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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 25, 2012 2:30:27 GMT -5
Devon gazed at her quietly for a moment. "Devon.." He mumbled softly, raising his eyes to the windows of the nursery in the hall.
He stared at all the children curiously, head tilting in wonder. He had never seen so many together like that, each in their own little beds.
His appetite however had been killed, no matter his fascination. "...Why do they keep them in there?"
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 25, 2012 2:39:55 GMT -5
Devon. It was a nice name all in all. Sounded nice with Zander too. She followed his eyes when he asked the question, cocking her head in curiosity. Did he know nothing? Her voice was that of a sister explaining something to a younger sibling, soft and calm. "They keep them there after they are born to make sure nothing is wrong. They take measurements, run tests, and feed them while the mother is recovering. See?" She pointed to a nurse holding one newborn, a bottle in it's mouth.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 25, 2012 2:45:02 GMT -5
"Oh." He smiled faintly as he watched her with the newborn. Little did she know he would turn around and eat on of them if he was hungry enough. "My mamma died giving birth to me and my twin.." He played with one of his snakebites thoughtfully, calm now that he wasn't locked up or restrained.
A moment longer looking at the nursery in awe, he continued down the hall towards the room they had been in before. He wasn't even thinking cannibalistic, but when it came time, he would remember seeing such vulnerable and easy prey here.
But of course, he wouldn't know how wrong it was.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 25, 2012 3:13:30 GMT -5
She looked up at him, startled. Most people did not share such news so easily. "My parents died in a plane crash." She still missed them, her sister too.
She followed him meekly, like she did everything. If she had ever been bold, she had forgotten when. Now only I'm bold, strong. One day I will devour you and it will just be me inhabiting this body. Arice whimpered softly in her throat at Trix's words. She had always known her pelt would one day take over. That's the way it was was for panthera. One way or another, part of them was lost.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 25, 2012 12:14:20 GMT -5
Devon chewed on his snakebites. "Oh, my dad got marrued 'gain, I have two dads now." Glancing around as he walked down the halls, nothing but his curiosity remained. He made his way back towards the room, wondering if Zander was back yet or not, only to find the door locked for maintenance.
If he was done, he was in a different room now. Devon frowned.
(Most Panthera are like lycans, it's just a natural part of them and nothing is different. I suppose Alarice and Trix have a rare personality disorder clash ;) )
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 26, 2012 0:22:11 GMT -5
"well that's good. Hopefully he's happy." It was not in Arice's nature to be bitter, especially when it came to others having something she didn't, like parents. She continued to follow him as he walked. Was he different, like her? He didn't smell human. She decided to make herself useful though. Maybe through interacting with him she could find out. "Any other questions?"
((Arice has only had Trix to tell her about Panthera. Her parents died before explaining it to her, and after their death her sister stopped transforming. When her parents died the split in personalities happened, but it did not become so prevalent until her sister disappeared.))
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 26, 2012 0:30:36 GMT -5
Devon turned around and began down the hall again, pausing to glance in each room, on an unending search for Zander until he knew he was okay.
"Not really.." He mumbled. "I-...Zander saw my wings last night, he's human though...I...I dunno what to tell him 'bout me...I'm not good.." He looked down at the floor as he fell to a halt.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 17:09:49 GMT -5
She stopped short, head cocking to the side quizzically. Wings? What was he? He couldn't be all that bad if he had changed in front of Zander, but had not injured him. Surely someone that refrained from injuing wasn't bad. "Why are you bad? Who told you that?" Careful girl. You don't know what he is, and he doesn't know you from a stick. He could turn on you and kill us both. Shut it Trix. Self-preservation was always on Trix's mind, so no matter what, they would be okay.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 17:42:48 GMT -5
"Dylan told me.." He mumbled, rubbing at his scarred arm, then in turn the scabbed word 'Insane' cut into his stomach. He was, of course, unaware that she might not know who that was.
He paused at another door, frowning and continuing on again, rolling his shoulder in discomfort. He paused as they passed the nursery again, head tilting, and smiled at a young baby watching them with big eyes in someone's arms.
Turning away, he began to walk again. "I don't want Zander to think that too...I wouldn't hurt him..he didn't do nothin' but help me."
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 17:55:19 GMT -5
Dylan. She riffled through the people she knew in her head, wondering if she knew a Dylan. Deciding she didn't she frowned. Who was this Dylan to think he had the right to call this person bad. Devon reminded her of a child, innocent and unaware. He seemed to do whatever he wanted, almost as if he didn't know better.
As she kept up with him she listened, reaching out to him, feeling the need to comfort him. She laid her hand on his arm and smiled up at him. "I'm sure Zander thinks nothing of the sort. He cares about you." That much had been obvious in the room when Devon had locked himself in the bathroom.
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