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Name Theodore Lewis Age 21 years Born October 17, 1994 Rising Senior Summer of 2015 Gender Male Appearance He is skinny and often described as gangling. Because he is pretty long, lanky, and skinny, it gives off the appearance that he is taller than he truly is, standing at around 5' 11." He has black hair, which is slightly shorter on the sides and longer and ruffled on the top. He has a rather large forehead, so he keeps some of the hair on his head brushed over on his forehead. He wears black rimmed glasses. His eyesbrows are in the flat shape. He has slightly deepset eyes. From underneath his brow are two vibrant green eyes. Sometimes the color is hard to see, because they are shadowed by his hair and eyebrows. His nose is skinny, on the smaller side, but the bridge is kinda on the sharp pointy side. His lips are thin, but he has a wide mouth. He often wears a black leather jacket with dark jeans, black pants. He tends to wear neutral colored shirts, but it looks nicer wearing white, or black t-shirts. Some of his pants are ripped and some aren't. He also likes to wear large chains around his neck. Sometimes he wears blue jeans with a leather jacket, or opts for a blue jean jacket. He would like wearing large rings, but they get in his way, so he doesn't bother with them anymore. Personality He can seem sort of sad and quiet, because, when he is by himself he can be quiet, and seems distracted, but once you get to know him he is squirming with energy. He can be really passionate and energetic about things that he likes or is important to him. He doesn't hang around in big groups, and he is far from popular, but he is kind. He has a tendency to latch onto acquaintances pretty quickly, even if he doesn't make a lot of friends, because not everyone is interested. He tries to really invest time in those that he already has in his life. He's uncomfortable striking up conversations with random people, but he tries to make people feel acknowledged, and he wants to make connections. He often has to take a moment to work up the courage, and he normally manages by rehearsing what he is going to say, envisioning the scene, then executing without worrying about the what ifs. However, that doesn't mean he won't continue to try to reach out to new people. He has a way of seeming open, when in reality he keeps part of his life closed off from people he just met. He tries really hard to encourage others and lift them up. He does really well in art class, but he didn’t have a formal music education, so he doesn’t do the best. Depending on his writing teachers, and their preferences, he has been acclaimed as one of the top in the class or meh. He keeps around a C or a B with classes he doesn’t do as well in, doesn’t like, or isn’t interested in. At times he might seem a little weird or self centered as he concentrates on some form of art, and ignores those around him. However, once he finishes with his train of thought, or vents whatever emotion he was detoxing from through art, he will come back ready to do what anyone else wants. He almost always has ideas flowing through his head, so he can be easily distracted and squirrely. Often, he'll start talking about something random, and no one understand where he went, or they don't understand what he is talking about. He also likes to talk to people 1x1 and have deep meaningful conversations. He's a bit of a goofball. He has to make an effort to be observant. Sometimes his thoughts are too distracting, but other times, he is curious what's going on around him, or he needs inspiration. He is often curious, asking questions, trying to figure out how people work, do what they do, and why. At first he can be awkward around the opposite sex, but once he gets to know them and is more comfortable, he can be charming. He likes to hang with guys, but sometimes he has a hard time, because they normally don't have similar interests. He likes to try new things with friends, however, it's unlikely he will do so by himself, unless it's something he knows he'll love or thinks he'll like. He prefers to sit on the sidelines and figure things out without embarrassing himself before he jumps in, which can hold him back in social situation, when you need to throw yourself in immediately or else you get left behind. He's a quick learner just from watching, and teachers have been impressed with this skill. Family Kimberly - Mother Matthew - Father Mark - Brother Logan - Brother Friends Alex Heather Likes/Dislikes/Strenghts/Weaknesses He likes art, and fandoms, and writing, and music. He is one of those people who can play the piano by ear, and he has learned how to play guitar from a friend. He can also play around on a drum. He is really good at most types of drawing, and now that he is in college, and they have given him access to new materials, he has attempted and dabbled in digital art. He's not much of a painter, preferring to be able to transport his mediums really easily. He is a little scared of animals, especially large ones, because he's as city boy through and through. He's uncomfortable around a lot of them. However, he loves dogs and cats, and is not scared of those. He loves to lay around and read. He is one of the rare guys who likes to write poetry. He isn't as crazy about reading it. His mom had him take dance, when he was younger, so he is better than average. He doesn't dance well with a partner though. He finds math boring, and starts skipping steps which cause silly mistakes costing him points. He finds science interesting, but he isn't good at it. History Theodore's father left, when he was younger. He tries to emulate his brothers at least in appearance. He looks up to them. He respects his mother for being willing to raise them by herself, and he tries to lift her up and be helpful. |
