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Post by burnard cox on Jul 30, 2010 16:10:31 GMT -5
 His tail flickered as he made his way quickly through the
underbrush and litter from the trees above. At the moment, he
was probably the smallest creature on the island not including
the skittering little bugs like the spider that crawled right by his
nose. That was also probably the most dangerous thing for him
and his current situation, most of the things on this island could
easily eat him without a second thought. Of course he had the
form he was born with, his human form, but still he could
probably easily be taken down. Though that didn’t mean he
would be quiet about it and just let it happen, hell he would fight
it with all he had. He squeaked at himself, to even let his
thoughts even go that direction was to admit his weakness and
it would be a cold day in hell if he would ever truly admit that to
himself.
The snow white tail flicked out again balancing his small body as
he continued his scavenge of the ground, those bright pink eyes
flicking quickly around watching for something good and
predators all at the same time. He just needed some time from
that fool that called itself a vampire, he paused the small squirrel
shaking it’s a head in a very human like manner as he thought of
that dumb ass.
No, he wasn't wasting his free time on something so worthless,
he was determined to do something constructive for himself
anyways. The pink eyes watching his surroundings as he tried to
continue his little hunt once more. All those things that had
seemed so small were always so much larger when you were the
size of a rat. The rock once small enough for him to move easily
now bigger then his entire body. Trees taller than skyscrapers
for those beady red eyes as he was a small white blur against
the dark ground.
Though the scavenging was cut short once again, though this
time from someone or something else. Burnard had easily picked
up the rustle of another moving through the forest and he froze.
His eyes wide and his little heart beating quickly right
underneath that white fur with his little feet already aching to
bolt up the nearest tree. The only thing that kept him stuck to his
spot was that he was also human which made him curious to
wait and see what it was and of course the fear that he would
never admit to but had frozen him there long ago. I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy
were afraid you'd turn out to be like Tag: Anyone who wants to play with a squirrel
Notes: little albino Burnard
Music: Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra |
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Post by zarek on Aug 1, 2010 3:04:25 GMT -5
zarek miles balthazar, .YOU.WOULD.NOT.BELIEVE.YOUR.EYES.if ten million fireflies...!!!- - - - - - - - - ♠ - - - - - - - - -
To put things simple; Zarek had no idea where he was.First, he woke up to find himself on the island, amongst the tall trees that stood like wooden monoliths above him. Second, he was scared shitless and wanted to know where exactly he had ended up and why. Third, when he woke up, he wasn't entirely what he had used to be.
When his eyes flickered open and he finally came to consciousness, he could feel instantly that something was off. His skin wasn't the usual shade of tan that it had always been, instead replaced by a short, thick pelt that he wasn't sure was gray or blue. His mess of white hair had been replaced by a mane that ran down his long head to the end of his thick neck, and his toes were traded for two pairs of glossy, black hooves. It didn't hurt, no, not at all; He felt strangely comfortable in the bizarre skin. But it still managed to shock him in ways that nothing had ever had, different ways than he was used to; While my memory may be shit right now, I'd think I would've remembered if I was a fucking horse.
His nerves seemed to spasm, as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his blood and his bones. At least, he'd like to think it was pain, but to be honest, there was no real word for it. It was neither pain nor joy, heaven or hell. But somehow, he felt nothing as his equestrian flesh quivered and melted along with his bones. They melted, churned, and mixed together until they were back into his original form, the one he had remembered himself as. His dark eyes looked blindly at the forest through his ghost white hair, forgetting his surrounding as he tried to piece together what the fuck just happened. The whole thing and took his logic and crumpled it, and tossed it away. It was useless now, logic, and everything that he thought couldn't exist; Those scary stories, told by the light of the campfire and laughed off before day could ever arrive? They may as well have been true; Vampires, Witches, Werewolves...Is that what I am? A werehorse?
The dim youth made his way through the forest as he wondered, his stomach growling, the only hint he would get at his true species. He wondered if he had always been one, a horse in a human's body, and maybe he simply his head a bit too hard and forgot his past with the injury. His mind was quick to drop it, merely forgetting it as his eyes scanned over the new surroundings, the green of the forest around him showing no signs of life other than the movement of the forest animals. The boy, not having been blessed with the world's longest attention span, decided to explore a bit, a smile on his face. He wondered if he would come to regret it a bit later on, as he could only stare in astonishment at the nature around him.
