Omens and Dreams; Kestrel/Kaius

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Omens and Dreams; Kestrel/Kaius Sept 24, 2018 21:19:53 GMT -5

Post by * on Sept 24, 2018 21:19:53 GMT -5

Kestrel Elsu

Black hair cascaded down over her shoulders. It brushed up against her cheek as the wind caught in her hair, willing it to move to it's own accord. With her feet huddled up against her chest, arms drawn around them, she found solace away from the house a little distance away, hidden behind the old delapitated barn. Eyes deadset against feathers on the ground, her breaths were barely physical. Instead, death crept up inside of her, replaying the scene in her head like a broken record.

Her eldest sister was dead, both physically and emotionally. For below her feet, the feathers of a dove lay still; never moving. The birds presence was only physical now but Kestrel felt the little thing wanting to live even though the heart stopped pumping blood to the creature. The wings never extended any further than where it landed.

Frozen.

Dead.

Wasting away because something killed the poor thing in the prime of its life just like the real life Dove that was her sister. Her dress grew more wet with each rolling tear. Her lungs had long since given up gasping for breath and now her eyes just felt the need to exchange her happiness with a river of sorrow.

"Poor Dove... how could someone do that." She speaks from the heart and for once, she finds herself drowsy after hours of being a statue. Half closed eyes remain on the deceased creature. "Dove..."

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Omens and Dreams; Kestrel/Kaius Sept 26, 2018 15:53:39 GMT -5

Post by MATTIO on Sept 26, 2018 15:53:39 GMT -5

kaius judge.

The few trees that still hold stationary through the streets of District Five have begun to lose their color, and now they’re beginning to provide less and less shade from the still-brutal September sun and it’s windy counterparts. Kaius planned on taking a long walk for the day, perhaps back to the part of his home where run-down ranches and abandoned fields haven’t yet been replaced with the huge factories that Five has produced recently. It made him sick, really, to hear wonderous stories of when the air was as fresh and calming as his mother’s chicken soup. Now, clouds of smoke overpower the real ones, and we’re just letting it all happen. The District has been intoxicated by the Capitol’s demands, and the few with power have done little to keep our home a safe environment.

It made him angry to see his home turn into an industry, but it made Kaius Judge sick that even his parents would shrug their shoulders and say that it is just the way things go. That not he nor anybody else could do anything to prevent the poisons of refineries and factories entering the lungs. So as he traveled past barns and shacks that were left vacant for more monotonous things, Kaius took a moment to stand. Watch. Breathe the little fresh air.

“Poor Dove, how could someone do that..” feint words fell upon his strong ears. Someone had the same idea as him: to travel and see the beauty of what our home used to be. Behind an run-down barn was a girl, probably a few years younger than him, staring at a creature with its wings held out as if it was waiting to be caught. The dead creature was clearly never heard. Maybe the toxins of Five got it, or maybe it just grew too old.

Kaius’s feet tracked themselves down to a few feet from the girl. “It’s sad, don’t you think? The one place where we can escape to always finds a way to make us feel even worse.”

The girl looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t put a name to a face. Kaius saw she was sad, however, and that was all he needed to know. A healer makes one happier.

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Omens and Dreams; Kestrel/Kaius Sept 26, 2018 16:11:39 GMT -5

Post by * on Sept 26, 2018 16:11:39 GMT -5

Kestrel Elsu

Eyes never parted from the scene of the dove. She kept a silence that surrounded her and kept her company as the rest of world seemed to just go about its business without taking any notion that some child was dealing with death. A bird might just be a bird to any passerby, but for the heart of this child, it was the essence of a lost sister; an omen. She was afraid to touch it let alone move it. She was suppose to mourn it and hope that it's presence on earth would crumble to ash and join the earth. None of that happened, and thus, the form of the feathered creature lingered on in front of the broken hearted.

Footsteps alerted her to someone coming but with the events of the games, she could only imagine that it was one of her brothers. Acknowledging them wasn't needed and she hoped they would have scooped her up into their arms and held her like they used to when she was tiny and toteable. However, now? Their grief was barely enough to keep themselves standing let alone support the weight of a younger sister in need of comfort.

Death was expected in a poor family, but from natural causes; not the games. Kestrel's eyes became weary as the voice seemed to echo in response to her own words about the birds misfortune.

"It's sad, don't you think? The one place where we can escape to always finds a way to make us feel even worse." She nods without noticing and she withdrew her knees to get closer to the bird. Her joints ached in her legs keeping them contained for so long, but her fingers were dainty as she touched the dove. Diligently, she stroked her finger against the length of the dead, mourning its lost life.

"My sister's name is Dove. She is dead like this one." It was a monotone of sadness that escaped her lips now as she turned to seek out the person that embodied the voice. Suddenly, she noticed exactly who it was that had came to her aid that once and now, again, was there in her time of need.

"Angels have clearly made sure you are my knight... do you - not remember me? I am Kestrel?" A faint smile pulls at her lips for only a moment. She stands awkwardly, reaching for his hand. "You show up when I need you most."