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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 15:27:25 GMT -5
Soaring, flying, gliding; all these things the nineteen year old wished he could do. But instead he stood on the ground, weighed down by the world's decision to give him a different power. Up above him flew a beautiful white bird. But not just any white bird, it was an owl, a barn owl to be precise. Shining black eyes met the student's orange ones and a heart shaped face bordered by a ring of brown looked down at him. Shiloh smiled a weak smile and gave a quick wave at his pet owl Radar. The barn owl turned his gaze away and continued gliding around in the air, never straying too far from his owner.
Shiloh had raised Radar from an egg and the bond grew strong over time. Soon it was like the two of them were inseparable and Shiloh knew that even if he never gained any friends at the school he wouldn't care as long as he had his owl.
The reason he and his owl were in the forest was that he was allowing Radar to get a little excercise before going back to the dorm room. The headmistress requested that if he was to let the owl outside of the dorm that he would have to do it in the forest so that the chances of someone accidentally getting hurt by the owl would be slimmer. He had to let the owl out every day at dusk so that Radar would be comfortable in the slightly dark sky and Shiloh wouldn't miss curfew.
Shiloh walked among the trees, careful to not step on any leaves and startle the animals. While he wasn't able to fly, he did actually have something in common with owls and various birds. When he was younger he was injected with owl DNA, giving him the ability of super sight and hearing just like that of an owl. So as he walked through the forest, he made sure to keep his eyes and ears alert for the sound of other animals. The rustling of a mous under the leaves caught his attention and he held up a hand in the air, hoping that his owl would see it. Although Radar was a very keen hunter sometimes he would miss the occasional prey and Shiloh had trained him so that if he raised his hand the owl would see it as a signal for food. Only one more second went by before the owl swooped to the ground, talons extended. The prey didn't have a chance.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 16:27:45 GMT -5
The sun was setting very slowly. By the rate it was going, Killian thought that perhaps it wouldn’t never set at all; just sitting there in suspended animation. Then all the plants would wither and die and soon the humans would as well. Killian had taken off one of his old yellow leather gloves and had stuffed it in his black trench coat pocket; as always, he was dressed for a snowstorm. His skinny jeans only accentuated his lack of flesh, tight against his pale skin. The only thing exposed on his body was his face, and even that was half covered by his hat.
His bare hand was kind of gruesome. The fingertips were completely black, on his palm the damage was fading out to red and bluish bruises that would never go away. The bruising had been with him for a year or two, and it was only getting worse. It wasn’t just on his hands either; it was all along his body. Killian didn’t know if it was a sign of his impending death or not, but he did know one thing. It seemed to have an effect on plant-life.
Killian reached down and touched a wildflower with normal part of his hand. Nothing happened. He took a shaky breath and then brushed against the soft, herbaceous stem with one of his blackened fingers. Instantly, the flower’s petals grew grey and withered in. Killian jerked his hand back, startled. Even though he had known it would happen, it was still alarming. It seemed to only happen to plants. Nothing else he touched with the bruises died, but it made him cautious. He reached down tentatively and picked up the dead flower, staring at it indifferently. It was just dust now. Killian let it drop to the ground, as something else caught his attention. He kneeled on the earth, which was covered in bright green grasses poking through a layer of dead leaves.
Right in the bushes, a little Chickadee chirped. Killian cocked his head, mildly curious. It was full grown, but still small as any songbird. Its tiny beak took fragile and crushable. Not that he would that. It was cute, its shiny black eyes peering up at him. Killian stared numbly. Odd, how it would let him approach so calmly. He reached out, and then hesitated. What if he killed it? Killian retracted his hand, and slipped on his glove again, then gently picked it up. He saw the problem.
Its wing was practically torn off, hanging by a thread. Maggots squirmed and thrived in the open wound, and the Chickadee gave out a pitiful pain-filled tweet. Killian frowned, cupping it gently. What could he do? The bird must have already accepted his own death, if he was calmly letting Killian, big enough to be prey, hold him. Killian started to walk away from the bush, thinking. He could hear the leaves gently crunching underneath his feet. The shadows of trees around him seemed to never change. He was looking so intently at the Chickadee he hadn’t realized that there was an owl taking flight overhead. Killian sighed and the pet the wounded bird gently.
Only one last gentle touch, before he snapped its tiny neck and ended its misery.
