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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 23:54:27 GMT
innokentiy lend me your hand, we'll conquer them all, but lend me your heart, I'll just let you fall. lend me your eyes, I can change what you see, but your soul you must keep T O T A L L Y F R E E TAG none! words 1687 NOTES yay first inno post -flails- feel free to throw anybody in. plus, since there ISN'T AND OWNER AND are no other staff at the zoo, I just sorta had to improvise x'D | Dominance. Control. Such were things of which the unjust sought out most. There were those whose primary ability was to spin the wheels of manipulation at will; the second skin. There were those who took pleasure in enforcing rules, especially within subtle expressions of responsibility and expectation, in vain attempt to create certainty from uncertainty. There were those who refused to accept reality without attempting to outsmart it. There were those who fought to buy control of their passions. There were those who were aware of life's terrors, affirming life with resent. There were those who took pleasure in a car with the gas pedal slammed to the floor, savouring living on the edge. There were those who were more easily governed through their virtues than their vices. There were those who constantly attempted to be joyful and proactively benign to others, fooling with a false façade.
Innokentiy, however, was no such man. He bore no particular lusts for material possessions, money, or companionship, much unlike most that had intruded upon his life thus far. His reality had no need for human interference as far as he could tell - he never understood people very well, and they, likewise, often misunderstood his behaviour. He didn't need anybody, nor they him. Well, aside from the mangy corporate dogs - barely even a deserving title; a dog would possess better management skills than half of them - that currently ran the place. There was little doubt that solitude was a challenge in most aspects, and to maintain balance within it was a precarious business. But spending too long in another's company, for the debatable introvert, was much worse a fate. But, hell, he was never alone. Not entirely.
He'd made plenty of mistakes in his time, but the worst of all, by far, was teaching a genet to use an iPod.
"'xcuse me," he mumbled, waving his hand in front of the oblivious critter's face, "'xcuse me! hey!" Despite the man's efforts, the frustrating male's eyes remained closed, head comically bobbing alongside whatever was blearing through those damn earphones. Figured. With an irritated huff, he paused in his meat butchering - the lions would get impatient if he prolonged their meal much longer - to yank the earbuds out, unsure whether the glare he himself provided was mocking or just damn right pissed, "Nickelback is for break time." He knew for a fact that Laikin listened to russian death metal (he'd never honestly cared to ask why), which was at least part of the reason the genet glowered back at him as if he'd happily flay him alive. The zoolingualist's eyes remained steadfast, unwilling to relinquish his gaze. "Don't give me that shit," he warned, "put it away, or the iPod gets steamed brevé. And Sevn?" He didn't bother to glance over his shoulder; he could hear the pine marten's semi-retractable claws against the surface. It hadn't been the first of many attempts to investigate the lion's share of a feast. "Get your ass off the counter."
The laugh behind him sounded more like a bark than anything, but he heard the miniature paws hit the ground, so that was something. He heaved another weighted huff, though he still hadn't broken eye contact with Laikin. The current zoo owner had sky-high control issues, half the staff were disinterested in anything to do with the animals they maintained, Sevn was prone to sabotage, but Laikin was the one more prone to randomized, pointless acts of mutiny such as this. The genet looked ready to claw his face off for even bringing up the notion that he'd sully his ears with Nickelback. "Seriously? Of all the stupid shit you wanna fight about," he began, gritting his teeth, "this is the hill you wanna die on?" A beat of silence passed. "... Fine." Then the genet heaved a huff, distain dripping from every inch of his movements towards the drawer, of which had been left open from retrieving the device, carefully lowering it in, before sauntering back to his position on the counter, expectantly looking back up towards the man with an obvious pout. With a snort of amusement, the man tossed them each a petite chunk of meat. "There," he mumbled casually, the faint trace of a half-smirk settling upon his features, returning to the lion's meat preparation, "that wasn't so hard, now, was it?" Laikin snorted, Sevn snickered, but both ate their 'treats' without hesitation.