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Name Nascha Luna Koukouvágia Age 19 years Sex Female Sexuality Heterosexual Ethnicity/Race Half Native American and half Caucasian Special Abilities/Powers -Animal Shifter -Can turn into the form of a Barn Owl only -Her mind is her own in animal form, her intelligence is not changed -Can communicate with wild owls, not just other shifters who can take an owl form Appearance Human Nascha stands in at around 5 foot 6 inches, and weighs about 126 pounds. She can easily be described as thin, but not underweight. Her body is curved smoothly in all the right places, her figure that of an hourglass. Her face shape is similar to a heart, her jaw slightly defined and her chin a tiny bit pointed, while her cheeks are a bit round. The bridge of her nose is straight, and the tip is rounded and soft, appearing a bit small and button-like. Her ears are a bit smaller than average, and she often hides them with her hair. Her eyes are large and rounded, a deep mahagony in color with small flecks of amber and gold. Long black lashes curl out from her eyes naturally, and a natural blush lines her cheeks. Her eyebrows are dark in color and have a soft rounded arch. Her hair is long and naturally wavy, mostly black in color. Natural streaks and waves of dark mahagony can be seen in the right light, and she often dyes it to fade from black to a light reddish-brown. Nascha's skin is a warm honey in color, soft and smooth, free of natural blemishes. Her body is however marked with a few small scars that aren't very noticeable at first glance. This came from learning to fly while in animal form, having often crashed or fell through branches when she was young. Owl Nascha in her owl form is a beautiful sight to see, her feathers a gorgeous mix of gold, white, tan, amber, mahagony, and black. Her head is large and rounded like all Barn Owls, but it looks distinctly more heart-shaped than most, calling back to her natural human form. Her eyes are large and the same deep mahagony in color, the same golden and amber flecks glittering within the darkness of them. Her face is a soft off white with undertones of pale yellow. Her beak is smoothly curved and pale pink, the tip as sharp as a needle. The ring of feathers around her face are a bit darker, more of a warm amber in color. These circle and frame her face into the heart shape. Her body is mostly a golden tan, each feather (including her tail feathers) tipped and lined with a dark mahagony brown and speckled in black spots. Her underbelly is the same off white as her face, as are the undersides of her wings. Her legs and toes are a light golden-tan, the scales tipped with dark brown, and her talons are a shiny obsidian black, sharpened and perfectly curved. Her scars are a bit more obvious to see in this form, a small line of feathers missing on her left side under her wing, and a thin line across her right eye (which is placed above and through her right eyebrow in human form). Credits to EdgedFeather and ryangallagherart@ Deviantart 
Personality Nascha is a highly intelligent and observant individual. She analyzes almost everything she does and everyone she meets. She is quiet to most, but only because most people she meets she has knowledge about, and knows they are not trustworthy enough for her to even consider being friends with. She lives by the idea that each individual has to prove themselves to her in order to gain her favor, friendship, and love. It is a hard task for any trying to work their way into her life, since she is known to be quite picky when it comes to meeting the high standards she has set for herself and everyone else. Despite her pickiness, she is kind. She will be kind to those who are kind to her, and treat those she loves with immense care. She is fair, and abides by the rules she made for herself. If someone "unworthy" of her standards approaches, she will react one of two ways; sassy and snarky, or complete silence. She spends a good portion of her time just observing everyone and everything around her, and it doesn't take her long often times to tell the good type from the bad. Because of her quiet and observant nature, most people stereotype her as shy. She is anything but. Nascha is not shy, but rather watchful and attentive. When confronted with a harsh tongue, she won't cower back at the words, but rather sit in silence and listen before deciding if she wants to speak back or not. She is mostly passive, but if provoked properly, she will fight and not back down from it. She doesn't really obey those of the same age group as her, but respects her elders and teachers greatly. However, she will speak up against any information that she knows to be false and is being taught as true. She will not stand for false rumors, false teachings, or anything of the sort. She will argue until given the facts and not just opinions. She is a bit quick to judge due to her nature, but she tries to give certain people the benefit of the doubt before completely exiling them from her possible friend list. She is close with only a certain few in her life, keeping her family close. She does however, like to keep her enemies even closer. To keep an eye on them, know what they're up to, and gather all the information she possibly can so she's fully prepared when confronted by them. It is fairly rare for anyone but her family see Nascha laugh. She will smile, but it is rather hard to get her to genuinely laugh. Despite this, she does enjoy activities, as long as they allow her to be free in decision. Family Mother - Emellia Mary Koukouvágia (maiden name Mercia) Father - Kenai Mongwau Koukouvágia Brother - Kapueo Kenya Koukouvágia Friends -Kapueo (brother) -Daciana (best friend, another shifter) -Theodore (Rp partner character) Partner Theodore Strengths -Highly intelligent -Observant -Quick thinker -Fast -Good judgement -Creative -Nature lover -Beauty -Doesn't scare easily Weaknesses -Physical strength is on the weaker side -Judgemental -Hard to please -Picky -A bit arrogant at times |