This is what he's wearing. This is what I'm listening to.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 16:54:01 GMT -5
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Shiloh focused on where the sound had came from, his eyes seemed to zoom in. The edges around his vision blurred but towards the center everything became sharper and more clear. He could see a face, at least it looked like a face, but it was so pale that it took him a second to realize that it was a person. From what he could see the person was heavily dressed, sure it was getting dark but it wasn't cold. Shiloh was wearing jeans and a light jacket and even then he wondered if he was a little over dressed.
He could see that his hands were cupped gently around something. It seemed to have feathers which caused Shiloh to think that it was a small bird. The person seemed a bit sad as he pet the bird and suddenly a crack rang towards Shiloh's ears and a gasp escaped his mouth the nineteen year old's mouth. He zoomed back out, the area around him snapping back to him. The person had killed the bird and Shiloh was in disbelief. Shiloh felt a deep anger swell inside his chest and instead of thinking over why the boy had killed the bird he jumped to conclusions and decided that the boy was a bird hater.
His large orange eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists. "Hey!!" He yelled so loud that even Radar jumped and swiveled his head around, his meal interrupted. "What do you think you're doing!?" If this boy was a bird hater he was going to get what he deserved, and he didn't care who saw.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 17:11:26 GMT -5
When the boy shouted, Killian jumped out of his skin. He wasn’t startled easily, but he had been so concentrated on the bird that he had no defenses up. Killian turned and narrowed his eyes at the other boy, a little confused. What had he done to offend this person? His accusatory tone and hostile advance was slightly irritating. Killian pulled at his cap, frowning even deeper than he had before. What gall. Killian observed the other person silently, sizing him up with a precise, calculating cold stare.
The boy was older than him, it seemed, but he was a little shorter. His eyes stood out; a bright, almost toxic orange that made Killian take a second look. They were vibrant, almost reflecting in the impending nighttime. It was a little odd. Killian glanced over, cataloguing his surroundings swiftly, before noticing the owl. Killian’s eyebrows went up. It was a beautiful creature, with white feathers. It seemed to be feasting on something. A creature, perhaps, Killian thought with mild interest. Killian turned his unwavering gaze back on the other human, and dropped the tiny dead bird on the floor. It landed with a soft thud. Why did he have to yell so loud? Killian touched his ear tentatively, and stiffened his other arm.
“Um, excuse me?” Killian said, in his incredibly soft voice. He hoped that the boy would just shut up and go away. Killian wasn’t looking to waste his power on someone so obnoxiously head-strong.
This is what I'm listening to now.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 17:29:01 GMT -5
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Shiloh flinched at the sound of the bird hitting the ground. A sharp and angry breath escaped the nineteen year old's mouth and he walked about ten feet forward, so that if they ever did get into a fight his owl might not get too scared by all the noise. Even now that he was closer, he never did look down at the dead bird to see that its wing was torn off. Had he actually looked at the bird and put the pieces of the puzzle together he may have realized that he killed the bird to stop the bird's suffering but for the moment the boy in front of him was nothing but a bird killer, and already a hatred was brewing.
“Um, excuse me?” The boy had a calm voice, and it angered Shiloh that he was so cool and collected while Shiloh had a short temper like a bull's. Now that he could see the boy better he could see that he was younger than him but slightly taller. The height didn't intimidate him though for even under the heavy clothing he could see that this boy wasn't exactly at the peak of good health.
"You heard me. Do you think killing things is fun? That life is just a little game that is fun to tamper with!?" He pointed down at the bird, but kept his unatural eyes fixed on the pale teen.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 17:54:08 GMT -5
Everything was fine on Killian’s front, until the boy got too close for comfort. He glared, and backed away a couple steps, almost trotting over the fallen bird. He wasn’t exactly too concerned for the body; once a thing dies, it’s just a carcass. He remembered how reverently some people regarded their dead loved ones; if he so much as touched a body, they would throw themselves over it, as if doing so would protect the person who was already long gone. He had been called a monster before, and now this boy was accusing him of killing for fun. Killian grimaced. He never killed for fun. What an arrogant bastard, getting in his face for something so trivial. Did he want the bird to suffer?
