. Still, he shifted faintly as the little dragon got between the two of them, seemingly protectively, and merely listened to the man as he ran off his list of CDs and movies. Well then… “That’s quite the list there, sir.” He said, gentle laughter creeping into h is voice. What variety. “I’m sure I can find something for you.” He said, peering down at the dragon as he chased after some bug or figment of its imagination. Towian merely raised a brow at it before turning his attention back to his customer. “Would you like to start with your movies first?” He asked, only now noticing how the man was dressed. For some reason, it looked to him like he was trying to look like some poor guy off the streets, and failing horribly. Why did people like to dress that way, these days? Why pay for holes in your clothes that you can make yourself the good ol’ fashioned way?
“I hope I’m not intruding by asking, but… Why a dragon?” The Wind Demon asked, unable to resist asking about it. Despite his effort to ignore the little creature, it was the only thing on his mind that he couldn’t just shift away and ponder on later. Seriously… Why not a dog, or even some overgrown feline, or… Oh, he didn’t know… Something that wasn’t so widely hunted, feared, and hated?
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Post by Khallayne on Jan 14, 2009 12:47:37 GMT -4
~He’s smiling. I think he likes you.~ The dragon started with the rundown of everything that was happening, listening to the laughter that crept into his voice at the tone. His eyes, however, rested upon the clerk and didn’t move. He was judging the man, sizing him up and making sure that he wouldn’t insult his companion. He always felt so nervous while walking around with the man. It was as though people didn’t like him or something. It wasn’t as though the man was bad! He was very kind, and would offer you the shirt off of his back if the occasion occurred. People simply didn’t trust him, and it wasn’t his fault that he dressed funny. He went by comfort and not by what they looked like. Who was he to tell him not to take a pair of ripped up jeans when his friend was comfortable in them? Hmmm… Who was he to let other people make fun of the way he dressed. The man had a hard enough time finding the buttons on his shirt on a bad day. He wasn’t going to ever make him feel left out of life.
The Akma-Deiros’ smile widened faintly as his dragon spoke as his head tilted downwards faintly. I’m sure he does. I’m positive that he can’t wait until we are out of his store. Caeid chuckled, allowing a hand to run through his hair nervously at the comment of the list. Was it really so bizarre? So different than what other people would have gotten? “Thank you for youe kindness. Anything is fine, really. I’m not the picky one.” The blond haired man commented softly, nodding at the words that followed. He was being so helpful… And, he didn’t feel the man staring at him. That was a good sign. Perhaps he wasn’t even fully aware that he was blind… Wait… It was hard to miss, wasn’t it? The dragon had told him that his glasses were too dark, but they were the only ones that hid the scars.
As the man eyed his clothes, the dragon seemed to understand what he was thinking as his body went down in a crouch, and his tail slashed threateningly at the man, his eyes narrowing faintly at the other, glaring in their abyss-like way. ~Comment on his appearance out loud, boy. And I’ll make sure that you know first hand what it is like to choose clothes when you can’t see.~ The snarling voice of the dragon entered the Wind Demon’s mind. He wasn’t the cute little critter anymore. This man was judging his. He despised when people did such a repulsive thing as that. It was as though they had nothing better to do than to comment on what they had, or what they thought was best, and check to see what others lacked.
Oblivious to Izkaelon’s comment to the other, the man couldn’t help but chuckle faintly. “Dragon’s are… Misunderstood. People believe them to be cruel and ferocious when really their only fault is that they care a tad too much. So… When I stumbled upon the egg, I couldn’t help but keep it, and raise him under my roof. He is, by all means, a free creature. He could snap this leash easily. He stays with me because he wants to protect me.” It was only after the spoken words that the Akma-Deiros allowed his eyes to stray a bit towards the ground, his thoughts lost in the back of his mind. It is because he will never judge me… Or try to kill me… Dragons are the last of the dying old races… One that will never be seen again, much like the Ours. He felt the sorrow rush through his heart, the strong emotions bringing a searing pain within his chest. His powers clenching in recognition. His life was as much of a curse as it was a gift. He was strong, his dark red markings long since scratched off of his skin, but he had always had the potential to feel. And it was those emotions that kept him within the vicinity of humans. He didn’t want to lose that sense of feeling. If he went into the wild, it would be gone. If he staid, he could be hunted. The world was an unusual place with queer ideas indeed.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Jan 14, 2009 22:44:38 GMT -4
Feeling someone's eyes on him, the man looked down only to see that the little dragon wasn't exactly... Cute, anymore – if one could call a dragon cute. He was still trying to get used to having a dragon guide a blind man around. He would work on the cute thing, if he ever had to again. He was warming to the idea, really, he was! Just... slowly. The Wind Demon couldn't help but feel like the little one was far more than it appeared, and much, much more intelligent than he was letting on. Of course, he had no real experience with the creatures, so who was he to say? Still, as the other man spoke again, Towian glanced back up at him, returning most of his attention back to his customer, even if he was a little nervous in the back of his mind. Him? Nervous! What a miracle! He was pretty sure only near-death experiences did that... Was he about to die?