There weren't as many people knocking about the zoo premises since Summer had passed, the colder air deterring the family outings - he could swear the lion's enclosure was more devoid of onlookers each time he glanced at it. Hell, he didn't care, as long as the animals were happy, and he still got his pay check with the dwindling guest figures. Besides, he had other things to worry about, such as why Sibyl, the recently introduced lioness, was refusing to eat. As far as everyone could tell, the feminine was healthy, and her behaviour was otherwise average - the others didn't see the full picture though. They didn't have... 'It'. They couldn't communicate in the same manner as he could. Just because he didn’t wear a power suit and bear dominatrix bangs didn’t mean he wasn’t as good at his job as any bloodless viper in spotless heels, much akin to those that ran the place - to be honest he couldn't care less if the owner ended up in a ditch somewhere, especially if it meant better management. God, if only people knew what he had to endure. Four college-age brats with shit attitudes, drunk on the power of controlling the only espresso machine in a two block radius, were only one issue. And they were unfireable. Goddaughters of the owner or some shit like that. Damn.
With an irritated huff, the man shook his head in effort to rid himself of the thought, refocusing on the task at hand - Sibyl. She was more important than any of his issues. With the other three lions happily feasting upon their given meals, and Laikin and Sevn likely off raiding some sort of food stand, he wandered round the side of the exhibit in effort to uncover the location of the young lioness, eventually finding her situated near the corner. Strange. She was usually sociable - more so than to be cowering back in a corner, at least. He studied the feminine for all of a few seconds, tipping his head to one side, before steadily approaching, doing his best to channel calm through his actions. Her eyes promptly traced his movement, and she bounded towards him, rubbing her hide along the fence that separated them, barely giving a glance to the hunk of meat he held with one hand. "Inno!" she crooned merrily. It hadn't taken long at all for her to get attached to him, nor him her - he wouldn't admit it to the others, but Sibyl was his favourite. He crouched alongside the fence, meeting her bright amber eyes with his own lightly toned gaze. "Hey, pretty girl. Whaccha doing back here?" She was his girl. His girl might have been a deadly killer with keen intelligence, just itching to teach a lesson to the intern who always leant just too close to the fence, but she was his girl. He looked after her and she didn't disembowel him. It was a good relationship, really.
Upon his speech, the feminine's audits folded back, and her expression took on that of a pained pout, "Imani doesn't like me... She tried to bite me! Can you believe that?" She seemed shocked when all he gave was a bemused snort. "Ah, don't worry. She's never been the most sociable, but give her time, she'll come round. It might be a while but-" She interrupted, shaking her head, "But... I'm not going to be here much longer... Am I? I'll go home, right?" The rapture glittering in her eyes at that prospect had his heart sinking, though he pushed down his pain before she could sense it. Sibyl wouldn't be returning to her so called home - park rangers found the young lioness a malnourished mess after striking out on her own from a large pride - and that was something that was endlessly frustrating and agonizing to know. There was every chance she'd end up the same way without a pride, and trying to integrate her into a wild pride could end with bloodshed, death... She was still weak. She couldn't content with that kind of fight. "... I don't know, Sibyl. I just don't know." His fingers brushed against her pelt, her fur only just touchable between the gaps in the fence. She appeared crestfallen, if only for a second, before hopefully inputting, "Anyone can change their stars. I... I won't spend the rest of my life as nothing."
Lost as to what to say, he released a resigning huff, "glories and riches and stars are beyond my promises, but a full stomach - that dream can come true." He gave a hesitant smile, much contrasting to the half-smirks he usually gave, a gesture reserved only for the animals he was particularly fond of, of which seemed to cause the feminine to relent. She took a curious glance towards the meal he had ventured here to offer, before subtly bobbing her head in acceptance, perhaps even approval. "There's my girl." His fingers gently scratched at the nape of the feminine's neck, before withdrawing, and placing the hunk of meat through a trough, of which had been positioned in such a manner that it was half inside the fence, half outside. She reluctantly took hold of it, and with a final grateful glance, bounced off towards Cerza and Desta.
Could Sibyl ever leave these zoo walls? The thought was improbable, though it lingered within his mind in those few moments he spent watching her. Could she ever be released? It wasn't up to him to decide... Hell, the current owner was an all-round bitch, so he knew the chances of getting a say in on that kind of argument. "... God fucking damn it." |
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Post by Amethyst Baith Klar on Sept 11, 2015 5:32:25 GMT
If i fall apart, you know where to find the pieces Many people wanted many different things. Some, glory and riches suited their need. For some odd reason, humans wanted more than just the ordinary. They wanted fame. They wanted praise. They wanted to be higher than the average citizen, but not high enough to get involved in the government. Fame suited their taste, for most. For every normal there was someone special who didn't care about being remembered, because they knew they wouldn't. Because when we were all gone, there would be nobody to remember our legacy. Nobody to remember our struggles or our accomplishments or our first steps into a new life, where our legs would carry us into the future. They didn't want it all. They just wanted one to make it feel like they had it all. A person to just make it feel like, all they needed, all they wanted, was just right in front of them. Love was such a complex emotion. Some didn't want it, for the pain, the worries, the sacrifice and commitment it demanded. Others didn't care for it because they believed their happiness lied elsewhere. Love was strength. It was power. It was a beautiful monster of a careful mistake. Sometimes we didn't choose to have it. It simply chose us, whether we liked it or not. Falling in love was like taking a leap of faith into the unknown. Love was indeed strange. Something she didn't understand.