Killian was itching to pummel him with his powers, but he wouldn’t waste it on anything so little. The person in front of him was just hot-headed, angry over something he couldn’t control, angry over Killian’s mercy. He hadn’t even taken the time to evaluate the situation. Killian could feel his fingers tingle with anticipation, but he bit at his tongue to keep himself from insulting the boy any further. If he was cool-headed and smart about what he said, then maybe this would just pass over and he could be alone again.
“I wonder how you came to get the impression that I’m some sort of sadistic animal killer. Listen to yourself.” He said, his soft words almost sounding bored. He wondered idly what power this boy held; he looked bazar enough. Maybe he would transform into something as large and obnoxious as his personality.
Now this is what I’m jammin’ to.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 18:09:29 GMT -5
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“I wonder how you came to get the impression that I’m some sort of sadistic animal killer. Listen to yourself.” Shiloh glared at the boy, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Behind him he could hear Radar making happy noises as he finished his meal. Normally he would have smiled at the owl's pleasure but he couldn't allow himself to get distracted so easily.
As he stepped closer to the boy he noticed that he had stepped back. So, scared of a little conflict? On any other occasion he might have let a smirk cross his mouth but he was so angry that his mouth remained down turned in a frown. “I wonder how you came to get the impression that I’m some sort of sadistic animal killer. Listen to yourself.” The anger bubbled up more inside Shiloh at the boy's remark. To him it was obvious, the bird was dead on the ground and he had seen the teen snap the bird's neck with his own two eyes.
"Well, the bird's dead on the ground. And I saw and heard you snap its neck." The fact that he had stated that he had both seen and heard him snap the bird's neck from such a distance made it fairly clear that his power was of the super sense type. "It's pretty simple to me killer." His last few words had an effect that sounded almost like snarling. He looked the boy up and down again, taking in his fairly dark outfit. "And it surely doesn't seem like you have a great joy for life anyway."
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 18:59:12 GMT -5
Killian watched as his intent failed him. His words only seemed to make Shiloh grow angrier, and Killian repressed a sigh. He really didn’t want to expend any energy on a fruitless battle. This person was just erratically jumping to conclusions. Perhaps he was looking for a fight. That was a conclusion Killian was absolutely ready to believe. How angry could you get over something like that? Perhaps he was just nuts about birds. What would he have done, let it live? Killian had thought that would be the much crueler method. It would only end up in the tiny feathered creature’s painful and inevitable death anyway. Killian couldn’t understand this guy.
“And it surely doesn’t seem like you have a great joy for life anyway.” Killian caught the sentence from his seemingly unending string of useless words. Now, how did he know that? It wasn’t like one could tell something like that from appearance; Killian didn’t think nor did he care about the way he dressed. He didn’t have a lot of clothes to wear anyway. In the mornings, he threw whatever he had on in a pile and dressed in whatever he could find. Perhaps this boy had a different power than what it seemed, and he could read what Killian was thinking. That alarmed Killian more than anything else; he hated mind-readers. His thoughts were private, his own. His eyes narrowed further, and his glare became dangerously icy.
“Are you a mind reader?” He asked, his voice harder than before. Maybe he would waste some energy on this boy. He was asking for it. Killian wouldn’t kill him, of course. He had to abide by school rules. But no teachers were in the area to pull them off of each other if they did suddenly fight, and so perhaps a little conflict was okay. It had been forever since he had actually practice martial arts, so he was a bit rusty.
This is what I’m playing.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 19:20:48 GMT -5
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Shiloh watched the teen's eyes get harder. It seemed that the older teen was finally getting to him. And even if the boy didn't kill the bird, there was just something about him that was making Shiloh really want to bug him.
“Are you a mind reader?” Shiloh let out a quick laugh, but it wasn't to lighten up the mood. The nineteen year old was far from cooling down but he did find it comical that he had made such a good guess that the boy was actually thinking that he was a mind reader. "Well I guess I really hit the nail on the head. And I'm not a mind reader kid." He made sure to emphasize the kid part as he was now intentionally aiming to piss the teen off. "I've got super senses." Shiloh brought one hand up and tapped the area near one of his orange eyes.
