semi-hiatus

THE BEAST had rarely shifted when the young two-leg had went on his own exploration. He was a young one, a hatchling at best, and no doubt curiosity would loom just as one of their own might. The call of distress was familiar enough on keen ears for the beast to come running if necessary; for now, the sun was high overhead and the breeze ruffled feathers as gently as the leaves in the trees.

At the gentle call of the familiar name, Trico turned an ear and lifted their head to acknowledge the boy. While trouble did not seem afoot, there was something deliberate about their companion’s voice – as if on a mission. A low croon in response; the guardian stood slowly, taking time to stretch and preen flattened feathers, and turned their gaze expectantly to the boy once all  was settled.

           the time of day meant it was warm,  which the boy was thankful for.  colder nights could be fended off by curling up into the feathers of his company,  but he refused to spend a cold day doing the same.  regardless of how much his body would complain of the chill. winter months in his village would call for thicker robes,  would call for protection,  even as the children would flock outside to play.  he wouldn’t lie to himself and say he wasn’t one of them,  but only once he’d been bundled up to do so.

                      the beast towered over him,  he is reminded of many reasons to be afraid.  but he is also reminded of one reason not to be,  toriko wouldn’t hurt him.  not now. he waved his right hand in an arc,  towards himself,  jumping from foot to foot in an encouraging manner. 

                                 ❝ toriko ... ? ❞            it’s curious,  spoken through the curled fingers of a tattooed hand.  the child had wandered away,  not too far,  oh no,  he would never stray completely from his beastly friend.  but said companion had looked so comfortable,  he hadn’t wished to bother them !

                      in fact,  the reason he’d come back so early was because he’d found a barrel.  alas,  it was on a ledge that was too high for him to get to on his own,  which meant he required the help of the very beast he was trying to surprise.  so much for that.

i know this is a small fandom as it is, and how i was essentially the only active boy blog, but i’m sure there are others. and i definitely tried not to let myself be chased away, but it looks like it’s ended up happening, anyway.

( i’m sure you all noticed that neither link nor egyn are here very much, either. a shame, that. )

well, any way, if you’d still like to interact with me, you can find me on my prompto argentum blog. of course, no pressure, but, as it stands, i really don’t see myself coming back to boy. he isn’t fun for me right now.

The BURST of surprise from the other almost sent her to the ground, that put any thoughts of the boy being one of th -e dead to rest, a live person… she wa- sn’t sure if she were to be filled with re -lief or dread, the living became less a- nd less of a welcoming sight as the day -s rolled on.

A staring-contest had ensued the very second they had locked eyes, appeari -ng that not only she was in a state of shock to see another. You’d almost th -ink they had never seen a person th- eir age before. What felt like an eterni -ty, he greeted her back. He sounded nervous, and she didn’t blame him.

Soft hazels followed him as he stood up, she had debated to offer him a ha- nd but decided against it, given from the other’s reaction. She didn’t want to frighten him.

                      ❝  Clementine…                                                What’s your name? ❞

Clementine asked as soft as she could, her throat feeling a bit dry, even after e- merging from the river.

           he didn’t TRUST this. not any of it, it crept along his shoulders like fingertips and he was all too reminded of his worst fears. the boy kept his distance, instinct urging him to bolt. but he didn’t want to, not yet. he missed the company of others, and if he must get it from strangers, so be it, so long as they weren’t hostile. he could be good, he was reliable. he was all right.

                      he looked her over, taller than him. that isn’t a surprise. everything seemed to be taller than him. he wondered, not for the first time, if he would grow tall once he grew up. he wished it would come faster, he doesn’t much like being short. but the thing that stood out were her clothes, nothing like his own. it made him curious, he wanted to know where she was from. certainly not his village, she didn’t look much like him either. he frowns, slow. he thought on what was best, he wanted to know what was okay to do.

           blinking, he looks around her, looks around them. he didn’t feel comfortable giving a name, not even now. not even with her’s. names are POWERFUL things.