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Nascha laid in her bed, the window cracked open and breeze flowing through it. The thin silk curtains billowed softly, making quiet peaceful sounds. Why was she like this? Why could she never be allowed to sleep at night? Why did this stupid gene have to pass on to her? I'll never be able to rest properly. Frustrated, Nascha threw off her covers, sitting straight up and running her hands through her dark hair. The cool night air brushed softly against her skin, the breeze whistling quietly through the open window. A loose, light grey shirt covered her upper body, one tan shoulder exposed to the air. Underneath it lay a sports bra, and she wore a pair of comfortable silk shorts. These were what her mum called her "summer night clothes." While it was comfortable, they were put to almost no use for her. She could never get a good night's rest. She tilted her head, her amber eyes shifting towards the window, the light from the moon casting a silver glow in her room. A soft sigh left her body, and she slowly stood, her light weight lifting off of the bed with a soft groaning creak. Her room was an upstairs one, so she was practiced in walking silently in order to not wake any sleeping parents below. Nascha's father came from Navajo descent, and because of that he carried with him many of their cultures. It was her father's bloodline that gave her the "shifting gene" or otherwise known as the therianthrope gene. Her parents did not know of her abilities, but she knew she got it from him because of his stories. When she was in middle school he would tell her many stories of tribal people who lost their way in the light, and were greeted by the call of an owl. After such a greeting, they would perish. He told her that this very owl was a shifter, or rather...a skinwalker, and that many of his ancestors spread rumors it was a family member of their own. If Nascha herself wasn't a shifter, she would not believe any of these tales, and debunk those accusations and stories as just stories with no truth. But if there were stories spread about this, and she ended up with this rare ability...it had to be true, right? She had to have gotten it from somewhere, and she was almost certain it had not come from her mother's side of the family. Her entire life she feared of getting caught. She was afraid to tell her parents, especially her father, for in his mind and through old culture...owls were seen as deathly omens. If he knew his daughter was a shifter, he would see her as evil because of skinwalkers, and he would fear for the rest of his family thinking she carried with her a dark omen. She discovered her ability at quite a young age, but she was old enough to know that it was strange, and should probably be best kept secret. Her hands came to rest softly against the wooden window sill, and she stood looking out for a moment before pushing up the rest of it to fully open the window. The breeze flew in, making her hair flow gently around her face and cooling her cheeks. The smell of the cool summer night rushed into her nose, and she let her eyes drift closed for a moment, enjoying the feeling. After several long seconds of this, Nascha opened her eyes, almost fully awake. The night was too pretty to ignore, too pretty to stay inside and will herself to sleep when her heart was calling her elsewhere. She cast a glance over her shoulder at her bedroom door which was propped slightly open. She bit her lower lip before walking on silent feet and pushing it shut with a soft and nearly soundless click. She moved back to the window, pushing open the screen layer. She bent forward slightly to peer out at the sky, her eyes lifting to the bright and full moon which glittered silver and white against the black night sky. Her amber eyes began to shimmer at the sight of it, and she could feel the soft prickling in her spine as she willed the change to come. She could feel the moon's shine having an effect on her body as her mind concentrated fully on the transformation. Her lashes quickly vanished, and her pupil expanded, the black filling up most of her eye. Her natural eye color remained but her face was morphing, her nose growing longer and the skin splitting cleanly away. With the transformation came a small pain, but nothing more than a pressured tingle, as if someone had numbed her entire body. She felt the familiar pop in her back and hips as she lurched forward, her arms curling up into the shape of a wing's membrane. Her fingers melded effortlessly together, and from her arms feathers came growing, sprouting out together. She could feel her ears shrinking and her jaw morphing as the world around her began to look a little bit different. As her sight changed so did sound, and before she knew it she stood perched upon the window sill, her talons curved tightly into the painted white wood. Her head tilted to the side as her eyes lifted to the moon once more, and peace filled her inner being. Nascha stood now fully formed as the animal that lived inside of her, the gene that was passed down to her through her father who'd been carrying it unknowingly for years. Her feathers were soft and soundless as she spread her wings, taking off into the night sky. As an owl, her vision in the dark was multiplied and she could see far better than she could in human form. Her ears could pick up sounds from far away, and they steered her towards the park, where she often sat perched at night. The breeze brushed her underbelly as she glided through the air, taking in the sights below her. She soon arrived at the park, soaring straight to the same tree she always went to first, the leaves hitting her body softly as she landed on a branch. This is worth it. she thought to herself, the stars glittering above her. It was still fairly early night, and it was far too nice to spend inside trying to force herself to sleep. As she was sitting in the tree observing her surroundings, a sound caught her. She looked down, tilting her head back and forth in curiosity. She inched sideways along it, nearing the thinner end of the branch in order to get a better look. Is that...a person? she wondered, trying to see through the leaves clearly. Sure enough, she make out the head and shoulders of what looked to be a young man sitting on the bench below her. She'd never seen him before, and it was curious to her why someone would be out at night. Of course she was too, but she wasn't in human form. Nascha couldn't see any other people out here in the park, so her attention was automatically drawn to him. She inched even further towards the edge of the branch, her focus so much so on the man that she lost her balance. Panic she hadn't felt in years suddenly rushed into her chest, memories of her being a young owlet learning to fly and crashing to the ground filling her mind. She quickly found her wings and righted herself mid-fall, the quick movement making a soft swooshing noise from directly behind him. |
