RP:Birdator
Summary: Irenic gets laughed at and mocked by Eloni.
Glimmering Pathway
When the sun is high and the beams strike the marble pathway, tiny flecks of gold reflect and light up with path with a shimmer. The path leads on to the Chamber of the Raan, the great house of the Senators and people. The path bleeds with decadence, giving off the feeling that only the just and worthy should tread upon the ground.
Irenic is here and it's during the night where he knows he won't run into most people. He needed a break from his post in Larket as a lot of drama and disaster has been surrounding that area as of late. He sort of grumbles as a feathered forewarn raises to pull the black hood down to obscure face further from the titanium beaked visor which hides his actual beak. An eye patch over his brown left eye for it's useless anyway and the silver one looks about so he may let out a relieved sigh at he vacancy of this town. He starts his way slowly to the library, maybe he can find a dark corner and kick back a little with a book.
Eloni thickly soled armored boots clip loudly on the stone walkway as she takes her time walking from one place to another, a rare thing for an avian to do, but something this avian finds refreshing from time to time. Clad in her knightly armor she had just stepped from Brennia castle for a nice evening stroll about the city. Her eyes where half closed half cast down at the road as her mind wondered about the passing few days. Half noticing the cloaked figure, her size and a little taller. She stepped to the side to pass, and as she passed her snowy wings would brush up against the figures ivory set, a kind of avian greetings. But as they brushed together her pondering stopped as the wigs where much to perfectly soft. "Irenic?" She posed in a soft voice. Keeping her wing pressed to his. As her clicking footfalls stop next to him. "Why are you hidden away so?" She asks while teasingly reaching for the hood of the cloak to pull it back playfully.
Irenics own wing pressed toward the other out of habit before his name was said, "Merde" he mumbled before thinking how very tired he's been. He's more alert at night and during the day he had Royal Guard duties. The last he heard that voice was when Quizzical passed and the thought of the boy was enough hesitation for Eloni to get one over on Irenic. Damn it all the hood of the cloak was slightly drawn askew before he was able to capture it with his hand, but that hand is covered in small ivory feathers, almost like fur and the fingers end in sharp black claws. "No, no!" He had called in attempts to jerk away and there he stood a few steps away looking at Eloni. A sigh was given, the jig is up. That same hand pushed the hood all the way off and took off the beaked visor. "This is why, nosey Eloni." He would scowl harder if he could... or if you can even tell through the feathers and black beak, very pristine ivory feathers though.
Eloni's golden orbs widen slightly as she catches the feathered and taloned hand that reached for hers. Snapping back her right hand while her left fell to grip the hilt of her sword drawing it slightly as the monster started to reveal himself. Her look of surprise Turing to one of so many questions as she shifted a step back and slid her blade back into its sheath. Even with how he looked she could tell it was her friend. "What happened to you?" She steps in close now, one hand coming to rest on his chest as she leaned up, looking as if she may place a kiss upon his beak. Her eyes took in every inch of the apparent devolved avian. Looking more eagle than man in some places. "Do you have some beacon for cursed? I swear." She gives a soft chuckle though doesn't back away. Still studying the man in great detail.
Irenic didn’t move away and only looked down at Eloni with a bored expression. Even if he didn't really look like Irenic and she didn't put it together by now then his attitude would have for sure gave him away. "If I had an idea of what happened to me, then I would know who and I would not be here talking to you… I'd be taking care of it." His chest wasn't feathery, but is covered by the cloak and he would back away, but she seems to be leaning on him. His ever so (Kenpachi-esque) gruff continued, "I don’t mean to sound… Whatever. I just have quite a lot on my mind." Irenic offers his own short and dark chuckle, "Yes… Well, I guess my past warrants it." His words sound like he should be having some gross pity party about his plight, but his attitude proves he's careless about it.
Eloni found it quite endearing that the man could manage the ever bored look even in the state he was in. His little verbal jab inky made her smile a little more as she doesn't back down. Her attention shifting to his beak a her hand comes up as if she was going to trace along it "I'm sure you would be throttling the one who cursed you. Unless you upset that little caster you love." Her tone growing more playful. "Did we kiss another girl in the library again. For shame lord dove." Her hip popped to the side bumping into his hip. She seemed to be enjoying greatly his current predicament. " And what bad would you have done to warrant such a regression... a birdator.. I'm going to call you that now."
Irenic now shifted slightly away from the woman, "Something like that." A sort of angered flash glints in his eyes, "I don't believe she has anything to do with this... You'd be careful when talking of Valrae." The tone darkened sort of threateningly and for a moment he wondered how she even knows of her, but just chalked it up to when they met on the beach that night when they laid the orphan boy to rest. He felt himself tense up more at her questioning making his gaze narrow and his beak comes centimeters from touching her nose, "Wouldn't you like to know." Seems his temper is shorter in this form and he didn't even notice how his wings were slightly arching and the feathers there fluffing out as it seems Eloni is really pushing his buttons tonight. A low guttural sort of (human) growl emits from him.