“You're not the picky one?” He repeated, a little baffled by the statement. “Your friend has a preference, then?” He smiled faintly, the expression ever so faintly strained at the thought of the dragon once more. The creature was beginning to make him uncomfortable. Aaaaaand then the little pest decided that he wanted to speak to him. Did anyone ever tell you how... unsettling it is to have a dragon speak into your mind, uttering a threat? Towian shifted faintly, having jumped a bit at the little one's words. He looked at it, his eyes a little wider than they should be, a little tense. What had that been all about? He hadn't even gone anywhere near talking about the man's appearance! Yeah. As if he'd go around telling everyone that they all looked like bums. Sure, if he had a death wish... If anything, it was the Demon's greatest dream to go down valiantly, with a mob out for his blood. He couldn't help it if things lie that crossed his mind, however. Who would shoot him for thinking things? Wait. Thinking. He had thought it. He looked at the dragon once more, with a mixture of curiosity and apprehensiveness. The thing had been reading his thought. Talk about an invasion of privacy.
“I guess I'm one of the ignorant ones. I don't think I've ever seen a dragon show any amount of kindness towards a human, but, then again, yours is the first I've seen in person.” He replied, the new knowledge aiding slightly in his understanding of the black dragon, but not much. He supposed he would have to spend a lot more time with it, to understand it even only a little bit, Overprotective, huh? Lovely... He thought, glancing at the dragon with his light purple eyes for a moment. “The movie section is behind you to your left, if you'll follow me.” He said after a moment's silence, gesturing the direction out of pure habit, before moving around the man to lead the way, almost as if to break off the dragon's stare. He was liking the creature less and less all the time.
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Post by Khallayne on Jan 14, 2009 23:15:00 GMT -4
Caeid chuckled softly, nodding as his mind finally caught up with what he was saying. He didn’t want to scare the clerk any. But there was no reason to hide that the little one was intelligent. Especially not when the little dragon spent so much of his time around him. Of course, had he known that Izkaelon was being so utterly rude, he would have forced the dragon to wait at the door. Thinking him well behaved today, he decided to let the dragon walk with him, instead of snapping out the white cane that he despised so much. It made him feel as though he didn’t belong in civilization at all. As though he really was a freak to need such an aid when he was supposed to be a creature of the gods. Born directly from the bloodline of Sensitivity, Kindness, and Assertion, his bloodline was a rare one indeed. Never had a soul imprinted on him, and nor was it likely to happen in this day and age. It was only now, as old as time itself, that he was understanding the longing for company that the Akma-Deiros desired. But it was far too late for that...
“That he does! But he is a gentle soul, more bark than bite, I assure you. With the finest tastes in classical music... And country, though he’ll never admit to it.” The man chuckled as he felt the other’s emotions change. It made him uneasy, as though he wanted to leave this place immediately, and never return. He didn’t even know what, really. Gently his hand tugged on the leash, and the dragon walked up to him, resting his nose into the man’s hand, nuzzling his fingertips. Anything to bring the Akma-Deiros comfort. The man’s nerves were already shot... Blindness had done it to him. It would be millenias before his eyes healed, though that was only a simple whisk of air in the man’s lifetime.
“ You are by far not as ignorant as you say. Dragon’s hide their love and security behind cold walls and a certain cruelty. It all depends who can melt down that wall. The Deiros offered, running a hand through his hair again. Bad habit indeed. People could read him when he did that. But the movement also caused the sleeve of his shirt to lift, revealing scared wrists, the insides nearly gutted open. How he had managed to survive the wounds, no one would ever know. But it almost hinted at suicidal tendencies... Who would be cruel enough to ensure that such a torture would come?
“ Thank you for all your help!” The Man spoke happily as he followed Towian around the store, the little dragon watching the man closely, the faintest of smirks of victory upon his face as he placed his tail into the blind man’s hand and proceeded to walk along. This was going to be fun!
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Jan 15, 2009 19:51:09 GMT -4
The Wind Demon looked at the man as he chuckled, his head tilted faintly. Had he said something funny? Ah well. It wouldn't be the first time that he had missed some joke or other... Unless the people who laughed were laughing at his expense. Still, the blind one didn't strike him as cruel or cold. He seemed quite friendly, actually. Unlike his little friend, but he wasn't supposed to be catering to the dragon. Or so he thought until the man actually confirmed that it was the little overgrown lizard that had specific tastes in music and such. Damn it all to hell. He was pretty certain the little beast wouldn't settle for anything less that what he considered acceptable. Heck, he might as well pick up the creature and pick out the CDs with him while the other man waited by the counter! That was assuming, of course, that the dragon thought his friend safe enough by a harmless counter, since he seemed to think that someone else's private thoughts were a threat.
“Classical and a secret love for country, huh?” Towian chuckled, smirking a bit at the little black dragon. “We got some new stock in recently, actually, so there should be lots there.” He finished, before making his over to the movie section and ignoring the comment about dragons hiding their affection, halting near the shelf. “How scary do you like your horror movies? I've watched most of these, actually... I have a lot of free time, when I'm not working.” He asked, looking through some of the titles and pulling out a few that he considered 'decent' or better, and a few that were 'okay' horror movies. but really good psychological thrillers. What could he say? He liked the thrill they gave him, and he couldn't really fund an adventure of his own most of the time... So he improvised. The only downside was that a lot of movies had the same basic storyline, which made a lot of the newest movies boring.
The Towian stood and turned to face the pair after having put a few comedies into the mix of movies that he had selected, waiting to hear the answer to see which ones he would put back, and to see if he should grab any more. That, and he was hoping that the man would include how many he wanted... It would be helpful, indeed.
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