Post by yemon on Jul 19, 2011 23:57:56 GMT -5
[/b][/left]Salvation is only
a prayer away...
A large orange beak slid itself across an outstretched wing; tongue slowly wiggling to loosen any debris which may have been caught there. Satisfied that preening had been done correctly, the tawny owl shifted his stance and ruffled his feathers; all the tiny bits of loosened down drifted downwards along the ranks of his peers sitting and waiting.
A hand quickly shifted over his nose softly to knock a tiny bit of down from settling there. Yemon hated this place. Owls were rather dirty and this place seemed to always be caked with poop and discarded feathers. He have wondered if anyone ever bothered to clean it. He lifted his foot to check the bottom of his shoe, and sure enough it was gooey and gross. He knew, having Mary, that birds could not control their bowels, but he still disliked it in here. Perhaps because there were so many of them. He began to spit loudly, both hands now frantically trying to bat away the dust and feathers that seemed to snow down from the upper levels; A tightly sealed letter in one hand effectively shifting air to make the float harmless to the ground besides him. If only Mary would just deliver letters his life would be so much easier. She refused, however. She wasn't just some owl and she's chattered enough for Yemon to have even bothered to ask anymore.
As he eyed the school's owls, he noted how creepy it was to have so many large sets of glowing yellow eyes looking at him. Each owl, in turn it seemed, shifted it head to get a better look at him. The largest let out a soft hoot and lazily shifted his eyes away. Yemon decided he liked that one the most. He slowly made his way to stand in front of the owl, its attention now gotten, Yemon could see his feathered horns shift upwards in curiosity. Its beak clicked at him and when yemon lifted the letter it lethargically stuck its leg out.
"Will thee please deliver this letter unto my family? Thou hath my deepest gratitude and trust with such a charge."
The owl's large eyes blinked slowly at him and a soft hooo indicated to Yemon he'd do it. After sputtering off where to find his family Yemon fastened his letter to the owl's leg and stood back. After a few flexes of his wings the Great Horned lifted from his perch and seamlessly floated off and out through one of the many holes to the outside. Almost immediately another owl landed to occupy the horned owl's spot, chittering somewhat loud and obnoxiously. Yemon curled up his lip and left. He was done here; there was no reason to hang about it such a loud and dirty place anymore.
He opened the door and felt the sunlight flood his eyes. It felt nice to have a pretty day, even if things in the world weren't so right. He yearned for more, but he didn't dare admit that he had become bored with the drab way of things lately. It seemed everyone was all too busy with their own things to care about anyone else; Yemon, himself, was no exception to this. "For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy..." The bible told more truth then he could handle. He, like all other men, was described in that verse; it was one he had come to remember by heart. Still, man couldn't help such things. they were all, in a sense, flawed. Yemon just hadn't felt enough to let anyone else flawed into his life. His own sins and flaws prevented him from letting his guard down.
"Watashi wa ikutsu ka no tanoshii...to tabako ga hoshii."
He half muttered under his breathe. He always spoke of private things in Japanese, it made things easier. Especially here, seemed most people he came across could only speak English. He'd met a few who knew French and one German once. but he'd never met anyone outside of his own family that knew Japanese. But his family knew his secrets. These people here, did not. He liked to keep such things that way. Clutching his hand over his chest as if he were in pain he closed his eyes, lips barely parted as he took in a deep breath. He had to remind himself that this was for his own good. He had to do this.
" The way of a fool is right in his own eyes: but he that hearkeneth unto counsel is wise."
His soul depended on it.
All you need do, is fall to your
knees.
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