07-04-2019, 10:41 AM
// welcome to tanglewood! ^^ mikolaj is always up for plotting if youre interested
mikolaj's own experience with his immortality may seem juvenile compared to aziraphale's. the angel had been made upon the creation of life, where the shepherd was only nearing his first century on earth. he had exceeded his original mortal life expectancy by seven times now. it was odd to think of his life that way, but sometimes mikolaj couldn't help but think how life would have been if he had simply... gotten old. if he had survived through the war with his partner and returned home with him. what would have happened if he was able to stay in poland and live life as he had before.
living through four generations didn't seem entirely like too much to someone who had become eternal. as far as mikolaj knew, there weren't any other's in tanglewood that had the gift of immortality. did the ghost boy, beck, count? he was just a poltergeist. dead and unable to move into the next plane. did he count as still partially living since he was capable of forming a physical state?
the concept surrounding the topic was a whirlwind of confusion and frustration that mikolaj typically avoided. he had made the decision to use his time today to walk and think to himself. his hunger pangs were beginning to return. at night they would come like clockwork on the hour. this war was helping very little. the tension... the blood... he had half a mind to finish off stryker while at the border just because he could, but the interference of political motives had prevented him. crow had to use them for something in this war they had.
a presence had made the fur along his spine rise. a similar reaction to when he had seen and smelled beck's blood. mikolaj's head lifted slightly, trying to catch scent of the poltergeist but detected nothing. a grumbled scoff, mikolaj began to follow the presence. it was like a link coming from his chest leading him to it. most paranormal or unearthly things triggered the reaction, but he had only felt it a handful of times. it grew to a dull ache as he came closer. he was a mere couple meters away when the angel called out for someone. he quietly emerged from the muck and filth, shaking off whatever clung to his paws before looking to the white feline.
"you call." he huffed, eyeing the bowtie the other fashioned. a short, amused exhale escaped his nose. must be some show cat.
"SPEECH"