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Summer of 2015 Theodore was sprawled out on his full sized bed in only underclothes and cotton sleeping shorts. The blankets and sheets were tossed to the side, his fan was on, and he was still sweating. His room was upstairs where all the heat rose to. He had returned home from college for the summer, not wanting to have to deal with rental expenses, when he only needed a place to stay for about three months, and, as he remembered from his childhood, his mother liked to keep the AC down, so they wouldn't waste energy and it would be less expensive. Now, she had the excuse that she was trying to help Theodore through college, so that he couldn’t complain too much. She had been happy to have her sweet baby boy home. He would be the one to mow her lawn, and help her save a lot more money, by borrowing a mower from a neighbor and only paying for gas. She was sure to find other jobs around the house for him to do, and he might try to get a temporary summer job. He was the only one of her sons who had wanted to go. He was curious and liked to learn, while his brothers found school boring and tedeius. Being a woman who was tight and wise with her money from necessity, she wasn’t willing to try to pay for their way unless they wanted to go, so she knew that they would put in the effort. It must be a full moon, because it was shining right through his window and directly into his eyes with its full brightness aiding his inability to sleep. He was getting too much input from around him, giving him the sense that there was a lot of noise, and he felt mildly foggy, not able to concentrate, and confused, distracting him completely from sleep or even tiredness. He had ideas for poetry, watching the moon, and he wanted to scribble them down before he forgot. He also had new storylines for his writing that he had been developing, whether merely in his head, on a paper, or on a computer with a writing program, and it would be great to get up and work on it. He was an adult now, and had been out of the house, because of college. By this time, he should be independent, and allowed to make his own choices. His mother couldn't get mad at him for going on a walk, even at this time, could she? He would make sure to leave a note about where he had gone, but this seemed like the perfect time to visit the park, even though he wouldn't be able to see what he wanted to read or write well in the lengthening gloom. He sat up for a moment feeling quite sluggish and lazy. His hand went over to his nightstand feeling around for his glasses, and stuffed them on his face. He quickly arose and headed to his closet. He stared at his wardrobe, clearly in the throes of indecision. What to wear? He had his signature style, and he wouldn’t be able to pull it off in shorts, which he wanted to wear. No one was supposed to see him at this time of night, but he put on ripped jeans anyway. He wore a plain white t-shirt. He supposed he would leave his jacket at home. After all, he was already sweltering. His glasses had fallen off, while he was changing. After grabbing his flip phone, notebook, and pen and pencil case, he headed out the doors for the nearest park, but stopped, remembering his glasses. Huffing he returned and began to look at his nightstand for his glasses before remembering they were in his closet. He reached around on the shelf, before he remembered they had fallen on the floor, and he had not picked them up. It was kind of dangerous this time of night, so he coninued to glance around, even though it was in his nature to simply observe the beauty or what appealed to him, and not really pay attention to his surroundings. He found a nice park bench to sit down on after a while, and he pulled out his notebook. He was used to writing without being able to see, because he would often wake up before he was fully asleep or in the middle of the night to scribble down a thought. It helped him stay sleepy, so he could go back to sleep. He had gotten a little bit better at writing closer together and for it to be more readable, but it was still crooked and he had large spaces between the lines. He groaned, when he was trying to remember a particular word that would work the best. After crouching over his notebook, hetried to rub his neck and ease the pain. He stood to stretch out the ache, while thinking about the word. His gaze darted toward the forest at a noise, and his eyes widened as he watched a beautiful barn owl fall out of the tree. It must be young to be so clumsy. It looked similar to a character from Guardians of Ga'hoole, and he could feel the geek inside of him rising. There was nobody around for him to try to keep a cool sophisticated appearance, and he barely contained an excited squeal. He fumbled for his phone, desperately wanting a picture, although he knew he would be unable to take a picture in time. He had to be the only person his age who still had a flip phone. It had some sort of camera. Not being able to get a shot of the owl wouldn’t be all that bad, because his flip phone’s picture quality was so inferior and grainy it wouldn’t make a difference if he had a picture or not. He grunted in disfatistion at the horrible picture, but it was the best he could do. He sat down watching what the owl would do and where the owl would go next. |
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Nascha's eyes were wide enough as it was, but now even wider with the fear of having just fallen from a great height and very nearly landing with more than just a broken wing. Her talons came to rest on the grass at a faster pace than usual as she landed, wobbling and slightly off balance. This is why boys just aren't worth the trouble. she huffed to herself, flapping her wings indigantly and shaking herself free of the leaf crumbs and bark that had dusted her feathers in the fall. Her mother had preached to her from a young age that relationships weren't worth it until you were old enough to understand what they were and had the time to put meaning into it. She was disgusted with herself for letting her balance go to pot over a boy when she lifted her gaze to look at him, all of her frustration and disgust vanishing at once. Woah. she thought at once, her round heart-shaped face lifting to meet the stranger's gaze. The feathers on her chest and shoulders puffed out a little, an involuntary reaction. Who was this man? Maybe he was worth the tumble. Nascha thought, immediately dismissing it. She was not some little school girl. She would refuse to fancy anyone, much less a complete stranger. She tilted her head to the side, her big brown eyes spotting the phone he had in hand. That's...new. she thought. She hadn't seen anyone of her age using a phone like that before. She quickly