07-14-2018, 05:41 PM
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[glow=grey,2,300]JONATHAN CROW -- TAGS[/glow]
Dark leather boots crunched against the thin blanket of sun-kissed sparkling snow. Jonathan paused in an frosted alley, his glacial eyes of chilled sapphire scanning the street ahead. A man sat upon an old wooden bench, just feet ahead, head down, toying with something in his lap. It was black feathered and sleek, and very much alive. Jonathan gazed upon the leashed crow for several moments, eyes narrowing.
Composing himself, he drew closer, the only sound made by his figure the noise of his shoes crunching through powdered ice. The weight of the dagger hidden beneath his coat reminded him that he was armed, and he had nothing to worry about should the larger man decide to spurn his advances with violence, though, this was flintlock, not any bandit group he had known. The likelihood that he'd need his hidden weapon was minimal. Wrapping his gloved hands behind his back, Jonathan came to a stop, his expression stoic, his shadow passing over his fellow man, which prompted the stranger to look up from his pet bird.
"Hello there! Haven't seen you around these parts yet. I'm Joe." He seemed so unnaturally friendly. Jonathan was taken aback, it was something he wasn't used to. There was the slightest tilt of his lips, the hint of a smirk, but it was hardly warm. Quite the opposite, in fact. The small expression seemed to leach the heat from the air with its cold thinness. Jonathan wondered how many fears the other male had, what made him tick on the inside, and whether or not he feared death. Perhaps those were things he'd find out one day. But the future, for the most part, would have to be a quiet one. If he were to continue his psychological studies in Flintlock, he'd need to be quiet, and efficient. But most of all, he needed to be patient.
"Jonathan." The hooded man introduced himself, unwrapping his hands to bury them into the pockets of his grey ski coat. "It is....a pleasure to meet you." Something about the emphasis on the word pleasure suggested ominous intentions, but Joe didn't notice in the slightest. "Is that a crow?" Jon inquired, glancing back toward the plump avian. The beast was leashed via soft leather around the leg. With beady eyes, the animal turned it's head toward Jonathan, the sharpness of its beak glinting in the sunlight.
"Why yes she is! She's a beauty isn't she? This is her first time out. She was the runt of the group. Would you like to hold her?" Joe inquired excitedly, holding out the arm that the bird was perched upon. Something about the crow softened the chilled heart lurking within Jonathan's chest.
"Yes." Came his simply response, stony and flat, but Joe didn't mind, gesturing for the animal to hop onto Jon's shoulder. The creature nipped at his ear, but Jon let it slide. The bite didn't hurt. "The runt?" A question slipped past his cold, chapped lips.
"Oh yes! She came from a nest of three. I found them abandoned further down in the valley, I think a fox got a hold of their mother. I raised them here. They're used to humans, and well trained." Joe responded.
"Trained?" Crows could be trained?
"Yes! Watch." The other man made a jerking motion with his finger, and the crow promptly, with a flap of her wings, hopped back onto Joe's shoulder. "Say, you look like you could use a companion. I have two others. Why don't you have this one? She's leash trained! And easy to take care of!" Joe promised with a bright grin. Jonathan wasn't sure what to say. He had never had a pet crow before, and the last pet he had had, he had killed for his experiments. But something was special about the bird. It seemed to call to him.
"Okay." Jonathan agreed. On a whim, he made the same jerking motion with his finger he had seen Joe do, but the crow promptly ignored him. Frowning, Jonathan tried again.
"Oh don't worry, she just has to get used to you first! Lets start with a name! What will you call her?" Joe inquired happily. Jonathan thought for a moment, in truth, he wasn't entirely true, so he said one of the first things that came to mind.
"Icky." Jonathan finally stated. Joe raised a brow, but said nothing. They spent the next hour discussing Icky's care before Joe announced that he had to go, leaving Jonathan alone and chilled in the snowy street, a newfound companion perched upon his shoulder. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of the stale crackers Joe had given him, and the bird snatched it from his fingers with a croak.
