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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 8, 2011 7:12:41 GMT -10
 Cheveyo .. Wild Son
Sweat and spray mingled on Cheveyo's bare chest as he heaved a sigh and laid the kayak's paddle across his lap. The sun glinted like shards of white glass from the wake of the small craft, moving on its own momentum born of the man's furious paddling. He tipped his head back to relax his neck, before sitting up and looking at the sparrow perched on the prow of his long, skinny boat. He'd been experimenting with the bird lately, to see if he could replicate the easy connection he had with Janos Slynt, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it would take more work, but birds are significantly more single-minded than predators, and it would follow that it would be easier... Bah. He sent his mind out to the little bird again, seeing through its eyes as he willed his wings to take flight. Flying was a new experience for sure, but the bird had been flying its entire life, and he trusted its knowledge. He lost himself more and more in the experience, feeling the wind manipulated under his wings, the way a gust would raise him up and drop him when it left, and soon he found himself looking down on his own head, adrift in the lake closer to shore than he'd really have liked. He dismissed the bird, and released himself back into his own mind.
He blinked, adjusted to his own body, and began paddling again, the narrow prow cutting the water swiftly and never slowing until it scraped the shore. He jumped out, waded to shore, and dragged his kayak to a point where it wouldn't drift away. He dropped his paddle, and sat on the grass, breathing in the scent of earth and grass and water, wrinkling his nose as the stink of burning oil from the nearby harbor infiltrated his meditation. Suddenly, the taste of bird's blood hit his mouth. He smiled, and turned as Janos Slynt approached him, black eyes glittering and a bloody feather still on his lips. He smiled and ruffled the coyote's ears, before turning his eyes back to the early morning water, not yet crowded with motor boats.
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Post by zombiie on Jun 8, 2011 15:06:29 GMT -10
Nova
Nova looked down at the ground as she walked, her mystical hazel eyes tearing up with sadness. She wanted to go into the woods, take a boat maybe. She was wearing a pink summer dress with pink fishnet gloves. Not really the hiking uniform, but Nova didn't care. She was actually hoping that a briar would cut her, or she would fall in the dirt and maybe never get up. She sighed as a tear made it's breakthrough and rolled down her pale cheek. She kept walking, unaware of the man kayaking.
She finally lifted her head, her black hair covering her eyes. She saw the strong looking man and stared. She'd never seen someone actually out here at the Harbor during this time. Especially with a kayak. Who was he?
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 8, 2011 15:38:36 GMT -10
Janos Slynt's sharp ears heard the sound of shoes on grass from behind, and man and coyote turned heads as one as a girl approached, staring. Cheveyo couldn't tell if the look in her eyes was wary, curious, or frightened, until she got nearer and he saw the light trail of a tear. His heart went out to her--he was really a big softie, for all of his superbeing hunts--and he felt the very human urge to comfort this stranger. He turned his body where he sat, smiling welcomingly, as Janos Slynt licked the feather from his lips, stood, and loped forward to sniff the edge of her dress. As her path brought her closer, he noticed that she was very young, somewhere in the mid-teens.
He put on his most harmless face, a raised eyebrow and a half smile, and he turned his chin away a little. "A little early for a walk by the lake," he observed aloud, his small effort at either taking her mind away from her troubles or, if she was a forthcoming person, satisfy his curiosity as to the waterworks.
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Post by zombiie on Jun 8, 2011 16:03:07 GMT -10
Nova quickly turned her gaze away from the large man's. "I suppose so. I had nothing better to do." she said quietly. She slowly returned her gaze, but she wouldn't look him in the eyes. She noticed the coyote sniffing her dress and looked down. "I like your friend here." She didn't dare pet him. Animals were dominant, and if the animal wanted attention, it would take it.
She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was staring at the man again. "I hope I havn't disturbed anything." She always hated it when people thought of her badly. She was afraid to be who she really was. |
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 8, 2011 16:19:36 GMT -10
He lifted his chin as she responded, almost not hearing. She was quiet, that much was sure. As she openly admired Janos and didn't reach out for him as most people would, he almost wondered if she was afraid of him. Just to be sure, he lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, and the coyote returned to his side. He waited on her pause, and when she started apologizing, he laughed lightly. Janos, bored with obeying his command to heel, trudged off to the water, and Cheveyo patted the ground beside him in invitation.