It wasn't like she didn't understand love, she held it for her family, for her pets, for animals, for peace. She experienced it and knew what it was, but she was never... in love, if that made any sense. She certainly didn't want to be distracted by a relationship in high school, and most couldn't see past the fact she was a plus size kind of woman. It was okay, though. She didn't need them. She just needed to have herself, the only person she could truly, without a doubt, trust.... maybe. She did pretty stupid things, things she regretted. It was all fine. Mistakes was what made us human, even if we weren't entirely human. There were some who thrived on chaos, who lived in the moment, who jumped off a cliff to land in the ocean to feel the thrill of having their life endangered. That wasn't her. She didn't want to feel like she had to have her life in danger in order to feel excited. She was no dare-devil. She never would be. She liked the serenity in the world. Those brief moment when time stood still as you found faith and peace in your self, in your soul, where your wings spread and flew towards the sun to keep a bright future.
There was a moment photographers called the 'Golden Hour' where the lighting was perfect and soft and light compared to when it was raised high in the sky. Where just before it dipped behind the hills to be seen hours later, orange and red light washed the land in a quiet beauty that could only be describe by silence. When you gazed at it, your heart fluttered briefly before becoming slow. It was in those moments, where everything was still and beautiful and quiet, that she found her happiness. It laid within the good in this world. With the fact that there was peace, a calm before any type of storm. When she didn't have to worry about demons, evil, chaos, discord. She only had to worry about... herself. That was what it meant to be her.
It was during her lunch-break, the sun still hung in the sky as it lowered itself towards the horizon inch by inch. She had grabbed a burger on the way to the Zoo, eating in the car at stoplights and when the lanes weren't moving. She could always find time to go to the Zoo, it was very peaceful there now that it wasn't crawling with screaming children and obnoxious teens. She loved kids, really, she just.. didn't love their volume or their messes... nor did she appreciate it. She was a rather calm woman, except when she wasn't. She was a pisces, and they were supposed to have split personalities of sorts, indecision was a fault. Unfortunately she had some of the stereotypes. She was both one thing and the next. Didn't matter though, it just made her interesting right? Hopefully it did. Until somebody got annoyed with her. Hopefully they didn't.
She parked her car and swung her backpack around her shoulder holding her sketch pad, her camera, and a couple of pencils. She'd hopefully get the chance to sketch a cheetah or a lion over here and water color it at home. She loved painting. Water colors were her favorite, she loved the way it spread out on its own and faded away into a soft color. Art was truly a mystery in itself. She wandered around for quite a bit, looking at a few of the camels and the tigers, found herself stumbling upon some of the Zebras and Cheetahs before deciding to sketch some of them for later. She moved on to the Lions, her favorite bit. Her favorites were Lions and Wolves. They were such graceful creatures. Even when they weren't, they were brave and strong. Gorgeous animals.
Her attention was turned to this particular Zoo keeper who was having a chat with one of the lionesses. "I don't know, Sibyl. I just don't know." She glanced towards him as she leaned against the metal fence. Could he speak to them? Her eyes lit up for a brief moment, a lopsided smirk falling upon her lips. True talent. She understood body language of animals, having taking a course after college about animals and such if she ever wanted to work around them. This lioness, Sibyl, seemed a bit.... desolate, if only for a brief second. She said something to which he replied. "Glories and riches and stars are beyond my promises, but a full stomach - that dream can come true." Her eyes softened just a little. She was a sucker for guys with a soft side for animals. She mentally smacked herself inwardly. Idiot, quit watching the Keeper, he probably thinks you're some sort of creep anyway if he hasn't seen you yet. She shook her head and gazed into the lion habitat. She restrained herself from watching him pet the sweet lioness. She took in deep inhales quietly as she calmed herself, her elbows resting against the top of the bars and leaning against them slightly. Her fingers quietly traced a circle along the metal in silence. The crunching of leaves filled her senses, even if it was faint. The few orange and red leaves beneath her shoes shifted and cracked as it calmed her, offering her serenity. It didn't take long before she could hear her own heart beat. Musically it beat, watching the lions as if they were the pounding of drums. A moment to be savored.
