07-29-2019, 04:20 AM
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A wavering voice broke through the downpour, miraculously reaching his ears -- although, perhaps it was not a miracle at all, considering the creature he replicated possessed hearing superior to that of many species in the animal kingdom. The owl swiveled his attention from the impending alligators, pinpointing the direction of the nearby speaker with a slight tilt of his head. He could only assume the shout belonged to one of the swamp's inhabitants, one unfortunate enough to be ensnared in the sudden weather change in a similar fashion to the disgraced doctor. Isaac adjusted his footing on the perch keeping him elevated above the reptilians' jaws. A sigh filled the aromatic inside of his mask, clouding the tinted lenses as he cast a glare below him, one alligator daring to snap at his tail feathers only to fall back with empty teeth. It would be more logical to simply allow the gators a meal of nothing but ectoplasm and false feathers, but he always loathed the sensation of pain.
His wing gave a circular motion, producing an empty vial crafted from glass in his grip. Clicking his beak at the inconvenience of wasting his supplies, Isaac tossed the vial a distance away from him into the shadowed water before disappearing in time with the distracting splash. While he could not quite determine whether or not the horde was tempted by the baited vial, the doctor materialized moments later on the same bank he identified as the voice's source, fussing with the clip on one of his belt pouches. Granted, he could have employed his unearthly methods sooner, but there was no use in continuing to stumble through muck and cattails without any sort of guide.
Sunken eyes peered at the grizzled figure standing behind a veil of both lens and rain, a hound based on inference. The cloaked owl approached with his head upright and stature austere, talons sinking into the viscous mud with each stride until he could properly gaze upon the wolfhound. Scanning the guardsman, Isaac tipped his head to the side and spoke, words muffled by herbs and cloth, "I take it you are a resident here, correct?" Scarcely pausing for a chance to respond, he dipped his head in greeting, ebony wings lifting from his sides to resemble a respectful bow. "You may refer to me as whatever you please, but I prefer Isaac; I am here to join your ranks. Might I know who you are? the plague doctor inquired, a thunderclap accompanying his final sentence. Despite his soaked condition and unfamiliar presence among the marsh, years of habit kept his speech professionally to the point. Isaac knew what information the other wanted, namely his identity and reason for arriving. In turn, he knew what information he sought to uncover from the stranger. To fill the exchange with irrelevant chatter was never efficient, after all.
His wing gave a circular motion, producing an empty vial crafted from glass in his grip. Clicking his beak at the inconvenience of wasting his supplies, Isaac tossed the vial a distance away from him into the shadowed water before disappearing in time with the distracting splash. While he could not quite determine whether or not the horde was tempted by the baited vial, the doctor materialized moments later on the same bank he identified as the voice's source, fussing with the clip on one of his belt pouches. Granted, he could have employed his unearthly methods sooner, but there was no use in continuing to stumble through muck and cattails without any sort of guide.
Sunken eyes peered at the grizzled figure standing behind a veil of both lens and rain, a hound based on inference. The cloaked owl approached with his head upright and stature austere, talons sinking into the viscous mud with each stride until he could properly gaze upon the wolfhound. Scanning the guardsman, Isaac tipped his head to the side and spoke, words muffled by herbs and cloth, "I take it you are a resident here, correct?" Scarcely pausing for a chance to respond, he dipped his head in greeting, ebony wings lifting from his sides to resemble a respectful bow. "You may refer to me as whatever you please, but I prefer Isaac; I am here to join your ranks. Might I know who you are? the plague doctor inquired, a thunderclap accompanying his final sentence. Despite his soaked condition and unfamiliar presence among the marsh, years of habit kept his speech professionally to the point. Isaac knew what information the other wanted, namely his identity and reason for arriving. In turn, he knew what information he sought to uncover from the stranger. To fill the exchange with irrelevant chatter was never efficient, after all.