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daybreakacademy2019-12-12 06:01 pm
hawkwardness) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-12-12 06:01 pm
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Who: Tobias, anyone
What: Birdboy in the days after the Galra plot
When: December 7th onwards
Where: Anywhere on campus, if you want!
Warnings: Harm to small mammals, probable discussion of the kidnapping & all that happened
Winter in France sucks. That's one hawk's very educated opinion, and he's sticking to it. It was not this cold where he used to live. Snow was rare and never lasted long--not to mention that he'd once had clothing and blankets and indoor heating. One of those he can still enjoy, but not when it's time to hunt.
Rude awakenings also suck. He can't recall ever thinking saving the world would be easy and painless, but--he wasn't ready. Maybe he never would have been ready. Could anyone?
What is he to do now? Carry on like nothing happened, it seems. Go to class, study and complete assignments in between classes, hunt when he can. No one is forcing him to, of course. Surely they would understand if he took a couple weeks off. He need only ask... but asking would be dangerously close to admitting his weaknesses. Admitting he can't handle it. Admitting he's in over his head. And that he can never do, not while people need him. It would be the first step down the slippery slope towards losing their trust.
He seems mostly the same as always, going about his usual routines. He's not the most talkative guy, surely no one will notice. He's hungrier than usual, though. Trying for a couple extra kills each day. Gotta gain back the weight he lost--he needs it to deal with the cold.
Unfortunately on top of everything else, the snow is not making it easy. Not as many small animals out and about. At least they're easy to spot against the white background. His latest hunt begins like any other. A sudden dive off of his perch and towards a mouse who suspects nothing, talons gripping it moments later, about to squeeze...
But it bites him with surprisingly sharp little teeth before he can end it and he drops it reflexively. Lucky mouse, unlucky hawk. It's hidden before he has a chance to try again. He should have been faster to kill...
< Great. Good going, me. >
What: Birdboy in the days after the Galra plot
When: December 7th onwards
Where: Anywhere on campus, if you want!
Warnings: Harm to small mammals, probable discussion of the kidnapping & all that happened
Winter in France sucks. That's one hawk's very educated opinion, and he's sticking to it. It was not this cold where he used to live. Snow was rare and never lasted long--not to mention that he'd once had clothing and blankets and indoor heating. One of those he can still enjoy, but not when it's time to hunt.
Rude awakenings also suck. He can't recall ever thinking saving the world would be easy and painless, but--he wasn't ready. Maybe he never would have been ready. Could anyone?
What is he to do now? Carry on like nothing happened, it seems. Go to class, study and complete assignments in between classes, hunt when he can. No one is forcing him to, of course. Surely they would understand if he took a couple weeks off. He need only ask... but asking would be dangerously close to admitting his weaknesses. Admitting he can't handle it. Admitting he's in over his head. And that he can never do, not while people need him. It would be the first step down the slippery slope towards losing their trust.
He seems mostly the same as always, going about his usual routines. He's not the most talkative guy, surely no one will notice. He's hungrier than usual, though. Trying for a couple extra kills each day. Gotta gain back the weight he lost--he needs it to deal with the cold.
Unfortunately on top of everything else, the snow is not making it easy. Not as many small animals out and about. At least they're easy to spot against the white background. His latest hunt begins like any other. A sudden dive off of his perch and towards a mouse who suspects nothing, talons gripping it moments later, about to squeeze...
But it bites him with surprisingly sharp little teeth before he can end it and he drops it reflexively. Lucky mouse, unlucky hawk. It's hidden before he has a chance to try again. He should have been faster to kill...
< Great. Good going, me. >