Eloni knows when to back down a bit. Usually if in the right mood she would keep pushing those buttons to have a fun little fight, we'll fun to her. But she wasn't currently in the mood for such an act so she skipped back a pace then two to allow him some room. Her knowledge of his relations comes mostly from here say but his anger at the mention all but confirmed it for the knight. She will allow that topic to drop as well. "Fine, fine.." said with an exasperated sigh, one hand falling to her hip while the other came to rest on the hilt of her sword. "So you have ideas as to who did this to you? Or why?" Not of her own accord her wings had started to fluff out aggressively as well, almost as if they where issuing a challenge to the incredibly soft ivory wings of the man. "Though if you don't with to answer that's all up to you. I'll not compel anything from you. If you don't want to talk about, that would be fine as well, lord dove"
Irenic backed down as well and almost went to apologize for his anger, but a part of him isn't and placed the blame on Eloni. His wings eventually smoothed against his athletic form with a frustrated sigh, "Well. I am not sure if it is even someone from this land. Where I am from, Island Vere, I actually slept around quite a bit and I didn't watch the false promises I spread. It could have been someone from my past or possibly my old master when she learned of my pledge to the Queen of Larket. The only facts are that something different happened to me the night with Quizzical and the next night another anomaly happened between Valrae and I." That was as much as he wanted to share on that subject, but the fact was someone cursed him that he first time he expressed true love with someone that he would be cursed to this. "Then I woke in the middle of the night as I started to turn into this..." He looks down at himself, "This, hideous thing." He has yet to mention that during the day he's normal besides the fact he can't speak common. Oh! And the fact he's a wingless joke and perhaps an Avian admitting to another Avian that they lost their wings was too shameful for him. Wait!? Why does Irenic even care what anyone or even Eloni thinks. That's never been like him. "I was going to try the library here to see if this has ever happened to our kind before."
Eloni frowned slowly as she couldn't help him in his quest, having never heard anything about such a curse in her own studies. It would seem one went through a good deal of trouble to cause him trouble. But his mentor of his homeland perked her interests. "Where was it you said you where from?" She had heard the name clearly but she wanted him to say it again. Is he from the same place as her countess. She would have to poke around her lovers collection to see if there is some book of native curses. With Brennia's history she didn't want to question her of her homeland, she hasn't heard any good stories about 5lthe place so far. "The library does hold many interesting books. Maybe you would be able to find something there. But it almost feels like some play on lycanthropy, one way at night and another during the day. Or those rat monsters from the sewers of Larket."
Irenic seemed to furrow a brow maybe, I don't know it's hard to tell with the feather face. "Yes? Island Vere Land of Avians protected by the Count Smyth... Or was." He remembers murdering the family and still unaware of Brennia for his memory has been wiped of her thanks to Artia. His eyes scrutinize her tattoo marks, "What of it?" Her markings were not accustomed to Vere so he knows she's not from there. Then he sort of got defensive, "I've said no such thing if it being different during the day." But his obvious ruffle or defensiveness gave him away and he starts to slowly stalk toward the library, "What a mess I've gotten myself into." His last run in with Valrae did not go well whatsoever either.
Eloni had decided to drop the talk of his homeland there, if he hadn't known about Brennia she was not going to bring her into it, slowly she moved in upon him again, though to simply thump him on the chest with the back of her hand, making an attempt to lighten the mood even just a little. "I may not know anything about it now, but I have a few books I brought with me from my barracks, I could look through them and see if there is any history of this happening before." She considered this man a friend and didn't like when one of her friends where in such a state. She liked the normal grumpy occasionally playful Irenic over the moody monster Irenic. "But if you don't get fixed any time soon... would you like to be my pet?" She gave a playful wink as she looked over him slowly, trying to spot any cursed marks or any hints to the magics used, sometimes she cursed the fact she was useless with magic, how much easier would life be if she had the talent.
Irenic nodded with a sort of grim look about him - or something, who knows. When she seemed to want to skip over the island Vere subject he got a little suspicious, but didn't dwell on it longer for she was mocking him again. His eyelids narrow on her before one of those massive wings swing around to swat at her playfully, but these wings are somehow different. Yes, shinier, but the strength a bit increased and he hasn't grown accustomed to it yet and the wing possibly garnered so much force to send Eloni stumbling a little.
Eloni did indeed stumble as she was swatted with that much stronger wing she blinked a few times looking from the wing to the man's face. Her own wing batting at his in retaliation, grumbling softly she gave him another swat. She sensed an air of suspicious when it came to Vere, she will keep quiet about it for now. Maybe she will talk with Brennia about it, his being one of her countrymen. Narrowing he eyes she would go back to examining him, peaking under his cloak and letting her fingertips run across the soft small feathers. Looking more like fur than feather. She may come off as mocking again, with her history, but she is currently trying to legitimately help him. "So when did all... this" She tapped his chest. "Happen? And I'm not going to lie... I kind of like it." Her golden orbs gave off a slight sparkle as a little half smile peek from the corners of her mouth.
Irenic seemed to grumble at her petting him but allowed it. "Two nights after Quizzical was buried at the beach." He seems a little more solemn for it, but quickly brushes it off. Why is everything lately pointing to the boy? A shrug would be given before pulling the hood back over his deformity. "That's all I've got for now, I guess I'll get going. I'm going to be at the library if not the tavern for a few days if you find anything." He shook his head when she said she liked him this way, "Yeah, you would. Because you are an odd one." A short chuckle given before he said in the most seriousness he could. "Thanks, or whatever." His cloak was long, but when he went to step around her she might be able to spot the bird like talons he has for feet.
Eloni would not pressure the man to stay, on a good day he was only good for a short conversation. Cursed to be a bird monsters seems to have cut that limit more so. But she understood and took a step back allowing him the room to leave. Eyes catching the large talons for feet but she didn't press it. She had a mission now to see if she could find any information on the topic. A wish to help one of her few friends, the one who seems to be unable to ever catch even the smallest breaks. The time line though mildly concerned her. Could this have been the work of the same person that had devastated Larket, the even that had led to the death for the man's charge. She didn't like any of it, giving a soft sigh, her lips would curl back into a slight smile as she calls out to him before he vanishes. "Make a small attempt to stay out of any more trouble on the interm... doubt you can but an attempt would be nice." Her wings fluffed up and flapped his direction. She was unsettled now, taking. A deep breath she would start back to the castle, wishing to look through her collected tomes.