                                 ❝i like your ...❞ he brought a tattooed hand up to his head, implicating hopefully understandably at her hat. the word for it failed him, and he realizes he should have paid more attention to his elders. he was never swell at learning languages. it’s coming to get him, now.

          Convinced the boy is awake enough, they will begin to move to their feet. Slow at first. Knocking their companion over or causing them to fall was their last intention. But soon they will stand at their full height. Bowing into a stretch. A soft trill from their mouth as they settle into a sitting position. 

          An ever so slight tilt of their head as they looks down at him. They required his guidance, even on the smallest of things. He was nimble, and unlike them, was able to fit in the small spaces which the barrels typically hid.

           he moves with his company, leaning himself onto his knees before beginning to stand. sleep still aches at the corners of his mind, and if he lingers too close to torico, he’ll want to lay back down. he’ll want to go back to bed. but it is not that time anymore, and he nods again at their noise.

           while the company of another he could speak with was REASSURING, in a way, boy still didn’t know her. he did not feel comfortable saying more than a few words, and kept a bit of distance between them. perhaps, if outside of this horrid place, he could talk freely, but the fear that strummed his veins like an instrument kept him from doing so. he couldn’t trust anything here, not even the beast that followed him out.

                      staring up at the sky, the child wonders, not for the first time, just how far away from home he truly is.

                                 ❝ready to move on ?❞ he asks, drawing attention to himself again. the sooner they got out, the sooner he could go home.

          “ … torico? ” wasn’t that an anime? she looked over the boy’s troubled form. he didn’t seem like the type to be into that sort of thing, but… looks can be deceiving, she supposed.

          “ … i don’t know,” she admitted. ayano would’ve continued about the likelihood of both of his ‘okay’-ness, but what if this boy was… you know? it wouldn’t be right. not for this potential food anime guy, and certainly not for this boy. instead, she offered him a gentle smile, and a seat next to her with a pat.

          “ could you tell me more about him? ”

                                 ❝yes.❞ his expression is tinged with sadness, like his memories of the beast aren’t good. and that’s not... entirely a lie. torico is someone he CHERISHES, yes. but the lingering fear and anxiety that came from the last thing he can remember before waking up here... that is what makes him sad.

           he frowns, looking down at his bare feet then. that’s... not great, but it’s not like he can do anything about it. slowly, he comes over to join her.

                                 ❝he’s my best friend, really.❞ he begins, wasting no time.           ❝at first, i was scared of him. he’s big, and i’m... not. but he didn’t hurt me. he didn’t MEAN to, anyway. i forgive him because it’s not his fault, but we. we beat the bad guy, didn’t we ? we did it, together. but he’s hurt and...❞ trailing off, the child exhales. he’s almost overwhelmed with confusion and the want to search for torico, the want to cry.

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     The sound of his tongue and the second outcry brought panic to the reptile. Gahhaji pauses; this was something he had hoped to avoid. Why would he be afraid? Had the lizard-man wished to do harm, the child would not have seen him coming. Does he not know this?

     But he is not man, and his ways are not theirs. Thinking quickly the titan saw between the boy and he one of the things the child brought to the river; bending to take it, he strode forth from stream to riverbank and, slowly, offered it to the child. 

     Perhaps this would assure he meant no harm. Hopefully, at least; though he offered no words to accompany the gesture. The tongues of man came hard to his kind, but at the very least he understood the plea that the boy had uttered. 

           too young to realise true danger, but old enough to be afraid of many things, the boy does not rise from his place at the ground. if he makes himself smaller than his four feet five of height, does this show that he is not worth the fight ? not worth it to eat ? he doesn’t know. he hopes.

                      he held his breath when the beast moved, squeezing his eyes shut because if he were going to die, he didn’t want to see it. but it never comes, there is no pain, no additional hurt, nothing. and with courage that he forces himself to have, the child opens one eye. and then both. confusion littered his face, now, almost comically.

           hesitantly, he stands, using both hands to grab onto the fishing box. it didn’t SEEM any worse for wear. still usable. perhaps he wouldn’t come back empty handed, after all. ... still. he looks back up, frowning thoughtfully.