YOU'RE SOMETHING SPECIAL | OPEN, BUBBY'S DEATH

littlesoldier g. d. · Dec 1st 2017

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — I could fly so high. It was my primal instinct to take to the skies when danger was around and when I needed a good vantage point to spot prey. But with her on my back, I flew high, higher then I've ever flown before. I can feel her weight against my neck and I know what that means; I must go down. We enter the fray. It's loud, chaotic. The feral part of me wants to fly out of there but my loyalty to her is more strong. I watch her attack her prey, claws surging, vicious and wild. Screams erupt, must mean she got her prey. She signals from below, I descend and pick her up by the talons. I sense she is wounded. Perhaps her prey fought back more then she expected? I hope she is alright. The blood coming from her shoulder is never anything good. When we get to our territory, I lay her down and she gets up, stroking my neck and gifting me berries and prey. I gift her with prey sometimes too. I love her, you see. I know it's strange. I am feral and I am not supposed to feel that way or even think like this at all. But I believe she has influenced me more then she thinks. And I have a lot of 'sentinent' in me as I heard her say once. I was not just a pet, not just a bird. She was my friend and my keeper. She was my companion and my protector and I protected her too. We worked together against the predators and together we survived.

Months fly by. Bubby is lying, still sick, outside on a moss bed. The white substance continually flows from his eyes. Littlestar was told by Ravelights that he is now blind. She cries by his side. Myla settles herself atop the griffins shoulder and sleeps. The day grows dark.

I don't enjoy this darkness. I feel horrible, I feel dead. I want to escape because I can hear her crying, my love and my friend, and I want to gift her with some prey to ease her. My other friend sits on me, perhaps thinking providing me with warmth will take away this darkness. I hope it does. I don't like it at all.

Time flashes back to a period where Littlestar was Littlekit, unscarred and not fully broken. She did have chips in her heart, yes, but she was not nearly as broken as she is now.

I watch her walk towards me. She is a small fledgling, quite fluffy. Her eyes are the brightest color and she talks to me. I understand some bits of it. I grew up around non-ferals and because of that, understood their words. I don't understand the rest but her eyes are angry. War, they say. The Skulls, she speaks. I understand that. I try to tell her yes and she giggles, grasping with her tiny paws at my feathers. I bend down and she clambers onto my back. Together we soar to the Skulls to find her prey.

"A griffin. He's my pet." She said that about me and I understood it. She wanted to be my companion. I gave a rumble of content which she noticed. Then she gifted me with a name. Bubby. I opened my wings, beliving a name promised flying. She shook her head; no. I folded by wings back up and I continue to scratch my beak against a tree. Despite the simplicity of the scene, I have a feeling it's the start of something so much bigger.

Back to the now, Bubby gives off a weak little squawk. Littlestar sits up, blinking her bleary tired eyes. She pats Bubby's shoulder and Myla shuffles her wings, opening her golden eyes to look at the sickly griffin. Myla begins to peck at Bubby's head, gently, Littlestar notices. Bubby's wings try to lift- I want to fly again, I want to feel freedom with her on my back so we can fly togther, against the world and against the predators- and tears fall from the charcoal colored felines eyes when she realizes what he's trying to do. She knows exactly what he thinks. She's known him since... since she was a kid. He started out a little confused. He understood the basic commands but he was still a griffin. Of course, he was different from the others. He seemed to understand, his eyes conveyed actual emotion. She concluded that he was half feral and half non-feral. She took away the phrase 'pet' and turned it into 'companion'. It was more fitting for someone like Bubby, a childhood and lifelong friend. And this? That little wing movement meant he wanted to fly. She had inadvertantly memorized it into her brain, every little signal that he gave off- if he wanted food, if he was angry, when he was sad, worried, wanted to fly or fight. She knew it all just like he knew her.