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Dark leather boots crunched against the thin blanket of sun-kissed sparkling snow. Jonathan paused in an frosted alley, his glacial eyes of chilled sapphire scanning the street ahead. A man sat upon an old wooden bench, just feet ahead, head down, toying with something in his lap. It was black feathered and sleek, and very much alive. Jonathan gazed upon the leashed crow for several moments, eyes narrowing.
Composing himself, he drew closer, the only sound made by his figure the noise of his shoes crunching through powdered ice. The weight of the dagger hidden beneath his coat reminded him that he was armed, and he had nothing to worry about should the larger man decide to spurn his advances with violence, though, this was flintlock, not any bandit group he had known. The likelihood that he'd need his hidden weapon was minimal. Wrapping his gloved hands behind his back, Jonathan came to a stop, his expression stoic, his shadow passing over his fellow man, which prompted the stranger to look up from his pet bird.
"Hello there! Haven't seen you around these parts yet. I'm Joe." He seemed so unnaturally friendly. Jonathan was taken aback, it was something he wasn't used to. There was the slightest tilt of his lips, the hint of a smirk, but it was hardly warm. Quite the opposite, in fact. The small expression seemed to leach the heat from the air with its cold thinness. Jonathan wondered how many fears the other male had, what made him tick on the inside, and whether or not he feared death. Perhaps those were things he'd find out one day. But the future, for the most part, would have to be a quiet one. If he were to continue his psychological studies in Flintlock, he'd need to be quiet, and efficient. But most of all, he needed to be patient.
"Jonathan." The hooded man introduced himself, unwrapping his hands to bury them into the pockets of his grey ski coat. "It is....a pleasure to meet you." Something about the emphasis on the word pleasure suggested ominous intentions, but Joe didn't notice in the slightest. "Is that a crow?" Jon inquired, glancing back toward the plump avian. The beast was leashed via soft leather around the leg. With beady eyes, the animal turned it's head toward Jonathan, the sharpness of its beak glinting in the sunlight.
"Why yes she is! She's a beauty isn't she? This is her first time out. She was the runt of the group. Would you like to hold her?" Joe inquired excitedly, holding out the arm that the bird was perched upon. Something about the crow softened the chilled heart lurking within Jonathan's chest.
"Yes." Came his simply response, stony and flat, but Joe didn't mind, gesturing for the animal to hop onto Jon's shoulder. The creature nipped at his ear, but Jon let it slide. The bite didn't hurt. "The runt?" A question slipped past his cold, chapped lips.
"Oh yes! She came from a nest of three. I found them abandoned further down in the valley, I think a fox got a hold of their mother. I raised them here. They're used to humans, and well trained." Joe responded.
"Trained?" Crows could be trained?
"Yes! Watch." The other man made a jerking motion with his finger, and the crow promptly, with a flap of her wings, hopped back onto Joe's shoulder. "Say, you look like you could use a companion. I have two others. Why don't you have this one? She's leash trained! And easy to take care of!" Joe promised with a bright grin. Jonathan wasn't sure what to say. He had never had a pet crow before, and the last pet he had had, he had killed for his experiments. But something was special about the bird. It seemed to call to him.
"Okay." Jonathan agreed. On a whim, he made the same jerking motion with his finger he had seen Joe do, but the crow promptly ignored him. Frowning, Jonathan tried again.
"Oh don't worry, she just has to get used to you first! Lets start with a name! What will you call her?" Joe inquired happily. Jonathan thought for a moment, in truth, he wasn't entirely true, so he said one of the first things that came to mind.
"Icky." Jonathan finally stated. Joe raised a brow, but said nothing. They spent the next hour discussing Icky's care before Joe announced that he had to go, leaving Jonathan alone and chilled in the snowy street, a newfound companion perched upon his shoulder. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of the stale crackers Joe had given him, and the bird snatched it from his fingers with a croak.
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