put together that he must have been scrambling to grab a picture of her, which at first infuriated her at the thought. No one took a picture of her without her consent! But then her anger faded as she remembered that- Oh yes, I'm not exactly a human right now, am I? Surely a barn owl would be a worthy photo, and he should be glad his phone was now blessed with an image of herself she actually liked. Without exactly realizing that she was doing so, her voice lent itself to him in a series of small and quiet hoots, low and soothing to the ear. Her body inched slightly forward, the stars twinkling in her eyes as she looked up at him. He didn't look mean, and he certainly didn't look dangerous. Her gaze traveled curiously to the notebook which now sat alone on the bench, and she could see some of his scribbled writing. What was he doing out here alone at night? She wished she could speak to him, but a big part of her was glad that she was in this owl body. If she was in human form, she would be far more wary of him. But as an owl...she wasn't very wary at all. Perhaps because he looked like the kind of person who wouldn't harm an animal. But you never know what a human will do to another human. she told herself. No matter how kind they look...everyone has a dark side they keep secret from the world. Glancing from him to the notebook, she spread her wings and lifted herself from the ground, landing softly on the bench seat. She stood far enough away from him that he would have to lean to be able to touch her, but she was quick to thrust her head forward. Her beak clamped onto the notebook, tugging it swiftly her way. Despite her fast and agile movement, she was careful not to tear the pages. Her gaze traveled quickly along the pages, reading what he'd written. For how clumsy his handwriting looked, he seemed to have some good ideas. A few more soft hoots escaped her throat, and she raised a talon, lifting a page and flipping it intelligently to scan that page as well. His mind is full of things all the time, isn't it? she pieced together. She lifted her gaze back to him for a moment, studying his features. He looked rather nice, better looking than some of the men she'd seen on campus, and certainly better looking than most of the boys she'd grown up with. Perhaps it was just because of the moonlit night and the almost romantic happenstance of him appearing on the bench that sat beneath the very tree she perched in each night.... She shook herself lightly out of the silly idea, slowly spreading out her wings to stretch them before folding them back. She tilted her head to the side, looking over him once more. It was oddly peaceful, sitting here on the bench next to him. Who are you? she wondered. She lifted into the air once more, circling around his head three times before landing softly on his shoulder. She leaned forward, her beak brushing against the back of his ear before she clamped it around the side of his glasses, quickly pulling them off of his face and taking into the sky once more. The moonlight lined her wings as she soared above him, laughing giddily inside her mind. A sudden playfulness she hadn't felt in years filled her heart, and she glided several yards above him, circling almost like a vulture above its prey. Her toying with his things was the first test. How would he react? If I was meaner I would drop them on his head. she thought, amusing herself. She did not do that. Instead, she slowly came to rest on the back of the bench, setting his glasses gently down onto the seat and promptly flying away before he could do anything, back to settle in the tree. She watched him from above, absolutely fascinated. |
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There was only a slight rustling of the wind in the trees. Otherwise the area was pretty quiet and deserted. He closed his eyes trying to use other senses besides his sight. It was a little bit cooler, but he was still quite warm, and he could feel a few drops of sweat drip unseen down his back. His pants were stuck to his legs pretty well. Perhaps he would take a shower once he returned home, even though it was useless, because of the heat. It was pretty dark, and he wasn't known for having the best eyesight so not using his eyes to determine what was around him was a good exercise. He heard nothing amiss. When he opened his eyes, he noticed she was closer than she had been. It unsettled him a little, but the owl was so pretty it was hard not to admire her. "Hey pretty little owlie," he snuck a glance around him, making sure that no one heard a technically grown and adult male call this bird an owlie. His eyes were sort of glued on her, not wanting to miss a moment. He felt that calling the bird an owlie would cause brows to raise, and slightly mess up his first impression image. He wanted to look at the picture and see what it looked like, but the owl was here now. If he looked away, the owl might be gone. After jerking around, his glasses were beginning to slip down his nose, and unconsciously, he pushed them back up the bridge of his nose. He remembered going to a bird of prey show and them mentioning how they had to wear gloves so that their hands weren't torn up. He was a little nervous about that large beak. He had been to a pet store and he had tried to pet a rather small bird, but it had bitten him and drew blood. It was only a little vegetarian, and this bird was a hunter, and much larger and stronger. It was sure to be much more capable of inflicting painful damage. He had left his notebook sitting rather unprotected, and he lurched forwards trying to grab his notebook from the owl. This wasn't normal for an animal of this kind. It was being kinda noisy, when it should be hunting, not scaring away it's food. "You are a strange owl," he shook his head bewildered. He didn't try to go towards her, as she flipped through the book, because he was afraid she would destroy it or become startled and rip out pages. "What are you doing?" he shook his head feeling slightly weirded out. He closed his eyes as her huge hooked talons came flying towards him. He felt his glasses lift off, and he looked around. "Hey! Bring those back." He was about to yell drop them, but if they broke it would be just as bad if he lost them. Glasses were pretty expensive, and so far in his life he had had a pretty good track record with them. He was relieved, when she returned them to his