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daybreakacademy2020-05-06 07:59 pm
hawkwardness) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-05-06 07:59 pm
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nobody loves me everybody hates me
Who: Tobias, anyone!
What: Guess I'll go eat worms~ (and befriend a cat)
Where: Around campus
When: First week of May
Warnings: None as of yet!
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It's a wonderful rainy spring day. Enough rain to drive the worms out, where they wiggle helplessly on the surface... worms worms everywhere, and one hawk who doesn't belong anywhere near France fluttering near the ground. Strange behavior, and not his usual unhawklike brand of strange.
It seems he's not bothering to hunt down proper prey today. No, he's gobbling down the earthworms. Find a worm, flip it in the air, swallow it whole, move on to the next... Tasty guilt-free protein lying all over the ground for him to scoop up, who is he to turn it down? Work smart, not hard, as they say. It means no sitting perfectly still on a branch between classes, bored, waiting and watching for something to move. And he's eaten less appetizing things. Like roadkill, one terrible week when his meadow dried up.
The rain isn't bothering him as much as some might assume. That's the nice thing about feathers, his skin need never get wet. All in all, it's not a bad day. The only real downside is that he'll have to figure out a way to avoid dripping everywhere when he goes to class!
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Later on, once his belly is full, classes are finished for the day, and the rain has dried up a bit... it's time for something else new. There's a thin boy, wearing a red shirt with three feathers on it, parked on a bench near the edge of campus. A quieter place, with less foot traffic. This is important--not for him, but for his new friend, who followed him the other day when he walked back from town. The mysterious, rarely-seen boy looks about fourteen or fifteen, a skinny teen who's probably going to be tall someday and is already above average for his age.
He's laid out a bowl of cat food a few feet away and settled in to wait. It's a completely different kind of hunt, one with a happier ending for all involved, but it takes the same kind of patience. He's reading a book, not looking around, knowing that'll make the kitty feel more comfortable. Maybe, just maybe...
What: Guess I'll go eat worms~ (and befriend a cat)
Where: Around campus
When: First week of May
Warnings: None as of yet!
A
It's a wonderful rainy spring day. Enough rain to drive the worms out, where they wiggle helplessly on the surface... worms worms everywhere, and one hawk who doesn't belong anywhere near France fluttering near the ground. Strange behavior, and not his usual unhawklike brand of strange.
It seems he's not bothering to hunt down proper prey today. No, he's gobbling down the earthworms. Find a worm, flip it in the air, swallow it whole, move on to the next... Tasty guilt-free protein lying all over the ground for him to scoop up, who is he to turn it down? Work smart, not hard, as they say. It means no sitting perfectly still on a branch between classes, bored, waiting and watching for something to move. And he's eaten less appetizing things. Like roadkill, one terrible week when his meadow dried up.
The rain isn't bothering him as much as some might assume. That's the nice thing about feathers, his skin need never get wet. All in all, it's not a bad day. The only real downside is that he'll have to figure out a way to avoid dripping everywhere when he goes to class!
B
Later on, once his belly is full, classes are finished for the day, and the rain has dried up a bit... it's time for something else new. There's a thin boy, wearing a red shirt with three feathers on it, parked on a bench near the edge of campus. A quieter place, with less foot traffic. This is important--not for him, but for his new friend, who followed him the other day when he walked back from town. The mysterious, rarely-seen boy looks about fourteen or fifteen, a skinny teen who's probably going to be tall someday and is already above average for his age.
He's laid out a bowl of cat food a few feet away and settled in to wait. It's a completely different kind of hunt, one with a happier ending for all involved, but it takes the same kind of patience. He's reading a book, not looking around, knowing that'll make the kitty feel more comfortable. Maybe, just maybe...
A
I suppose any bird would eat worms, but were you not judging my food choices before?
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< I'm willing to take the chance Dracula hasn't been out here poisoning the worms. Just saying. >
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[Wait, what.] < ...Milk older than I am. Seriously? Why would a vampire have milk, period? >
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[Who's petshaming who?!]
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[Just say no to bathing.] < Worth it for the easy lunch. >
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[That, and he needs every scrap of pride in himself he can get.]
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[Kind of comes with the whole apocalypse deal, let alone everything else.]
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[So deadpan it might be funny, and that's probably on purpose.]