Post by Marshal Corvus on Sept 16, 2017 12:43:33 GMT -5
A pale face stared into the darkening sky with a mixture of amusement and irritation. Riding the winds above him was a curious bird that rang a distant memory. It was little more than a white spec against the grey backdrop of the clouds, rising on the updrafts and swooping down in deep dives to pluck at his sweatshirt's strings. It was more playful than the last time he'd seen it, though it felt as though it'd been years since he'd seen its owner. Something akin to a smile played at the corners of his lips as the fullbringer watched the bird dance in the winds, his feet moving in the direction the bird flew.
His nose tickled with the faint scent of the coming rain as he walked. Marshal rolled his eyes as he remembered that today was when the forecast had said that a storm was supposed to hit. Of course it was and, of course, today was the day the bird and its owner decided to show up. As the bird came down for another pass, his hand unfurled as he tried to stroke it. Rather than being graced with the gentle caress of feathers his skin was met with the wet squelsh of avian feces.
"You little..." he had to stop himself, the irony was just too much even for something he was saying only to himself. He paused his walk long enough to wash his hand in a fountain that happened to be in the park and the raven, apparently, found this irksome as it sqwaked its annoyance as it hopped to and fro on a nearby branch. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
He jogged over to the tree where the bird had come to rest before he looked up as if to say he was ready to continue following. For better or worse, the fullbringer was ready to face the Quincy once more. It'd be nice to see a familiar face and nicer still to confirm the rumors he'd heard about the girl. Excitement and anxiety in equal measure played at the edges of his mind as he was also looking forward to showing her the phenomenon he'd displayed in his clash with other Quincy and those other two he'd gathered.
Leaves crunched beneath his feet as he began his trek into the forest behind the bird. It hadn't been that far of a walk from the park where the bird had found him, a few city blocks at most but nothing Marshal wasn't accustomed to walking at this point. The white raven flew from branch to branch amidst the trees, looking back every now and again to make sure the mortal was still in pursuit and annoyingly chirping if he wasn't going fast enough.
[WC: 460][TWC: 460]
His nose tickled with the faint scent of the coming rain as he walked. Marshal rolled his eyes as he remembered that today was when the forecast had said that a storm was supposed to hit. Of course it was and, of course, today was the day the bird and its owner decided to show up. As the bird came down for another pass, his hand unfurled as he tried to stroke it. Rather than being graced with the gentle caress of feathers his skin was met with the wet squelsh of avian feces.
"You little..." he had to stop himself, the irony was just too much even for something he was saying only to himself. He paused his walk long enough to wash his hand in a fountain that happened to be in the park and the raven, apparently, found this irksome as it sqwaked its annoyance as it hopped to and fro on a nearby branch. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
He jogged over to the tree where the bird had come to rest before he looked up as if to say he was ready to continue following. For better or worse, the fullbringer was ready to face the Quincy once more. It'd be nice to see a familiar face and nicer still to confirm the rumors he'd heard about the girl. Excitement and anxiety in equal measure played at the edges of his mind as he was also looking forward to showing her the phenomenon he'd displayed in his clash with other Quincy and those other two he'd gathered.
Leaves crunched beneath his feet as he began his trek into the forest behind the bird. It hadn't been that far of a walk from the park where the bird had found him, a few city blocks at most but nothing Marshal wasn't accustomed to walking at this point. The white raven flew from branch to branch amidst the trees, looking back every now and again to make sure the mortal was still in pursuit and annoyingly chirping if he wasn't going fast enough.
[WC: 460][TWC: 460]