seat. He was lucky he wasn't blind in both eyes with how close her claws had been to his face. Why was an owl being...could it be described as playful? Didn't this owl have more important things to do for survival? "Crazy owl," he muttered, as he placed them back on his face. He quickly rescued his notebook, stuffing it in his pocket. It was about time for him to go home. After that close call with his glasses, he wasn't feeling like admiring the owl anymore. He quickly returned home undressing and changing into cotton short and shirt before trying to go to sleep. He tossed and turned thinking about the owl. Quite intriguing. ~~~~~~~~ It was another hot day. Theo loved to hang out at the library. It was dark, cool, and had plenty of free air conditioning and wifi. Except, he didn't normally carry around anything that needed wifi, so it didn't matter to him. He also liked the serious quietness. There were plenty of seats so that he could sit in companionable silence with others. It was a place that was made for concentrating with minimal distractions...besides the stacks and shelves of books that he wanted to read. He wanted to look up some owl books. After his recent encounter with the owl, he was suspicious that that kind of activity was abnormal. He wanted to know if he had experienced unusual phenomena. Also, he had some essays he needed to research and some stories that he needed more information on. Knowing himself, he doubted he would even get half of his todo list done, but he was at least going to research owls. He could do that much. He supposed he could use a computer in the house, but the heat was still sweltering, so it would be nicer at the public library. As he was heading out the door the brother immediately above him, trampled into the room. His clothing was still what he slept in, much like Theodore's. He was quite loud, thumping into the room, his steps vibrating through the floor. Hopefully, no one else in the house was still trying to sleep. It was getting rather late. Theo was about to get the last bit of coffee that he had made to bring along with him, but Logan snatched it away first. After gulping most of it down straight from the pot, his brother frowned a little, because it was lukewarm. Logan finally focused his eyes on his brother, and noticed that he was carrying a book. It didn't always mean that he was going to the library, because he generally had a book nearby, but his brother saw it as a chance to rib him nevertheless. "Are you really going to the library man? It's a sunny day. Why don't you go do something crazy instead of being a moldy oldie rotting in the dank dark place." "It's hot, and I have a few things I want to do there," Theodore protested. "Why don't you hit the town then? You could find something much more exciting to do," his brother shook his head dismissively. "Well, I suppose I understand. Your jean jacket is cute, but you look like a sissy," his brother grinned rather nastily. "I don't have the money for that, and you know it. At least this way I'll be in a building with powerful AC," he shot back. He looked down at his clothing. He was trying to wear something slightly cooler. Blue jeans, white tee-shirt, and jean jacket, instead of his normal dark clothing, but he was guaranteed to catch his brother's attention. He shrugged helplessly, "I don't feel like changing. Why do you always want me to look like you?" "Have it your way," his brother raised his hands in surrender before going to the couch to lounge and watch some TV. "What are you doing?" Theodore asked, "Today I mean. Not right now." Logan shrugged. He normally didn't plan ahead. With that reply Theodore turned back to the door, double checking he had what he wanted. "Well, if you need me, you know where to find me. I better be going now." ~~~~~~~ As he stepped through the sliding doors at the library, he was hit by a whoosh of cold air. He felt a chill go down, while his hairs raised. He made a beeline toward the owl section. "A, B, C, D..." he muttered under his breath until he got to O. He had to repeat himself a few times, when he lost track. He grabbed a few books, a few of them National Geographic and headed toward a table. He got out his notebook to take notes. He wrote a little bit about what seeing the owl was like, and he wrote some flowery prose about the owl's appearance. He would either turn it into a story if he ever got time or some beautiful poetry. |
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Nascha slowly opened her eyes, sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. She didn't remember much about the previous night, but one thing stuck out very clearly in her mind. That man...she thought, sitting carefully upright. Her arms were sore, and aching pain sparked through her shoulder blades with each movement she made. Shifting took a lot of energy, and once changed back it held lasting effects. Flying made her muscles sore, even if she didn't fly a lot. It had been awhile since the last time she shifted, except for last night, which helped nothing. Her black hair fell messily over half of her face, and she brushed it aside. Who was he? What was his name? she wondered. She could hear her mother bustling around downstairs making breakfast, which was probably the cause of her waking up. Normally after shifting, Nascha would sleep in for hours. But her mother had awoken her unknowingly this morning. She silently rose from her bed, moving swiftly across her room to her closet, pulling out a comfortable red blouse and dark skinny jeans. After slipping on some black boots, she made her way down the stairs towards the kitchen. "Morning momma," she greeted. Her mother gave her a smile, the smell of bacon filling the room. "Well you're up earlier than usual," she said. Nascha nodded, heading silently into the living room where a few of the biggest book shelves in the house perched. She ran her fingers alongside the spines of the many books, before pulling one carefully off of the shelf. She flipped it open, looking through the pages and checking the title once more. This is the one. she confirmed. "Momma I'm going to turn this back into the library. I may go look for another one, I'll be back later." "Okay sweetheart!