The forest was emptier than he thought, the main source of activity from the insects that skittered about, their multiple eyes staring at him as they awaited for him to do something, as if they feared Zarek and anticipated each and every move the boy made. But the bugs weren't what caught his eye, with their gossamer webs and clicks in the night. No, what caught his eye was something he ahd never quite seen before, a squirrel, with fur like a blanket of snow over the Ukrainian ground in the harsh winters. Reaching out his hand to stroke Burnard, he spoke, "Hey little guy...are you stuck in this place like me?", he asked, his eyes alighted as if he actually expected a reply from the animal, even though he had no kinowledge he was a shifter. Zarek had no idea what he was getting into as he ran a hand over the shifter's fur.
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lit up the world as i fell asleep... TAG. burnard!
WORDS. 670.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. fireflies - owl city
NOTES. d'awww, i love burnard.
CREDITS. made by karma!
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Post by burnard cox on Aug 1, 2010 4:51:26 GMT -5
He watched the blond boy, the fool seemed so clueless as
Burnard observed him from the ground. Well, all people seemed
so clueless from his squirrel point of view; they always looked in
front of them and never giving enough mind to what could be
below, above, or behind. When he had become this bleach white
squirrel that first time, a whole new world seemed to open up
with it and so much happening in places he never would have
looked before.
Burnard watched the young man before him, probably
somewhere around his age, and that hair that probably matched
this fur more than his own ever would. The thing that made
him freeze wasn't the fear, not anymore, but the fact that the boy
was acting so casual with him. Who the hell said he could touch
him? He felt the others hand go over his coarse white fur, a
feeling he still hadn't decided whether he liked or not. The thing
he knew for sure though was the other had touched him and that
was something the little rodent would not stand for.
He nipped at the others finger, it wasn't his first time. It was a
common occurrence with him and most usually an idiotic vampire
that failed to listen to him. Burnard was definitely not having any
shit from some fellow that decided he was going to play with the
happy little forest creatures because this squirrel wasn't for
playing nice. Without missing a beat Burnard jumped back
landing on all four paws in a defensive stance, like an extremely
miniature bulldog with a large white tail flickering out behind him.
A line of curses came through his mouth, only to be heard as
some loud squeaks and a bunch of meaningless chattering to
anyone else. It wouldn't stop Burnard though because he would
make sure that he was understood, whether it be with words or
bites. The thought in the dark of his mind, telling him to bolt up
that tree because he had no clue what this one was and he
could honestly just had signed his own death papers with that
bite. At least in the tree he would have a chance of escape and
the clothing that he had stashed up there before which would
probably helped. The only problem was that he wasn't going
to listen to that little part, probably the most rational thing in
his mind, but stand his ground and make damn well sure he was
heard. Now don't go wasting my precious time
Get your act together we could be just fine Tag: Zarek!
Notes: Fear the dangerous tiny squirrel XD
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Post by zarek on Aug 1, 2010 16:18:10 GMT -5
zarek miles balthazar,.YOU.WOULD.NOT.BELIEVE.YOUR.EYES.if ten million fireflies...!!!- - - - - - - - - ♠ - - - - - - - - -Zarek yelped, as he felt the small rodent's teeth pinch down on his skin, cutting it open. Bringing it to his face to look at the blood, it smelled different than he had remembered it. Not the normal, sickening metallic smell of blood, but now it smelled like ocean spray, sea salt lofting off the ruby liquid. He felt around on his head for any bumps or cuts again, thinking, Maybe I just didn't check well enough... Surely enough, his hand crossed over a knot in his hed under his soft-white hair, just above his ear. It hurt to touch, but he knew it was the reason why he couldn't remember anything.
