05-12-2020, 01:44 AM
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This marked the second occurrence of a catastrophe great enough to shake the earth, with the first a result of a scientist's incompetence. No blame could fall upon shoulders now, natural wrath plummeting from the atmosphere in the form of a meteor.
Dull eyes surveyed the trajectory, the owl more reliant on vision until his hearing healed -- no thanks to Caustic. A meteor, or rather meteorite striking the earth often signaled extinction, as it had for the Mesozoic beasts of the past. In this case, it would doom the apparent pirates dwelling on the island. Bitterly, he couldn't help but chuckle. If an apocalypse stalled on the outskirts of society, biding time to catch the population unaware, a devastating plague would be scheduled soon. Perhaps respiratory, from the dust that would be inevitably stirred into the oxygen. Perhaps even the radiation of the condemned town would take effect, forming tumors and metastasizing at remarkable rates, unable to be treated or excised. Slow, silent deaths at the hands of an unseen enemy too small for naked eyes.
If only Isaac wasn't occupied with another task.
A heavy sigh slipped from his cracked beak. There wasn't anything better to do at the moment; on muted wings, the owl located the gathering of panicked mammals. In the air, trembling ground did not matter. Circling above, his unfeeling gaze locked on the departing figure of Selby. Despite teaching the tabby the extensive methods of surgery alongside anatomy and physiology, Selby held the position as a medic, while Isaac did not. A twinge of envy wormed its way to his mind, his eyes narrowing in cold calculation. With Selby gone, tending to the wounded in the town square with Leroy present would mightily benefit his reputation, if not at least catch the leader's interest.
Gliding downward with broad wings outstretched, Isaac perched himself lightly on the worn pavement, talons reflexively gripping the surface in response to the tremors. He remained silent for a moment, beak clicking in thought before a dark wing waved and pulled forth his old doctor's bag from seemingly nothing. Unclasping the mouth of it, his toneless voice informed those nearby his purpose for arriving. "If you're injured, come to me so you can be treated until Selby returns." He paused, head tilting to the right as he tacked on, "Or bring the injured here. Either works."
Dull eyes surveyed the trajectory, the owl more reliant on vision until his hearing healed -- no thanks to Caustic. A meteor, or rather meteorite striking the earth often signaled extinction, as it had for the Mesozoic beasts of the past. In this case, it would doom the apparent pirates dwelling on the island. Bitterly, he couldn't help but chuckle. If an apocalypse stalled on the outskirts of society, biding time to catch the population unaware, a devastating plague would be scheduled soon. Perhaps respiratory, from the dust that would be inevitably stirred into the oxygen. Perhaps even the radiation of the condemned town would take effect, forming tumors and metastasizing at remarkable rates, unable to be treated or excised. Slow, silent deaths at the hands of an unseen enemy too small for naked eyes.
If only Isaac wasn't occupied with another task.
A heavy sigh slipped from his cracked beak. There wasn't anything better to do at the moment; on muted wings, the owl located the gathering of panicked mammals. In the air, trembling ground did not matter. Circling above, his unfeeling gaze locked on the departing figure of Selby. Despite teaching the tabby the extensive methods of surgery alongside anatomy and physiology, Selby held the position as a medic, while Isaac did not. A twinge of envy wormed its way to his mind, his eyes narrowing in cold calculation. With Selby gone, tending to the wounded in the town square with Leroy present would mightily benefit his reputation, if not at least catch the leader's interest.
Gliding downward with broad wings outstretched, Isaac perched himself lightly on the worn pavement, talons reflexively gripping the surface in response to the tremors. He remained silent for a moment, beak clicking in thought before a dark wing waved and pulled forth his old doctor's bag from seemingly nothing. Unclasping the mouth of it, his toneless voice informed those nearby his purpose for arriving. "If you're injured, come to me so you can be treated until Selby returns." He paused, head tilting to the right as he tacked on, "Or bring the injured here. Either works."