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Have fun and be careful." Nascha wordlessly left the house, deciding to walk instead of drive. It was rather warm but she didn't mind too much, and besides, the library was just a few blocks away from her home. Upon arriving, she slid open the doors and was greeted by a rushing wave of cold air, a relief to any who spent any amount of time in the summer heat. The familiar and homey smell of the library filled her nose, and she walked up to the front desk, sliding the book into the bin. "Returning this book." she told the woman. "I'll be looking for another." "Was it a good read?" The woman behind the desk inquired. "Very much so, yes." Nascha answered with a pleasant smile. With a light tap on the desk, she turned away and began browsing. She navigated naturally to the animal section as she always did, interested in what was in stock there before moving on to other things. While there, she heard slight bustling coming from a few rows down. She stayed on one side, moving silently down the isle until she came to where the sound was coming from. Through the book shelves she could see someone on the other side. A flare of recognition hit her, and she felt her heart take a few extra beats. That's the man I saw at the park. she thought, suddenly becoming interested. Of course he'd be at the library, how could she not have guessed that? Her interest was peaked when she came to the realization that he was in the owl section, and quickly moved to her previous place on the isle as he grabbed a few books and moved on. She felt as if her breath was slightly more shaky than usual as she tried to browse and mind her own business. After several minutes of trying however, she couldn't contain her curiosity. Letting out a sigh, she grabbed a random book out of the fantasy section. She was quick to spot him sitting at one of the tables, books spread open and writing in his notebook. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she stood halfway behind one of the many shelves, watching. Was he....studying up on owls? Because of her? After taking a deep breath and releasing it, she moved quietly over to the same table. She sat a few seats away from him like any normal person would, setting the book down and flipping open to the first page. "Oh my gosh," she whispered in a rushed stream upon seeing what the book was about. The words read, Some people believe in werewolves, others don't. But what lies beneath the surface of what seems like a mortal man may not be what it seems... Nascha quickly closed the book, flipping it over to read the back. Of course. Of course she'd happened to pick one about werewolves! Daciana, one of Nascha's best friends, often referred to herself as a werewolf, since her shifting form took that of a wolf. She of course, could not be defined as such, but jokes were often made between the two girls. She set the book down in frustration, letting out a soft sigh. Her eyes drifted over to the man's books, and she lost track of how long she must have been staring. |
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Theodore surreptitiously glanced around, finding that he was thirsty. He could wait a while longer. It wouldn't kill him to go without a drink....yet. Pushing his nagging needs away, he admired the pictures he was looking at. They were unique in appearance from other birds. They had beautiful feathers, and intriguing eyes. Owls were quite interesting, and he now couldn't remember, if he heard the owl flapping while it was flying or not. Supposedly, something about the edges of their wings was softer, so it didn't beat against the air causing a loud flapping noise. Wasn't there an owl in that old Mario game that he played? They made it really loud. So inaccurate. He was amused with himself that he was annoyed with that old video game, because of that. It was no big deal, and few other people would notice, even if they did know better. He began to think back to the owl that he had met the other night. Nowhere did it say that owls were friendly enough to steal from humans. Could it even be called playful behavior? As he moved on the the digestive system of an owl, he was reminded of a few things. He wondered if there was a tree nearby where that particular owl regurgitated its pellets. Perhaps he would go looking on a day that he had nothing better to do. At least he would know if the owl lived around there, but he realized that wasn't really something that normal people wanted to go find. Now that he was settling into the rhythm of his study, everything around him faded out, and it would take quite a bit of work to pull him out of his zone. He began to do a quick sketch of an owl, just so he could get a few images that had the basic motion. He admired the movement in the piece, even though it was very rough. It made him want to do something better later, but he didn't have the materials in his home. He kept a journal, but he didn't use it as a diary writing down his feelings and thoughts. He didn't feel the need to record each day either. It was for drawing things that stuck out to him, or writing down specific events that he wanted to remember, or he found interesting. He often would write the event down, as if it was a story, instead of a personal recording for himself. His mother had always told him to be careful what you wrote down. Later on in life, it could backfire. Even though a few people encouraged him to, so he could remember things, his mother said that he should remember what might happen if he were ever accused of something. Anything that he had could be and would be used against him. It was hard to tell what someone would write, or what he had written could be used against him. At least if he wrote personal experiences as a story, he could claim it was for a book, or simply for personal research. He felt that he was being a little over cautious, but he always tried to heed his mother's advice. She had made it a point to gently point out, when she was right, to show him that when she gave him advice, it was for his own good. He still needed to write this down, while it was still fresh in his head. He had been trying to write it in the background for a while. For a while he had left it off, leaving his subconsious to work on it for a while. Now, he wanted to actively accomplish something. He decided that he wanted a humor filled tone. It wasn't something he tried as often, and this was a good story for it. After a while, he was satisfied with his work, and decided to reward himself with a drink. He considered going to Starbucks, or a