Give It To Me

*Oddity* · 08-12-2013, 10:37 PM

The early morning gave off wafts of discontent in the water. Cooling the wind over the sand, below the overhang of rocks that supported a ledge. The sun lingered over the edge of the blue water. Never ending like a void in which many could have thrown themselves out onto it, only to drown. Who would want to die? Who would want to give their life away and watch the body float down the river. Well there were no names, but there could have been curses and words that skipped across the blood plain to land here, where the waters edge was. The man stood on the edge his paws sinking into the summer sand as he felt the waves of cool waft over him. It was sweet relief for the thirty three inch tall male, from the summer haze in which brought many death threatening things. The survivor had not cared since the first day his father passed away. Or since the death of the two young boys Natsu and Dragneel, who had begged to be swept away by the current. His bi colored eyes starred out in the distance, what he was looking at he wasn't so sure. All he knew was the mystery was how much blood had been spilled on this beach, how much pain had been felt, and how much he couldn't feel sad for them not one bit. His wonder was pointless, just as was the waves washing up against his pads. The black male stood on all fours with brute force backing him up. A large visible scar starting at his right side of his neck, reach down to the left side of the inside of his forelimb. The first time he ever crossed his father, had resulted in a near death experience for him.

Oddity's movement was almost non existent, standing like a ghost where he was. There were things on his mind he couldn't pass, the light that reflected across his eyes made him want to sink his teeth into flesh again. The screams were his favorite part. They gave him chills, and why, he didn't know. There were lots of things he didn't understand, even if they were to be explained to him. The silence made it easy to feel his own heartbeat against his chest. The constant thud of the machine that was giving him life. There were plenty of them lying out in front of him. All pointed up and the blood pooling in a sea of red wine. Wine that he could drink from and gain power every time a single man was killed. His kill total was unknown, but all men. He was under strict rules to himself to never harm a women or child unless they had crossed him in a way unimaginable. There were never dreams, only darkness, in his past of emotions. Once he finally began to move again the mist was gathering around his ankles from the heat colliding with the cool air of the water.

Oddity made his way down the bay, watching the crows fly above in the hopes of catching fish, or possibly any other meals. Eating, eating, sleeping, drinking, and surviving. Those were the things listed on his forehead clear as day. Surviving, killing other men and those who wanted to kill him, wipe them off the planet. Some men could be handled like others, others could not. As was the same vice verse. His jaw opened as he watched a different type of bird dive in the water to grab that fish. Such an odd behavior. The boy hopped into the cold water immediately. Shivering from the cool feeling of the water. He only went up to his stomach before the bird was back out with a fish in it's beak. Oddity's mouth was almost still open, until he closed it to be knocked back by a wave. Climbing back onto the shore he shook his fur free of the water droplets. Sitting down and watching the birds dive, interest sparkling in his blue eye.

Speech,

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