11-14-2018, 03:15 AM
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Rimmy hadn't eaten in a full three days, living off of liquer as if it was the ambrosia from the gods. He just couldn't bring himself to put anything raw in his mouth. That was the problem with being turned from a human into what was supposed to be a feral beast. He just couldn't shove something uncooked into his piehole. All the burgers and barbecue, sandwiches and authentic foods he had eaten over the years stuck with him and he wanted that more than anything else. Even seeing small prey like animals running by him he would just watch them go even if his stomach grumbled loudly for him to go and get it. Fuck that. He didn't want that blood in his mouth or to feel them wiggling in his mouth. The very thought was appalling and he shuddered even at the idea of taking a bit out of it. So he just stuck with alcohol because he had somehow found out that he could conjure it to himself. Sure, it was unhealthy but what choice did he have when he couldn't bring himself to eat. Dehydration would kill him faster than starving would anyway. Withdrawing from a tree he had been leaning against the male heard voices. The sharpness of it made him wince and he could have sworn they almost sounded like they were right next to him. Shaking his head a bit the male turned and lifted his head up, sun pouring down over the brim of his hat.
Spreading his tattered feathered wings he huffed before attempting to take off from where he was. Now it wasn't the most elegant of things with him flapping his wings erratically as he tried to gain altitude but man, was he just happy to get off the ground one way or another. His legs jerked around a bit but he attempted to force himself to be as still as his muscles worked the wings but he had forgotten one thing. The fact that he had wretched those muscles and the pain caused him to wince a bit. "Got to make this quick." He growled as he jerked himself up through the air and clumsily toward the area of animals. He didn't know what was going on when he finally got there, landing in a heap of a mess out of the air, basically crash landing and rolling across the ground. Once again he lost his hat but he merely got up and shook out his body before grabbing it to place it on his head. "What's going on over here? What I miss?" He finally spoke up as he turned around to look at Vagabond and Sephiroth before turning to the caracal that was here with them and having possibly been tackled by Vagabond because who knew what that guy would do.
[glow=#000,1,400]NOT CAUSE I'M BUSY, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Unfortunately that had been what had happened. They'd planned everything out so methodically, nothing should have gone wrong and yet everything had. What happened to them that day? What was the thing that had went wrong he would never know for the moment he got there something had went wrong. He should have listened to his gut and just stayed in the armored truck, he would have had a better chance of surviving the onslaught of bullets if he just hadn't have gotten out of the truck but the signal had been given and they needed him right? It was his time to shine and to put to use his skills which he knew how to use rather well. He wasn't in the crew for nothing and cracking his knuckles was him getting ready. But he never got that far, never made it but one step away from the armor truck before bullets started to rain into him like a storm opening up to let lose the storm. Ha, he had never experienced something like that, it was almost like pure hatred hammering into his body and driving the will out of him. Nothing could survive something like that and so he didn't. There was no way he could have because he as just a man after all. No immortal god and just like anyone he would succumb to the one thing that humans always succumbed to. Mortality. Life would go on without and others would be happy. Go on with him and the crew he had cherished so much because indeed they were not just a band of riftrafts banning together. The years had brought them closer and they were a family.Rimmy hadn't eaten in a full three days, living off of liquer as if it was the ambrosia from the gods. He just couldn't bring himself to put anything raw in his mouth. That was the problem with being turned from a human into what was supposed to be a feral beast. He just couldn't shove something uncooked into his piehole. All the burgers and barbecue, sandwiches and authentic foods he had eaten over the years stuck with him and he wanted that more than anything else. Even seeing small prey like animals running by him he would just watch them go even if his stomach grumbled loudly for him to go and get it. Fuck that. He didn't want that blood in his mouth or to feel them wiggling in his mouth. The very thought was appalling and he shuddered even at the idea of taking a bit out of it. So he just stuck with alcohol because he had somehow found out that he could conjure it to himself. Sure, it was unhealthy but what choice did he have when he couldn't bring himself to eat. Dehydration would kill him faster than starving would anyway. Withdrawing from a tree he had been leaning against the male heard voices. The sharpness of it made him wince and he could have sworn they almost sounded like they were right next to him. Shaking his head a bit the male turned and lifted his head up, sun pouring down over the brim of his hat.
Spreading his tattered feathered wings he huffed before attempting to take off from where he was. Now it wasn't the most elegant of things with him flapping his wings erratically as he tried to gain altitude but man, was he just happy to get off the ground one way or another. His legs jerked around a bit but he attempted to force himself to be as still as his muscles worked the wings but he had forgotten one thing. The fact that he had wretched those muscles and the pain caused him to wince a bit. "Got to make this quick." He growled as he jerked himself up through the air and clumsily toward the area of animals. He didn't know what was going on when he finally got there, landing in a heap of a mess out of the air, basically crash landing and rolling across the ground. Once again he lost his hat but he merely got up and shook out his body before grabbing it to place it on his head. "What's going on over here? What I miss?" He finally spoke up as he turned around to look at Vagabond and Sephiroth before turning to the caracal that was here with them and having possibly been tackled by Vagabond because who knew what that guy would do.