"You're not disturbed a thing. The sky will still be there tomorrow to stare at, and the water was meant to be disturbed. I'm Cheveyo, by the way. That mangy mutt is Janos Slynt. He's not much fiercer than a puppy, at heart."
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Post by zombiie on Jun 8, 2011 16:30:06 GMT -10
Nova looked at the water. And she wondered, Did the waer ever wish to be the sky? And the Sun ever wish to be the Moon? She focused back into reality and gave a fake smile. "I'm Nova."
She watched as the coyote abandoned her. "Oh, I wasn't afraid. There isn't much to be afriad of anymore. I just didn't want to give Janos Slynt something he didn't want. You know?"
Nova looked at the ground, her hair falling over her face even more. Who should I be for him? I can't show him who I really am. A worthless civillain whose brother is a famous singer and a super hero. Though, no one but her knew about the super hero secret. |
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 8, 2011 16:41:24 GMT -10
"Nova," he repeated, tucking it away for memory. "Pretty name. Uncommon." As she responded concerning Janos, he gave her a look out of the corner of his eye. "I understand," he responded, mentally adding more than you know. Some animals weren't too thrilled at his mind's touch, and he couldn't do a thing to change that. Beasts had a will of their own. He spoke carefully now, his strange glance interpreted. "You speak in riddles. 'isn't much to be afraid of anymore'?" Realizing he was being much too nosey, he waved off his question and turned his head back to the water.
He looked out to the water again, before formulating a question. Whether she sat or not, He asked, "You do much out on this lake?" A normal person would have made judgement by the girl's choice of outfit and not bothered, but if anyone knew better, Cheveyo was not one to make prejudices on appearance.
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Post by zombiie on Jun 8, 2011 16:54:56 GMT -10
Nova looked at Cheveyo. Fear flashed in her eyes as she realized that there was something to be afraid of. Her brother leaving. The fear vasnished as Ceveyo said 'he understood'. She soaked in his next question. "Well, sometimes. To get a little peace and quietness. Or to.. well."she looked away. She didn't like to think about the other times.
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 8, 2011 17:12:08 GMT -10
Cheveyo bit back a snort as she spoke cryptically again. Did she want him to start nagging with questions? He held back his sarcasm, instead watching as Janos sat poised over the shallows, black eyes scanning for unsuspecting fish. Cheveyo, instead of nagging, looked to her earlier half of the response.
"I agree," he said. "It's much better in the morning, before the sun is too hot and the motorboats are out in force. They think they own the water because they're in the bigger boats." he snorted the last comment.
His eyes were drawn to Janos as he moved lightning fast, feeling the coyote's satisfaction as a silvery fish wriggled between his toes. Janos dipped his nose, plucking the fish deftly out of the water, before returning to Cheveyo proud as a puppy. He messed the coyote's ears as he sat to his grizzly meal.
He glanced at Nova out of the corner of his eye again before looking back. she was intriguing for sure, and he was almost afraid she was superhuman. He was beginning to enjoy her company.
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Post by zombiie on Jun 12, 2011 11:02:03 GMT -10
Nova nodded, noticing that Cheveyo was snorting his response. "I see." she said as she foucused on Janos as he caught a rather big fish. "Well, he's quite the hunter, isn't he?" she asked, her lips still not curving into a real smile. She sighed and looked again at Cheveyo. He seemed interesting. Something reminded her of Damien. Serious thought went through her mind, but she gave up.
She brushed her hair away from her right eye. The hazel glistened, but not with happiness. "So, am I keeping you from somewhere or something you need to do?" she asked, hoping that she wasn't. She got lonely. Damien was always fighting crime or being chased by raging fans. |
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 13, 2011 13:55:08 GMT -10
Cheveyo smiled as she complimented Janos' hunting abilities. Yeah, he is, he thought to himself, his smile souring, I trained him that way. He refrained from saying anything along these lines--it wasn't in his nature to intimidate people he didn't need to intimidate.