The tabby shuffled closer and as broken as her tiny little heart was, she couldn't bear to see him in pain any longer. She knew he was holding on by a thread. She knew he wasn't going to make it but he kept on pushing anyways. He always did. "Bubby, I want you to know that it's okay to let go. It's okay to stop trying, baby, it's okay. I understand. You get your well deserved eternal rest, okay? I love you for all that you've ever done for me. You were never a pet. You are my friend." She buries her face into his neck and listens to his heartbeat, closing her tired, crying eyes. Ba-boom. Ba.. boom. Ba... boom. Ba.... boom. Ba..... boom. His heartbeat ceases to exist any longer. Littlestar slowly peels her sweaty body from his one but keeps on clutching his shoulder, feeling the warmth before it flees. She doesn't know how long she's sitting there at her companions deathbed before she realizes he is cold all over. The felines paw slips from his shoulder and she bows her head, ears down, envisioning a spirit version of her beloved griffin flying into the sky, ascending into the puffy white clouds. In this version, he has regained sight, his eyes are chocolate brown once more. He is happy. He is with his lost family and every single one of them are flying. "Fly high, angel." She mumbles.

// so yah i've been planning this for a while \../ he's been here literally almost as long as littlestar has and that's what makes this especially hard cos I loved rping him :c and fyi there's gonna be a follow up thread after this one (i'll wait till this ones finished tho) with some complex plots and new stuff c;

| ICHIGO KUROSAKI | · Dec 1st 2017

ICHIGO KUROSAKI

Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel

i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!

(SCREAMS. ICHIGO WANTED TO SAVE HIM NOO. WHY AM I CRYING)

Ichigo himself had a companion, in fact he actually had two now that one of them eventually ended up returning after a long time. Although he guessed that the other had been here the entire time, he had just returned to where his friend lived and the other had been upset the entire time. The companion that had been around him this entire time actually was the sword that was constantly attacked to his back. He never went anywhere without the weapon, because it was extremely special to him and he wouldn't want anyone trying to use it for something that it wasn't intended for. The sword of course had a name because it was technically its own sentient being that just wasn't capable of moving around since it was indeed a sword. But the sword itself had a soul inside of it, as some objects were known to have souls sealed inside of them, but the soul itself had come from his own soul, so it was an extension of himself for a better word. The cougar had fought with the blade since he was a youngster, and the spirit that lived inside of it had offered him advice when he was confused on what he was capable of doing at the time. Zangetsu trained him, talk to him when he was upset or had constant plaguing thoughts that he couldn't get out of his head. The wildcat didn't know what it would really be like to be without the voices that were constantly in his head. Something that he had managed at the time thanks to his use of telepathy, so if he ever wanted the voices to shut up he just had to put up his mental barrier and he wouldn't end up hearing them again. He remembered the power that he felt once he learned the blades name. What it would really end up meaning when it came time for him to actually use the blade that he had come to know and care about. It had such a connection with the wildcat that it meant that if he were to die, the blade would ultimately end up dying along with him. It meant that if he wasn't careful, it could end up being damaged and the only way to get it fixed was to go to another dimension. Something that he wasn't capable of doing right now. There of course was another being that lived inside of the sword, but that one was more problematic and also had the habit of trying to make him go insane. He ignored that one as much as possible, as he was pretty sure that he had control over the other's powers right now, up to a certain degree. He didn't fear originally after he battled the being in his mind and winning, because it simply meant that he would be able to use the other's powers freely.

