Temperamental (Killian)

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The older boy seemed content with letting the battle go, as was Killian. He knew when he should back down. Killian raised his hand up, examining it without paying attention to the stupid, super-sensing creature that seemed prepared to defend himself if he thought Killian was going to attack. He wondered if the boy knew that Killian, in all his skinny, pale glory had unintentionally spared his life. Killian blinked, and glanced up at the bird, who looked still slightly disturbed. He didn’t blame it. It had all been pretty dangerous for the owl, though Killian knew that the boy didn’t think he was in mortal danger. He stood there in silence for a couple seconds, rubbing at his arm and frowning, trying to settle his thoughts. Then he glanced around, examining the ground thoroughly. Killian picked up the source of their fight; the tiny dead chickadee Killian had ended out of mercy. He held it in the air for a minute, then reared back and threw it at the boy. Killian turned, genuinely hoping it had hit him.

“Look at it carefully.” Killian said simply, his voice as pallid and bland as it normally was. He had no time for battles; he walked on out of the clearing with a placid sense of pride. Killian wasn’t going to be blamed for something he didn’t do. Maybe that made him the winner? He felt a tiny buzz of victory as he walked away, his stride more confident than before.

When Killian was out of view of the other boy, couldn’t see him anymore even if he turned back, he sank to the growled, chest heaving heavily. He coughed furiously into his yellow gloves, holding his stomach which seemed to heave a couple of times. Killian gasped for breath, though still coughing, and looking down into his hand. His brows furrowed; he hadn’t been imagining it. Killian was starting to cough up blood. Killian clenched his teeth together and then wiped the soft leather fabric on the rough bark of the tree, feeling it scrape against his fingers. Then he stood, and grasped his dislocated shoulder, lumbering towards the school.

He knew he shouldn’t have wasted himself on something so ridiculous.

(You could end it, if you want)

[Shiloh Wright]

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[atrb=background,http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee441/sekhmetwolf/graphics/Shimid.png] Shiloh extended a hand up to a low hanging branch on one of the pine trees. He was about to snatch the handling glove he used to carry Radar when he heard the something being thrown into the air with a woosh. He jumped to the side, letting the dead bird slam into the pine tree. He cringed, knowing that it was the bird and let out an angry breath. “Look at it carefully.” His orange eys narrowed, I won't be ordered around by a freak. His thought surprised him, for weren't they all freaks? No . . . some are more strange than most of us. The nineteen year old kept his eyes fixed on the branch, not wanting to face the crumpled bird. In his mind he was right, the teen had murdered the bird and had tried to kill hill beloved owl. He wasn't going to be proved otherwise, not easily anyway. Shiloh slipped on the thick handling glove, but he didn't call the owl right away. He folded his other hand around the glove, stroking the leathery texture as he watched the pale teen walk away. His finely tuned ears picked up the sound of coughing and he knew it was from the other boy, but he didn't feel like zooming his eyes to see him. Shiloh didn't know what was causing Killian to cough but he didn't really care. All he knew was that he thought that he deserved it. He stopped stroking the glove and let out a whistle, signaling the bird to drop down. Radar flew down towards the nineteen year old and extended his talons, allowing him to get a grip onto the glove. Shiloh's hand bowed slightly under the owl's weight but he soon grew used to it. He pet the owl on his light colored head and gave him a small smile. Shiloh didn't know what he was going to do when the owl eventually died, but as long as he was here there was no way that he was going to let someone hurt Radar. Whether it be a pale teenager or a horrific monster, he wouldn't let anything get to his friend.

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