"What do YOU do anyway? Probably morph into a rat or something." He raised an eyebrow, Shiloh was now really trying to provoke the younger teen. Shiloh wasn't actually sure why he wanted to but he never questioned something he wanted to do, he just went with the flow. But part of the reason might have been that he knew that he was stronger than the teen, even if he was shorter, and he truly wanted to make the teen pay for hurting the bird.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 19:42:39 GMT -5
Killian realized somewhere halfway into their conversation that this was now a battle of harsh words, and this upper-classmen of his was intentionally trying to piss him off. So he was looking for a fight. Killian grimaced and pushed the lip of his hat up, so that his full hard gaze was exposed and he could look his opponent up and down better. Killian was hoping that the stranger would start a physical battle. Those were slightly more satisfactory then their current nasty exchange of words. Killian didn’t feel inferior to him because of age, or because of anything at all. The only difference between them was that the other boy looked a lot stronger, physically, and that probably meant he was going to throw the punch first. Killian rarely started fights; he just wanted to observe his companion’s actions before the fight began.
When the older boy said ‘Kid’ was when a nerve was hit. Killian had been treating him like an equal at that point, and being called a ‘Kid’ really pissed him off. What gave this piece of shit the right to deface me like that? Killian thought angrily. Fortunately he did not have a hot rage as this boy seemed to maintain. Killian could calm his anger down and channel it into something cold and calculating, serpentine almost. Killian’s wrath could be viewed in his eyes, which were now furious and chilling. How could he be called a ‘Kid’? This boy was more of a child than he was, impulsive and quick to anger. Killian had never gotten the chance to be a kid.
Killian raised his finger steadily, pointing it straight at Shiloh. He could feel waves of potential power escape him, his fingers growing colder as he struggled with his own abilities. This ‘man’ wanted to see his power? Killian would show him, and willingly, too. Killian remained frowning as his finger tensed.
This is the song now.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 20:40:23 GMT -5
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Once the word 'kid' was uttered from Shiloh's mouth he knew he struck a nerve with a kid. But he was unsure whether to feel happy or upset that he had done so. He did feel as though he had accomplished some sort of goal but it wasn't like he was thrilled. Instead, he felt sort of content with his accomplishment, but he was far from done with the teen.
The boy in front him didn't seem like the type to get into fights, and Shiloh was actually eager to see how he would respond to his comment. Already he could tell that the boy was pissed and that a million thoughts seemed to be running through the boy's head. The teen seemed to be hesitating but suddenly a cold look grew in his eyes and Shiloh knew that the teen had made his decision. The cold look in his eyes didn't scare Shiloh though, in fact in was sort of like dangling a piece of meat in front of a shark. It only drew him in and a small smile formed on his face.
Normally Shiloh didn't go looking for fights, his temper tended to lead the fights to him. But with this teen he wanted to start a fight. To know that this teen was one that was not easily angered only made Shiloh want to mess with him. And when Shiloh had a goal it would never be ignored until it was complete.
The nineteen year old boy watched the teen raise a finger. Already he could feel the tension of power forming in the air. So the boy wanted to show his power, that was fine with him, but he had no intentions of letting him use his power on him. Before he could release the full potential of his power, Shiloh let loose a punch, aiming for the kid's shoulder.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 21:46:56 GMT -5
Killian could see that smug satisfaction form on Shiloh’s face, and Killian developed a murderous intent. He knew he had lost in an emotional sense; it was not the norm, but he had been the first one to get angry and strike out. Killian didn’t like that. He had always made a point to be in control of his emotions. Seeing that atonement reach the boy’s expression struck a nerve. He wanted a payment for his loss; he wanted the other to be in pain. To feel fear. He was just ready to release his power, before the boy advanced and punched him. Killian cringed in pain, being pushed back from the force. He was very skinny, so it didn’t take much to throw him off balance. His lightness could be an advantage when he wanted to be swift, but this time it just deterred him. He swung, unbalanced, and his power released, though not at the intended target. Instead of at the older boy, it flew towards the beautiful bird.
“Dammit.” Killian said with clenched teeth, maintaining his soft-spoken demeanor even as he cursed. He didn’t want the bird to die, it didn’t deserve that. He felt only a seconds worth of relief as the power seemed to have narrowly missed the owl, hitting a tree behind it. Instead of embedding itself as a dormant switch as it did when hitting humans, when his power hit an abiotic object it turned into an explosive energy. The tree’s trunk shattered, turning into projectile-like splinters that showered over them. The tree’s large top fell in the opposite direction of all of them, giving a deafening crash as it crushed everything in its pathway. Killian’s eyes widened in surprise at the pain that resonated after the punch, and the destruction of the tree.