Still, not wanting to look strange in front of his newfound forest friend, he looked back at the thing, smiling, as it jumped down and began to curse at him in a series of chirps. The whole thing looked funny to him, the little squirrel chriping away at him angrily, he began to laugh. "Feisty little fellow, aren't you?", he chuckled, no doubt pissing off Burnard. Letting out a sigh, he said, "...that's going to get annoying, real quick.", he warned. He wasn't really threatening the shifter, but he was giving him a heads up for the people that weren't quite as tolerant or patient as he was. He couldn't help but imagine a vampire flinging away the squirrel, just like that, simply because he pissed it off a bit; Wait, what? His memories were pouring in like a flood, filling into his empty skull until he remebered every little bit of his past. He remembered the vampires most of all, evil little bastards, though he'd always had a soft-spot for one in particular. Even if she didn't feel quite the same way.
Smiling, he was glad to have his memories back, but last came the knowledge of what he was, and it seemed this one was just a bit more slow-coming than the others. Even then, a couple of things became apparent to him: he was a kelpie, and he was hungry. As his dark eyes scanned over the snowy creature below him, his stomach growled ferociously to confirm what he had thought. He didn't have to like it, but he felt an urge to eat the shifter below him. He oculd smeel it on the squirrel's small breath; A shifter. While all these words that he thought he wasn't familiar with filled his mind, they felt so familar, and he knew he had heard them before. Everything made perfect sense. He wasn't sure why, and he knew he didn't like it, but some part of his mind urged him to rip apart the shifter and eat what's left. A morbid thought, yes, but not one that was going to be easy to resist.
Bending down next to Burnard, his face clsoe to the shifter's tiny paws, he examined it as it continued on it's line of curses, and he wondered if it was oblivious to the murderous thoughts that now swarmed his head so swiftly and uncontrollably. The grin from his face dissappeared, as he tossed the creature a knowing eye, hoping it could take a hint: I know what you are, and frankly, I want to eat you.
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lit up the world as i fell asleep... TAG. burnard!
WORDS. 543.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. old yellow bricks - arctic monkeys
NOTES. d'awww, he wants to eat him.
CREDITS. made by karma!
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Post by burnard cox on Aug 2, 2010 3:18:15 GMT -5
If Burnard could have smirked in his current state, he would have
when that blood came through the boy's finger even if it did
eave a horrible taste in his mouth. His tail flickered out behind
him in a quick wave of triumph at the damage that he had been
able to cause, no matter how small. A victory was a victory for
Burnard and he would take it and run with it.
Just because he could respond back with the same language
didn't mean he couldn't understand the words that the blond
spoke to him. Burnard gave another series of squeaks and little
squirrel barks just to say he would stop when he damn well felt
and not when it was convenient for the other. No one was going
to start telling him what to do now, that was for damn sure.
Then the kid got in his face? What the hell was wrong with this
guy before him? Burnard's beady red eyes looked at the guy as
he stared at him, his head tilting to the side as he could easily
peace together what was going through the nitwit's brain. He
most definitely was not def and had heard the stomach growl of
the other and Burnard was definitely not someone little snack.
Burnard gave a short squeak, maybe a warning but truly a laugh
of his squirrel little state, as he moved quickly back and then
jumped on to the boy's head. He shouldn't have put it this close
to Burnard if he didn't want it to be used as a launching pad up
to the tree where his clothing was stashed safely above.
His little pink paws quickly and easily carrying him up into the
tree farther and farther away from the ground at a speed only a
normal human could hope to reach. Above the ground, under the
cover of all the leaves and branches, the tiny albino squirrel
changed into that adorable face Burnard was born with. That
white fur traded for the dark hair on his head and those tiny red
eyes now also much darker. Quickly he slipped on the pants and
tee that had been stashed up there with practice ease. Just
because he was a shifter didn't mean he was going to run
around the island flashing all the other dwellers like some did,
that just wouldn't work for him.
Burnard made his way back down the tree, not as easy as it
would have been if he still had those pink clawed paws but easy
enough. He stopped on a branch low enough to be in view of the
other he had just been squeaking at not to long ago as he sat
down on the branch, his feet dangling in the air. The blond didn't
look so huge anymore now that he wasn't the size of the rodent,
the difference would always continue to surprise Burnard not
that he would ever let another know that.