"... God fucking damn it." And there it goes. Her brown eyes shifted to the trouble man with a small crinkle of her nose before softening her face. "Something troubling you?...." She echoed quietly before shaking her head and clearing her throat. "I... I mean sorry..... didn't mean to barge in on your privacy. I'm uh... Amethyst. But... most people call me Amy.... if y-you care." Oh my god, stop talking. "You probably don't..." Shut up please oh my god "Sorry..." She squeaked out before looking to the ground. Idiot.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2015 10:14:01 GMT
innokentiy lend me your hand, we'll conquer them all, but lend me your heart, I'll just let you fall. lend me your eyes, I can change what you see, but your soul you must keep T O T A L L Y F R E E words 1606 NOTES dawwwwh no she's not x'D | Once Innokentiy had informed them of Sibyl's miraculous survival, after much hassle in him getting the feminine transferred over from Africa without the consent of the zoo, his fellow staff sat on their collective asses for days. He managed to talk them down from putting Sibyl to sleep, in her dreadfully malnourished state, thank fuck, but he'd had to use almost every statistic in his arsenal to cajole them. In the end, the bloodless proprietrix claimed it was all her idea; that it'd be cheaper than investing in a new lion. Bullshit. People had called him crazy. Deluded. Suicidal. But Innokentiy didn't care. All he knew was that Sibyl would stay there with him. Somewhere along the line, things changed. He'd changed. Standing in the place of which he'd lost so much, so many, made his spine straighten, his focus sharpen, as if he could spot a grain of sand in a monsoon.
However, there were also times during which the world blurred. His shoulders pulled inwards, and his ribs were yanked out one by one - he doesn't remember where he is anymore. Doesn't remember why he needs to focus. Sometimes, his attention wandered. And then they were there, ghostly and intangible but somehow real. Suriv's spotted pelt slid around the corner of his eye, fading as he turned to look. The flash of Kalila's sleek dorsal followed, though they never meet. Aida's feet made petite hops excited, and yet he never saw the rest of her - his barely repaired sternum creaked, and all he wanted to do was inspect the butterfly he knew she was trying to show him, to congratulate her, to praise her for her catch. Nona's chest hung at the edges of his sight. When he sat before the computer too long, when he finally managed to lose track of the world around him, she was there. The flexing muscles beneath her thick pelt bunching as she lifted her head. He never saw the scarring of the side of her muzzle, or the glowing amber embodied within her eyes, but he knew the striped fur and the bodily structure like he knew his bike. Knew she was creeping up on him, ready to pounce. She never completed her goal.
But it was Alusia he saw the most. He saw nothing but her eyes and the fur surrounding them, the rest of her head fading into some place he couldn't perceive. He could never truly look into her eyes again - the flimsy image vanished whenever he glanced in it's direction. It tugged at his chest, sitting heavily on his sternum. Alusia watched him when he studied by the enclosure fences. She watched when he handled the lion's food. She watched when he spent his afternoons smoothing his hands across Sibyl's skin. She watched when he forgot to eat, and he could feel her eyes upon him, intent, but he could never meet her gaze. He never knew what was in those eyes, and never will. His diaphragm contracted stubbornly every time he glanced over to find empty air. Did betrayal and pain still spark in those honeyed eyes, or was she finally free of the disease's influence after being put down (he hadn't agreed to it - the veterinarian ended up with a broken nose and a concussion as soon as he found out, and would've had much more if it hadn't been for the intervention of coworkers)?
In the end, he had come to the zoo seven years ago (damn, that made him feel old) to escape his nightmares, and now he wasn't sure if he'd ever sleep well again.
Some nights, he dreamed. He was used to the intermingling mess that he was never quite sure are dreams or nightmares. He'd had them as long as he could remember. The orange flicker had features since he was young, dancing behind closed eyelids. Brighter orange flashes followed, billowing clouds of fire and steam trailing high into the blackened skies. Vivid red pooling clear liquid, slipping through orange-tinted fingers and coating every available surface. Grey and red and pallid flesh. Now, he dreamt of his girls. Those were the nights he wished he awoke in panic. Instead, he listened to the frantic thunder of his heart, barely audible over the wheezing in his chest, and he couldn't stop the hitching of his ribs. Each one was stabbing frantically into his lungs, trying desperately to reach something he couldn't feel - his oesophagus aches as if it had been sewn together with empty promises.