A splinter had shot out and caught him on the cheek, and a small trail of blood trickled its way down his face. The bright scarlet contrasted deeply with the pale ivory of his flesh. He gave a sharp ‘Tsk’ and then swung hard at Shiloh’s face. He could feel his fist connect with something, and he pushed, not sure if he had even hit the other boy. Killian hoped it had hurt; he had practiced martial arts for a year or two, even though he was rusty on his skills.
Killian quickly regained his balance, and stood, feet apart and knees bent, his eyes determined. He caught sight of Shiloh, and then pointed his finger again, feeling the power collect at the tip of his glove. It was quicker in doing so, this time. Perhaps it was anger fueling him. He released it, and was sure he had caught him that time. No smile was awarded to his lips for his accomplishment, and he was far from feeling any satisfaction when he started to flood Shiloh’s brain with pain.
It was part of his power; all he had to do was make a particular vein swell. He could see it growing and throbbing from his position, reddening the boy’s forehead. Killian watched unblinkingly, a frown still on his face. The throb in his shoulder was only getting worse. He was pretty sure that the other boy had dislocated it. That wouldn’t be the first time. As Killian was pointing, he could feel his life force being chipped away. Tiny, microscopic chips that wheedled away his energy slowly, but chipping nonetheless. His finger tingled, strained as he released it. He used his other gloved hand to grasp at his pain-filled arm. Killian watched Shiloh without any emotion, now only mildly frustrated with the fact that he had lost to the hot-headed bastard. Well, he was getting what he deserved anyway.
This is the song I listen to when Killian kicks ass. XD
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 22:25:40 GMT -5
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Shiloh watched the boy cringe from his hit and as the boy stumbled backwards he saw him unleash his power. The nineteen year old jumped to the side, even though he knew that it wouldn't hit him when Killian was in such a wobbly state he still wanted to take a precaution. He was curious as to where the power would hit and looked away for a second. Suddenly the air was all splinters and a blast almost ruptured his eardrum. He shielded his face with an arm, protecting it from the pieces of wood that showered down upon them.
Once he felt that the onslaught of splinters had ended he removed his arm from his face. Shiloh's eyes widened when he saw just how close the tree was to where his owl had been. But what scared him more was that his owl was no longer on the ground yet his prey had been left. Panic pierced his chest and a gasp escaped him. Radar was everything to him, and was one of the only friends he had. Shiloh felt like he would be lost without his beloved owl. He would have gone beserk right then and there had he not heard a screech up above him.
Radar had moved away just as the blast hit the tree and was no hovering in the air. Shiloh breathed a sigh of relief before turning his attention to Killian. The teen's cheek was bleeding, Shiloh knew that his punch had not done that and it was probably one of the splinters that had done so. But right now all he was focused on was the anger boiling inside him. This boy had almost killed Radar and he wasn't letting him get off easy. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!" His orange eyes sparked with rage but just as he was about to lunge he felt Killian's fist hit his face. His fist had hit him right on his left cheek and he let out a hiss of pain. Shiloh's hand reached up to his cheek which was starting to hurt like hell.
He turned around to retaliate but a pain had started in his forhead. It was first a dull pain and Shiloh thought he could ignore it but the pain soon grew to a throbbing and almost imobilizing pain. He let out a shout of pain and his hands pressed onto his forehead. Shiloh sent the teen a glare as he sank down on one knee, cringing from the pain.
Suddenly the nineteen year old's highly gifted ears picked up the sound of wings against air. He looked up agt the sky and saw Radar diving towards the ground, talons extended ferocity. Everything happened in a matter of seconds. Grimacing from the pain Shiloh launched himself forward onto the teen boy, knocking him to the ground. The owl swooped above both of them, almost catching his talons on Killian's knee. The thought occured to him that perhaps he should have let the owl sink his talons into the teens face but he decided that he didn't want Killian to accidentally die or get an eye ripped out. But the continuous pain in his forhead was making it hard for him to not want to go back on his choice.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 1, 2011 23:16:16 GMT -5
Killian could feel himself getting a little weaker as his power leaked through. He couldn’t do it for extended periods of time without seriously wavering. But short bouts one after the other was something he could manage. He remembered how he had discovered that he could make someone’s veins throb; it was after he had stolen bread, and the store-owner had caught up to him. He had a knife and that seriously had scared Killian. All he did was point and the man started to scream, holding his head and shaking it back and forth. The knife had created an empty, vibrating clank when it clattered to the ground. He had almost passed out, but then the man’s vein burst and he inevitably had an aneurism. Killian had been horrified. Now, he was older and more experienced, and he wasn’t so scared anymore. He wasn’t protecting any stolen dinner, either. Killian’s finger throbbed with effort, becoming colder. He wondered if it was possible to experience hypothermia from that.