"What do you bathe in salt or something?" Burnard asked
looking down at the other. That horrible taste of salt, almost like
he had drank salt water instead of biting the poor fellow's
finger, still lingered in his mouth. Me, myself, and I agree
You'll never catch up with me Tag: Zarek the little water pony
Notes: Buranrd would prefer not to be eaten
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Post by zarek on Aug 2, 2010 5:54:27 GMT -5
zarek miles balthazar,.YOU.WOULD.NOT.BELIEVE.YOUR.EYES.if ten million fireflies...!!!- - - - - - - - - ♠ - - - - - - - - - For a moment, the boy was in a trance by the animal's brilliant fur, never one to focus on one thing for too long. He could only think against those thoughts, thinking, Wouldn't it be a shame if I just killed this creature in cold blood, without a second thought? The idea of killing repulsed Zarek, though part of him told him it was just part of nature, to take something weaker and kill it mercilessly. He just could't decide, and hope that his body didn't come to a conclusion before his body, and do something he may regret later. That seemed to be a bad habit for the kelpie, to act before thinking ti all the way, and he could only remember how many times it had happened. Sometimes he wondered if he had a brain at all.
His train of thoughts had him fully captivated, distracted by the current reality that surrounded him. That's why it was all the more shocking as he felt the little rodent leap about his head, it's pink paws scrambling about his forhead for jsut a second, scratching deep into his forhead. Just as he let out a yelp, the thing was airborne, flinging it's way up to a branch up above. "Weird little thing...", he said, hand running across his forhead where a neat line of scratches now decorated underneath his pale blonde bangs. He could only look on in utter interest, as the squirrel's little red eyes scanned over clothes that seemed so neatly set about the branch, as if someone had set them there for later use. A smirk crossed his lips as he saw it's tiny hands run along it, as if it actually had some strange use for it. Cute, he thought, the only thought he could give to the strange image.
It was a bit less cute, as the squirrel's form seemed to collapse in on itself and disobey the laws of reality, slowly shifting into a black haired asian boy. Ugh, I'll never get used to that, he sighed, bringing to mind the image of himself, a horse with a pelt as blue as the sea that surrounded themselves, making that strangely painless transformation back to a white-haired human boy. Coming to accept it as a just a part of life, he watched closer as the boy's skin finally turned taht light, healthy shade of brown. His eyes studied over every inch of the boy's newfound body, as he stuggled to slip his clothes on, and Zarek couldn't help but watch as he did. Mainly out of the interest of seeing another human, having not looked in a mirror for such a long time, he had forgotten what one looked like.
A smile stained his lips as Burnard jumped down, clothes and all. He got closer to the boy, so curious as to what had just happened, istead of frightened and estranged like others would have been; Though it was new to him, he knew he wasn't exactly the most normal person either, and it was nice to see something that was atleast a bit like him. "So, are you a weresquirrel or something?", eh said with foolish satisfaction, genuinely interested as to whether the boy was. He stilll needed some getting used to, this whole kelpie thing, and at the moment he didn't quite know what he was exactly.
He tilted his head, looking confused as he spoke. "Doesn't your blood taste the same?", he asked, curiosity barely veiled by his voice. As far as he knew, him and Burnard were of the same species, and either way, he was going to get to know this little squirrel a bit better.
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lit up the world as i fell asleep... TAG. WHO IS IT FOR?
WORDS. 616.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. dear maria, count me in - all time low
NOTES. shit post, i know.
CREDITS. made by karma!
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Post by burnard cox on Aug 13, 2010 23:03:25 GMT -5
Burnard looked down at the blond boy, such a fool honestly. He
swung his feet from his perch in the tree not really wanting to
come down and why should he? What had the blond done for
him to come down and talk to him like a normal person? Hell, a
few moments ago he had been eying him like a little appetizer.
Weresquirrel? Where the hell did he get that from? "Were you
like dropped on your head as a child or something?"Burnard
asked leaning forward on his elbows, "because otherwise you
might want to think about getting that checked out. That is if you
can remember it for that long." Burnard was definitely far from
being a good kid and he really didn't give a damn what others
thought about it.
"I don't go around tasting blood like some little blood whore, so
how the hell should I know?" Seriously, why did it always feel like
he was doomed to be surrounded by idiots? Was this his
punishment for something? If so then someone was doing a
damn well job at it. He looked back down at the blond just trying
to figure out how something so idiotic had lived this long because
he couldn't have done it by himself. We Can Get Down
Like There's No One Around
Tag: Zarek
Notes: Sorry its so short
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