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I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
His first adventure without Ma was pretty much the worst thing ever, so far. By the time he reached the forest outside the Rotunda he was tired, exhausted even, narrow sides heaving as he greedily guzzled air, trying to suffocate himself with the invisible stuff, to swallow it all like a whale swallows anyone who goes into the ocean (Ma had told him all about whales; he was pretty much an expert on them now). His stomach growled with a painful hunger that only milk could satisfy, and if he was being completely honest he would have confessed that he had no idea how to get home.
Zèklè wanted to cry, but he knew Ma wouldn't be impressed with that at all. So instead he tucked his little wing against his side and jutted his chin out determinedly, bright eyes glittering with unshed tears. He'd have an adventure. He'd do something cool. And then he'd go home and tell Ma all about it, and drink until his stomach was so full he couldn't even move.
Yes, this was altogether a better plan than sitting down and crying like a baby. The little bay squared his shoulders and set out into the woods, bottle-brush tail bobbing in the breeze, small legs covered in an assortment of scrapes which he cannot wait to present to his Ma.
Everything took an upward turn once he reached the Rotunda, which was one of the coolest things he had ever seen. Excitement thundered in his narrow chest- wait until Ma heard about this! She'd be so proud, so impressed with his discovery. He was probably the first to be brave enough to find it, too. Zèklè the Adventurer! Zèklè the Brave! He could hear it now, the praise of the Grown Ups--
But what was this? So he wasn't the first to discover this place. Damn. Well, maybe he could discover what was going on, and report that back to Ma. Maybe he could be a spy, instead of an adventurer. That would be cool, too! As sneakily as possible the boy crept forward, long ears raised toward what he now realized was an assembly, gathered around a tall Grown Up leader. What were they discussing? Plots? Plans? Something called The Raven? Mysterious, indeed!
He would need more information.
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By the time the tale was ended, Zèklè had forgotten all about his master plan, his hunger, and his scrapes. The littlest boy among those gathered was quivering with an excitement barely contained- "Wow!" he exclaimed into the silence Cheska left behind, young voice bright and brassy and quite impressively loud. "I wan'a ge' all tha c'lors from tha gods! 'Cept I won' get caught, 'cus 'm smar'er fen a rav'n!"
Eager eyes swept about the assembled crowd. His single wing opened and closed in excited anticipation, and the muscle on his left shoulder shivered in time. Clearly, the message had been lost upon the boy. Zèklè grinned, his sunbeam gaze glowing with the gleeful prospect. Sure, lots of the kids there had pretty neat colors, like pink and gold and white and black and his own blue (which was the very best), but none of them had the cool stuff like the Raven got from the gods.
"Who's wif me? We c'n all get c'lors!"
Now that would be something to show his Ma!
Zèklè wanted to cry, but he knew Ma wouldn't be impressed with that at all. So instead he tucked his little wing against his side and jutted his chin out determinedly, bright eyes glittering with unshed tears. He'd have an adventure. He'd do something cool. And then he'd go home and tell Ma all about it, and drink until his stomach was so full he couldn't even move.
Yes, this was altogether a better plan than sitting down and crying like a baby. The little bay squared his shoulders and set out into the woods, bottle-brush tail bobbing in the breeze, small legs covered in an assortment of scrapes which he cannot wait to present to his Ma.
Everything took an upward turn once he reached the Rotunda, which was one of the coolest things he had ever seen. Excitement thundered in his narrow chest- wait until Ma heard about this! She'd be so proud, so impressed with his discovery. He was probably the first to be brave enough to find it, too. Zèklè the Adventurer! Zèklè the Brave! He could hear it now, the praise of the Grown Ups--
But what was this? So he wasn't the first to discover this place. Damn. Well, maybe he could discover what was going on, and report that back to Ma. Maybe he could be a spy, instead of an adventurer. That would be cool, too! As sneakily as possible the boy crept forward, long ears raised toward what he now realized was an assembly, gathered around a tall Grown Up leader. What were they discussing? Plots? Plans? Something called The Raven? Mysterious, indeed!
He would need more information.
---
By the time the tale was ended, Zèklè had forgotten all about his master plan, his hunger, and his scrapes. The littlest boy among those gathered was quivering with an excitement barely contained- "Wow!" he exclaimed into the silence Cheska left behind, young voice bright and brassy and quite impressively loud. "I wan'a ge' all tha c'lors from tha gods! 'Cept I won' get caught, 'cus 'm smar'er fen a rav'n!"
Eager eyes swept about the assembled crowd. His single wing opened and closed in excited anticipation, and the muscle on his left shoulder shivered in time. Clearly, the message had been lost upon the boy. Zèklè grinned, his sunbeam gaze glowing with the gleeful prospect. Sure, lots of the kids there had pretty neat colors, like pink and gold and white and black and his own blue (which was the very best), but none of them had the cool stuff like the Raven got from the gods.
"Who's wif me? We c'n all get c'lors!"
Now that would be something to show his Ma!
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am i more than you bargained for yet?
am i more than you bargained for yet?