“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!” Killian froze at that, eyes widening with some sort of new emotions. A mixture of traumatizing dementia and solidifying cold rage. Son of a bitch. He wasn’t the son of a bitch. He was the son of a righteous woman who fell mad from his own wrong doings, and her punishments were justified. Killian really wanted him to hurt, now. ‘Pain, more pain, hit him hard.’ Killian hissed inside of himself. He was about to do something worse to the boy, when suddenly the beautiful white bird swooped at him, and he ducked. But instead of being hit by flesh-tearing sharp talons, he felt the impact of the older boy, who tackled him and broke Killian’s concentration. He gave a sharp grunt, being thrown to the ground on his back. His shoulder sang out with agony and he gave a little inward gasp. Killian halted his power, his life force dissolving away from the boy, and he grasped his own shoulder. A bruise was blossoming on the older boy’s face, and a little string of satisfaction took hold of Killian. The owl almost grazed Killian’s knee, and he watched as it flew upwards.
Killian’s eyes widened and he gaze a yelp, the loudest noise Killian had made the whole day. He pushed Shiloh away with disgust and surprise, scooting himself back even as he held onto his shoulder. “Don’t touch me!”He hissed with anger, rubbing neurotically at the place Shiloh had pushed him down on. He realized that he had again lost himself to his emotions when he had been torturing Shiloh. The boy had won twice. Killian narrowed his eyes. He had almost tried to kill the other boy, which would have been stupid, and would have gotten him expelled. Killian bit at his cheek and then stood, glaring. He picked up his hat, which had been flung off, dusted it, and then stood in silence. He was listening to the disturbed cries of the owl, averting his gaze from the older boy and rubbing at his shoulder methodically.
”I didn’t kill the bird, stupid.” Killian spat, hatefully.
This is what I’m playing
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 1, 2011 23:59:28 GMT -5
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Shiloh raised an eyebrow at Killian's yelp. Aparently his punch had more power than he thought it did. The nineteen year old suddenly felt himself being pushed backwards and found himself sitting on his butt, watching the younger male rub neurotically where Shiloh had pushed him. Killian seemed a little more disgusted that someone had touched him than most people normally would. Not like Shiloh really cared about the other teen's problems.
“Don’t touch me!” Shiloh glared at the teen who he had now dubbed as ungrateful. "Well sooorrrry about saving your life you piece of shit." He stood up, dusting dirt and pine needles off of his jeans. The pain in his forehead had finally stopped but he was now a little light headed and placed a hand on a nearby tree in order to steady himself. He watched the injured teen get to his feet, picking up his hat in the process. Killian was rubbing at his shoulder, which now that Shiloh really looked at it seemed dislocated. A small smirk appeared on Shiloh's face, now that their pain both seemed pretty easily matched. The smirk disappeared though as Shiloh touched his throbbing cheek and cringed.
The look in Killian's eyes was one of both frustration and anger. The anger Shiloh understood but the frustration was a bit of a confusion to him. Perhaps he had gotten to the boy once more, making him lose his own mental battle. What that battle was exactly he didn't know but he was just as happy to have bugged the teen again.
”I didn’t kill the bird, stupid.” Shiloh let out a angry breath through his nose, orange eyes narrowing once more. "I know that. But you almost did! I knew that you were some sort of bird murderer . . ." Shiloh let out a long breath, leaning against the tree. He was angry but some of the fight was gone, at least for the moment. The panic of possibly losing his beloved Radar had really shooken him up, but he was careful not to show it. The other teen didn't look like he wanted to fight either as he was still gripping his dislocated shoulder and looked a little drained.
Shiloh was willing to still put up a fight if the boy made a move but for the moment he was content to stop. "I'm done with you, you ungrateful brat." He walked back to where he had been before the boy showed up, careful to keep his ears tuned so that he could hear every step and move Killian made, just in case he decided to charge him.
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