cheap fastfood for a soda. He wasn't sure what he was in the mood for more. He considered texting someone in his family to tell them of his plans, in case they came looking for him, but he reconsidered. He never knew when one of his brothers would intercepet, and decide to play a prank on him. They weren't the most creative, even if they were effective. He liked the library. He had found it a good place to find acquaintances. He had never met someone who was particularly rough looking in the library, and he assumed that he would find a fellow lover of literature, if he asked a few questions. He got up to return his books to the shelves he had gotten them from, and began to head off. He passed by the fantasy section, and realized that he vaguely had noticed that she had been watching him for a while. He tried to decide what he was going to do, because once he walked past her, he couldn't observe her anymore without looking awkward. She appeared to be about his age, but he wasn't sure why she would be covertly observing him from this shelf. He decided that he had better get to know her even a tiny bit. She didn't look like a threat, but he would prefer not to disappear later, because he hadn't been paying attention. "Hello," he came to a stop near her, "What are you reading? Do you like fantasy? If you like it, what exactly do you like about it?" With owls on his mind, he continued with this, "When I was younger I read Owls of Ga'Hoole." After a bit more of their interchange, he decided that she seemed okay. "I was going to get a drink, and I couldn't decide between soda at a fastfood place, or Starbucks. If you would like to join me, you can get your choice, and you'll help my indecision," he smiled disarmingly. He hoped this wasn't too random, or that she would read too deeply into this. |
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Nascha's eyes widened as the man she'd been quietly observing suddenly appeared in front of her. Her body gave a slight jump, and she clutched the book closer to her chest. He began kindly asking her questions, and she let her dark hair fall softly in front of half of her face, covering one of her deep brown eyes. "I'm...I'm thinking about getting this book." she stammered quietly, her voice just barely above a whisper. "It's um, it's...it's called The Night Prowler." She fumbled around with the book in her hands, her fingers feeling somehow now like they couldn't keep a grasp on anything. She turned it around so he could see the cover, but still kept it close to her body. "It's about werewolves." She swallowed nervously, before taking one of her fingers and brushing the hair that had fallen back behind her ear. "I do like fantasy, yes." she hurriedly said, instantly feeling awkward. Her face lit up however, as he mentioned Guardians of Ga'Hoole, and her posture straightened slightly. A small smile graced her lips, and her voice came out a little stronger as she said, "I love Guardians! I used to read them all the time when I was younger, too." She let a shy giggle escape from her, and her eyes wandered quickly over his features as he was standing so close. "So...what brought you here?" she asked. "Grabbing a book? Research? Homework? Needed a quiet place?" she asked, listing off all the reasons she could think of off the top of her head of why someone would be at the library. She was trying to make some sort of conversation, for fear of any awkward silence that may take place. Why was he talking to her? What made him decide to come over? Had he noticed her watching him? "I came to return a book, and decided that maybe it would be a good idea to get another one." she explained herself. "It's always a long summer if I don't have a good one." She waited for a brief moment, rocking slightly on her feet. "I couldn't help but notice you were reading about owls?" she questioned, a bit hurriedly. Her tone was laced with curiousity. "Do you like them?" Like she did with most people who approached her, she was poking around and trying to get a reading of him. So far he presented himself in a harmless and kind way, and even as an owl he had too. But looks could be decieving, and sometimes people tricked others with their personality as well. She was still a little wary of him, and she wasn't completely sure what to think yet. Soon enough, he invited her to go along with him to get a drink. Her face instantly felt warm, and her eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise and slight embarassment. "Oh," she said in a small gasp. "Um, I wasn't planning on going anywhere after this but..." she trailed off for a second, her mind quickly firing off into different pathways. She still wasn't sure about him, and as a young female she couldn't help but think about the things that could oh so easily happen to her whilst going off with a strange man she didn't know well at all. Momma always told me to be careful. she thought to herself. She would not be pleased if she knew I was going off with some stranger I ran into at the library. But she thought for a brief second longer, trying to rationalize with herself. How else is one supposed to make friends in public places? I'm an adult now, I should be able to make my own choices and still be careful. I can handle myself if need be. "I'd love to," she finally said, giving him a kind smile. "It's been awhile since I've gone to get anything of that sort anyway. It'll be good for me." She gave him a side smile, a teasing glint in her eyes. "As for your indecision...you can never go wrong with a good cup of coffee, right?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sun was beating down on them as they walked, and Nascha was glad that her blouse was made out of lighter material. "So where are you attending college?" she asked, trying to make friendly conversation. "What's your major?" She couldn't help but notice the sounds of the birds singing in the trees, and her eyes caught people walking their dogs. Despite the heat of the summer, Nascha still enjoyed the outdoors, and part of the enjoyment stemmed from ice cream. There were always more than two ice cream trucks parked alongside different streets in the summer months, the familiar jingle always giving a happy tingle in her chest. "We should get ice cream too!" she suggessted as they walked, her face turning towards one sitting on the side of the road. |
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