He tried not to focus on it in the day. He spent more time with Sibyl, memorizing the faint ridges in her skin, the dips, the pale colour that makes her Sibyl. He murmured to her, using his voice and hands to tell her he wouldn't leave her. To show that he was still there, to stroke his promise into her skin. To give her his pain, and to take hers. Lions formed pride, and while Sibyl had never particularly fit in among her fellow felines, she had accepted him. Pride was sharing everything. Pride meant being together, always. He had learnt the feel of scarred tissue on his fingertips, the pucker of healed skin. He spent his hours massaging the tension from those scars, pushing it from the line of her ribs with steady hands and a sure heart. He kept talking, always, telling her about the new arrivals in the zoo, all somehow less perfect that she was. About the lousy employees that couldn't give a fuck less about the animals. About how the guests rarely appreciated the privilege of witnessing any creature that populated the zoo. He traced lines and patterns into her skin, wishing they could remain permanently, whilst the gentle drag of his fingertips lulled the lioness into bonelessness.
Pride meant looking beyond yourself. He couldn't repair his past, he wasn't perfect, obviously - he wasn't sure he every would be. But he had a piece of a pride. And pride... Pride meant home.
Shit. Apparently the crunching of leaves wasn't purely down to imagination, for promptly after his faintly agitated curse, a feminine voice piped up nearby. Mother fucker... Has she been there this whole damn time? He forced himself not to flinch, composure maintained fairly easily, keeping lightly toned irises fixated on the enclosure that extended before them. At least, that was, until she began to stumble over her words, hesitance seemingly embodied within the syllables themselves. Why? She didn't seem directly terrified of him... Trepidation, maybe...? Since when did he care? Hell, he'd never been good at reading people. Thus, releasing a resigned huff, the man knotted his gaze upon the woman's own dark chestnut orbs, meeting the eyes first and neglecting to study her physical appearance - not out of disinterest, but out of habit. There was rarely time to study a new creature face to face without first gaining a sense of it's character. Though, he promptly lost track of her wide brown eyes as they settled upon the ground, prompting him to subtly furrow his brow in confusion. "You were curious. It's in your nature... Don't worry about it." I mean, you did just see some random guy chatting casually to a lioness... I guess it's not exactly a common thing... It was often glorified to contemplate the mysteries of eternity, of life, and of the marvellous structure of reality - to house curiosity - however, truth be told he nary felt the need to question his existence, nor the meaning behind it. "Amy," he repeated, enjoying the way the nickname rolled off his tongue for a moment, "I'm Innokentiy. But it's long as all hell, so, call me Inno. Or Kent. Or... Whatever really." A hushed snort of amusement left him, though he honestly didn't care what she called him - he wasn't even sure she'd ever even verbally address him.
It was only then he decided to take in the physical details of the woman, tipping his head slightly to one side, though he offered no insight as to whether or not he approved. "Troubled," he repeated with a faint scoff, the woman's introductory question still replaying within his mind. Troubled was a word for it - she probably thought he was fucking insane, before she even knew his name. "Nah... Just thinking is all... About Sibyl." Lest, the man could certainly be fairly open given the opportunity; quickly realizing the woman likely wouldn't know which lioness the feminine was, he nodded towards the feline, disregarding the fact that if she'd listened in on their previous conversation she'd already know. "That's her, just in front of Cerza. She's paler and a little slimmer than the others, so it's easy to tell her apart." The bright amber eyes of the lioness settled upon them at the mention of her name and references to her pelt, before returning to her hesitant nips at her meal. He forced himself to avoid detail of the hours spent in the lioness' company, the sneaking in at night and taking her on short walks around that segment of the zoo, the initial struggle to ship her over, the dreadfully malnourished state in which she arrived - he'd happily ramble for hours about the lioness and still have plenty to praise.
"But, anyway," he dismissed, shaking his head momentarily and returning his gaze to the woman, and studying her face for a second or two, "You don't exactly seem like the type to start a torch and pitchfork mob. So, I'm assuming you want to ask something?" Humans were needy creatures, after all; he was often only forced into conversation when somebody wanted something. |
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