04-07-2020, 03:57 PM
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To call his dwelling a home would be an inaccurate statement. The residence occupied by the solitary owl could be described as a shack. In fact, it was a shack, abandoned an eternity ago by the evacuating populace, still precariously balancing on wood-rotted beams and infested with foliage. Repairs with what little the owl could scavenge were visibly attempted, forming a patchwork of essential functions for a shelter. Safety, insulation, protection, storage, and privacy. Albeit recently the privacy of the makeshift house expanded to fit another, his newfound hospitality for a lover evident in the opened windows and tidied interior.
The silence was no longer commonplace with Zora around, save for the frequent occasion she decided to roam the surrounding forest. Isaac cared not to question her ways, settling for an hour or two of seclusion as he idled. Despite being summoned for a vague purpose, there wasn't much to do. No tasks, no research. Nothing but lounging and reading and waiting to distract from the tedium. Oh, how he loathed it. Restlessness would compel him to heed the fairy's wanderings and step outside for possible yet dull conversation or to unearth an uncompleted journal only for him to glare at the aged pages without knowing what to add. Frustration was among one of the few emotions his mind could spark, stemming from anger boiling his tar-black blood.
When the knock sounded, Isaac flinched with surprise, clawed wings releasing the journal with a quiet thud as his head swiveled to the door. Zora never knocked. She didn't need to. It had to have been an unexpected visitor. He grimaced, knowing fully well this meant his location had been exposed to the general public. A sharp tsk escaped his beak before his wing swept the journal aside. At least this would be a task to complete.
The door creaked open to expose the worn doctor, his black claws hooked around the knob. Grey-blue eyes scrutinized the person before him, brow drawing in suspicion. Familiarity registered with the tabby's face, seen in passing yet without any name that he could recall. Expression beyond a fatigued scowl absent from his face, a rasped huff left him, bitter with the final moments of dark smoke lining his lungs. "What do you want?"
The silence was no longer commonplace with Zora around, save for the frequent occasion she decided to roam the surrounding forest. Isaac cared not to question her ways, settling for an hour or two of seclusion as he idled. Despite being summoned for a vague purpose, there wasn't much to do. No tasks, no research. Nothing but lounging and reading and waiting to distract from the tedium. Oh, how he loathed it. Restlessness would compel him to heed the fairy's wanderings and step outside for possible yet dull conversation or to unearth an uncompleted journal only for him to glare at the aged pages without knowing what to add. Frustration was among one of the few emotions his mind could spark, stemming from anger boiling his tar-black blood.
When the knock sounded, Isaac flinched with surprise, clawed wings releasing the journal with a quiet thud as his head swiveled to the door. Zora never knocked. She didn't need to. It had to have been an unexpected visitor. He grimaced, knowing fully well this meant his location had been exposed to the general public. A sharp tsk escaped his beak before his wing swept the journal aside. At least this would be a task to complete.
The door creaked open to expose the worn doctor, his black claws hooked around the knob. Grey-blue eyes scrutinized the person before him, brow drawing in suspicion. Familiarity registered with the tabby's face, seen in passing yet without any name that he could recall. Expression beyond a fatigued scowl absent from his face, a rasped huff left him, bitter with the final moments of dark smoke lining his lungs. "What do you want?"