Whats this...? {Commotion} [Fea]

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Jonathon Windbur
Circling the pain inside my soul
I reach into your silence, to steal what you won't show
I try to find the answers in my fears
But what was found was lost again, as soon as it appeared

The whole area had cleared out as the booming, stumbling group had entered the park’s boundary’s; intent on a fight that their early morning drinks had promised. But of course they had already chosen their target, and despite the near hour chase they had given him the hollering men had not lost their determination, though their stamina had spiked and dropped in their continued hunt; while the youth, used to such acts of fleeing had held steady for the most part. Infact, the boy had already made himself comfortable in a place that he guessed the heavily bombed men would not be able to reach; stationed high in one of the park’s wilting trees.

For the better of twenty minutes the large group mingled among the base of the tree; some attempting to climb the thick trunk to be meet with epic failures, and those that made it even close to the boy were met with a heavy boot to send them on their way back down. One would be wrong to say Jon was enjoying watching these pathetic men fail at their attempts; rather, he was annoyed and somewhat frustrated by the fact they had picked him of all people. He was always trying to stay out of sight and mind his own business; and yet these guys had targeted him? Well, it wasn’t that hard to pick Jon out from the crowd when you thought about it. After all, his coat and stance was often nothing less then obvious when surrounded by other mortals.

For now Jon wasn’t feeling the slightest bit of anxiety though; and this was evident as his form was laid out comfortably in the tree’s interlocking branches, head looking upwards through their sparsely leaved tips. The mumbles and sudden loud voices from below didn’t startle him in the least, as the only sound he was looking out for was the grinding of shoes on bark if one tried to reach him. So far, those that had attempted such were all crouching at the base of his fort; rubbing sores or trying to rid themselves of other pains. Over time a few had left and others had joined; and it got Jon wondering how the hell all these people got drunk at the same time in the first place; not to mention that they all knew where the party was at.

He gave a sigh as the thoughts crossed his mind; this place he lived in never made any sense, and considering what was up with the whole possibility of war over this city he figured it wasn’t going to for a long while. Growing annoyed with the group below him he sat up, crouching upon the thick branch he resided on as he peered down below him, left hand griping a nearby branch as he noted that a total of five men about the tree; another couple wandering around the park aimlessly added to the count.

The men, who had all been sitting around and murmuring amongst themselves along with other things noted his movement; and despite the fact they were still drunk they moved quite well; almost appearing sober as a few sneered. “Ready to come down now boy?” One questioned. “Yeah, we only want to talk to you.” Another mentioned darkly; and despite himself Jon gave a slight shiver, it was hard to think what the group really had in mind, though it was obvious it wasn’t pretty. Snorting softly, the youth leaned back with a furrowed brow, wondering if he could make a run for it and get away without repercussions. More sickly calls heeded his ears, and looking down once more he snapped harshly. “Not in your life! Go find someone else to harass.” His fists clenched in defiance, silvery eyes glaring down with a sudden passion at his tormentors.


Muse; Deadish. It'll perk up once we start =3
Words; 649
For; Fea - Amethyst
Lyrics; Take it all away - Red

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There was a crow in the tree. Or, well, it looked like a crow, only huge. A raven, then, sat quite uncharacteristically in the tree where the boy was perched. Odd, because there were really no ravens in town, only crows, and odder still because it stayed there quite unaffected while the boy clambered about nearby.

It was preening it's feathers quite calmly as the boy lay still below, bothered only by a light breeze. After awhile, it gave up on that task, now happy to take a nice sunny nap in the treetop. It must've been a deaf bird, or a dumb one anyway, since all of the cacophony around it seemed to have no effect.

Until the shouting started to come from within the tree itself, anyway. It's one thing, after all, to hear shouting from a little ways away in a park, but when someone sharing a bench with you starts yelling, well, you take sides. Balam's inky black eyes winked open when Jon spoke down to his assailants, and a small caw emitted from him. He was somewhat annoyed, now. Trees ought to be left to birds, not to metal-armed half-men. His wings shuffled for but a moment before the raven hopped off of his branch and down closer to the boy. In fact, it hopped close enough to be quite close to the boy's face. It was a calm bird, not puffed up in angry, but perhaps just looking curious. It's head cocked as it seemed to size Jon up, and then, with a bubbling caw that sounded rather like a laugh, it dove down between the bottom branches of the tree right at the main rabblerousing drunkard.

And a jaguar landed on him.

A chuffing snarl was let loose right into the man's face, which reeked of booze. His paws were heavy on the man's shoulders, tail whipping behind the big cat like a banner in the breeze. Had someone who knew Balam better been there watching, they'd have known that he was simply playing around with the man-- despite the snarl, his posture was playful, not menacing. Still, to a drunk, all snarling cats are the same. With one more growl, the jaguar stepped off of his 'prey,' looking around at the others gathered, snarling and charging at them with a wild abandon until they scattered.

That chuffing noise continued even after they'd gone, and the jungle cat went to lay down at the base of the tree. Only, he didn't really lay down so much as sit back on it as a person would, paw draped across his chest and legs sprawled out before him, belly up. He was chuffing rather loudly, now--loud enough that it sounded exactly like laughter.

And then, it was laughter, and were the big cat had been there was a dark-haired, lanky man in a white tee shirt and jeans, laughing his ass off. "Oh, Shiva's ghost, ahahaa-hee...come on down, kiddo, they'll be at the pub for awhile before they can drink away that shock...ahaaahahahaaa! Ai-ya, I kill myself..."

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Jonathon Windbur
Circling the pain inside my soul
I reach into your silence, to steal what you won't show
I try to find the answers in my fears
But what was found was lost again, as soon as it appeared

The ones below let loose thunderous laughter at his reprimand, and scowling slightly Jon was to sit back and out wait them before he noticed something. Well, he wasn’t able to not have noticed the bird; for it was perched not a foot from his crouched form. He hadn’t noticed it before, and somewhat startled the boy stared at it. More so when it let out a laughter of all noises and dived down to trade feathers for fur, and beak to pearly fangs as the creature now landed upon the pathetic tormentors.

He scattered their terrified forms with ease, content to simply scare them as he sprinted after one then another, a loud yet not entirely unpleasant sound emitting from the large cat’s throat. Jonathon certainly didn’t know what to think, much less what to do as the graceful animal posed on a somewhat awkward fashion where the men had been not moments before. His splayed out form suddenly changing once more; to dark hair and clothes the form was at this time human; one who had found great amusement in harassing those sorry men.

Jon was shaken from his slight stupor as the human spoke; although it was obvious he was a shape shifter; you could also call them somewhat mortal in a way. Not without caution Jon heeded his words, and with a few moments of setting himself, he slipped to the ground with a muffled thud; knees bent and left hand to touch the ground as he landed. He kept his eye on the form not ten paces away as he straightened, left hand to rest upon his side as he murmured a simple. “Thanks.”

Jonathon wasn’t upset at the man’s interference to be exact; he knew he would have been able to handle the mortals, but had much rather not wanted to get caught up in fighting; as that was something he rather didn’t enjoy spending his time on. His hand shifted to pull a little at the furrowed cloth at his neck, straightening the ends as his previous shifting in the tree had caused it to reposition it’s self. As he did his gaze shifted to give the man more a questioning glance. Why had he helped anyway; and despite the fact that some people actually enjoyed helping others Jon wasn’t so sure that this man was one of those types...


Muse; Deadish...Sometimes being In Character sucks T-T
Words; EPIC FAIL
For; Fea - Balam
Lyrics; Take it all away - Red