"So, am I keeping you from somewhere or something you need to do?" Mother Earth, she was probably the most dismal person he'd ever met. He cast a sideways glance, and the look in her eye didn't tell him different. He felt a very basic, primal need to make her comfortable. Welcome, even. Luckily, he didn't even have to lie.
"Nope," he replied, flicking an adventurous ant off his leg and laying back in the grass. "It's my day off. I was just wondering what I was going to do with it when you arrived." he glanced at her, flashing an honest grin and shrugging. "Unless you have somewhere you were going when I stopped you?"
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Post by zombiie on Jun 14, 2011 14:22:56 GMT -10
Nova looked down at the ground as Cheveyo answered his question. And she listened as he took his turn and asked a question. Remembering what she had truly come to The Harbor to do, she shook her head. "No, I'm able to stay." She looked up again to sede Cheveyo relaxing on the grass. "You're really close to nature, aren't you?" She remembered how Damien would sit on the grass and contact the dead. He was so excited. He was 14, and had spoken briefly to their grandmother who had died two days ago. But he had been very exhausted. Nova could never do that. She couldn't do anything supernatural at all.
Nova had always felt left out of place. Diffrent, from everyone. She was different than Supers, and she was different than normals. She snaspped back to reality and sighed. She smoothed her tiny pink dress with her hands and then pulled her pink and black gloves farther up her wrist. She then focused on Cheveyo. Can I trust you? She wanted to say. But of course, Nova could trust no one. |
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 15, 2011 6:14:49 GMT -10
"You're really close to nature, aren't you?" Cheveyo smiled. Why yes, yes he was. He wouldn't have been if it weren't for his connection with Janos Slynt, honestly. He hadn't bought into his grandparent's view of the world until he realized that the Earth had given him such a gift. Since, he'd been connected to the earth through heritage as much as practice. Being always aware of Janos, he lived through the coyote even as he lived through himself, and the world was a lot more simple through the eyes of an animal. Not even a simple storm could sneak up on him- he always smelled the forest reacting and opening to receive the rain, He could feel the air stiffen and condense, he even knew the difference in cloud cover.
But that was hard to explain.
Instead, he simply repeated what his grandparents always told him.
"Yeah," he finally responded, "Call me the biggest stereotypical Native American you've ever met, but the Earth has always given people what they need, whether they appreciate it or not. Food, water, shelter, life. It punishes those that need punished, humbles those that are too prideful, and rewards the worthy. My grandparents always called her 'Mother Earth' for that, and I can finally see why." He looked up to find her fiddling with her gloves, uncomfortable and out of place, and a whim of words came upon him. "She brings every one of us here for a reason, and it's our job to learn what that reason is."
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Post by zombiie on Jun 15, 2011 6:36:08 GMT -10
Nova listened to Cheveyo, his wiseness. She narrowed her eyes and plastered a fake smile to her pale face. What am I here for? she wondered. She was here for people to laugh at, and use as an example of a 'social suicide' victim. She liked being different. Even Damien had been different, and bullied. But now, all the girls wanted him. He was a famous singer of a well- respected band. Nova was, and always would be, a nobody. It was her destiny. The reason she was put on earth. She made a face and sighed again. Oh, she was tired. Tired of being her.
"And why do you think you were put on earth?" she asked. As she said this, she could feel the skull bow in her hair starting to slip off. Just like her, wanting to be free and just slip away.
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Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 15, 2011 7:13:38 GMT -10
"Why do you think you were put on earth?"
Cheveyo knew what he was here for. He was here to clean the world of strange, supernatural humans. They were not of Mother Earth's design, and the human mind was not meant to wield such control over the fate of others. Yes, there were those that called themselves heroes, but they were as corruptable as those already corrupted.
That wasn't someone you told a stranger, as much as you told them that you were currently seeing them from two pairs of eyes: Your own, and the beady eyes of the coyote by your feet.
He simply had to lie. It came easily enough. "I haven't figured out yet. Maybe I'll figure it out, or maybe I won't. Maybe I won't know until Janos brings me someone's scrap of clothes, and I save them from the woods."
And anyway, it seemed his whim of words hadn't cheered her up. At least there were no more waterworks. Crying girls were too much a weakness for him.
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