It was when that was taken away from him though, that Ichigo actually started to panic. It was second nature practically to hear the familiar voices in his head, even if they were annoying. It was reassuring that he was still a Shinigami through thick and thin. But once he had lost his powers, his mind felt incredibly empty. His soul was weak, barely able to attach itself to the body that he was in, making it difficult to even do simple tasks. Getting injured meant that it could simply take a month before he could fully be able to walk again. Which was ten times as long of what he would usually spend, and for the first time after his death, he was actually alone. He didn't have anyone he could ask for advice, those that knew what he was were dead and gone, and he had to rely on his own mind power to get himself through the troubled times. Ichigo didn't come out unscathed from that though, as he had lost a good portion of his sanity in the process, making him hallucinate and constantly hurt himself to get some form of a distraction. So that he wouldn't have to worry about what was going to happen to him in the future. He wanted to be able to get his powers back, and that's exactly what he sought out to do. Although it was more like someone went after him and tried to get what they wanted pretending that they wanted to help him get his powers back. Ichigo had everything taken away from him at one point, and he wasn't sure if he should just let himself die. No. He wasn't going to put that stress and guilt on those that had come to know him. How bad of a creature would he be for doing that? Ichigo believed that was the cowards way out, and instead still tried to better everything around him. That being he ended up leading Hawkclan so that he could focus on clan politics instead of doing the usual running around figuring out if he would get his powers back. The cougar had to be careful where he went though, as he knew that there would still be potential enemies here and there to try and take him on, and in the condition that he was in it would mean that he would end up dead. Again. Although, trouble always managed to find him no matter where he went. Trouble always seemed to adapt just enough to get the better of him, and he wasn't sure who he could lean on for support anymore, his powers secret and not being able to communicate with those that were just like him.

Ichigo had known Bubby. Probably not as great as Littlestar did, but he knew how important the other was for her, after all she had literally arrived with the griffon if he remembered correctly. He could trust the mythical beast to be able to protect his daughter in case he couldn't get their in time. He could believe that the other was a good asset to the clan, especially since Littlestar wanted to fight when she was a just a kit, something that he couldn't even bring himself to allow her to do, and yet she did. She was incredibly stubborn, but so was he, so they could but heads from time to time on what they believed in. This doesn't mean that they could care about each other any less. Ichigo had been incredibly worried on the state of Bubby. He had no idea what was going on with the griffon, and considering the white substance, he thought it had something to do with him. Whether it was a Hollow that had managed to infect him or something else he wasn't entirely sure. If the other was going to end up dying or turning into a Hollow, it could mean that the other would simply die because of the pressure that would build up in his body. Which had been what happened to Cambrian. Being a mortal meant that anyone infected with a Hollow would ultimately die without a Shinigami's help. The only reason why Cambrian lived after being infected with a Hollow was because Ichigo infused a portion of his soul into the tiger. He was his friend after all, and Cambrian had no idea what was happening to him either. But at the same time, it also could be that he had nothing to do with this, and that Bubby just contracted some sort of illness. If he had his powers back, he would be able to tell, hell, he would have probably called a squad over to diagnose the hybrid so that he would be able to figure out happened. Giving powers to those that were mortal were still against the laws and something that wasn't readily done either. He wasn't sure if giving Bubby a portion of his soul would benefit the other, especially in his condition. As far as he knew, it could just make it worse as not everyone survived being infected. Something that he had witnessed first hand. Ichigo had been in the Shaman den for his daily checkup, and of course he wasn't getting better, but that was besides the point. A frown spread across his facial features as he began to make his way over, just in time to hear the words that were coming from his daughter. It pained his heart. There was nothing he could do. He felt useless all over again. So, the Shinigami would take a seat slightly next to Littlestar, but still giving her enough room so that he wouldn't think he was crowding her. He still wasn't good at all this dad stuff, but he was certainly trying his damned hardest. The cougar raised one of his paw and placed it onto the side of the now dead griffon, bowing his head as if means of respect. Turning toward the tabby though, he would aim to bring her into a weak hug. He was there to offer support. He always would be from now on. "I'm so sorry. He was a great griffon and will live on our memories." He wasn't going to say that it was going to get better, because he doubted that was the last thing she wanted to hear. His voice was low when he spoke, and it was obvious that his own throat was clenching up. His daughter was going through pain, and he couldn't help.

littlesoldier g. d. · Dec 1st 2017

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — ~~I'M SORRY ;w;~~

Littlestar opens her eyes after being lost in the world of dreams and finds that Ichigo has seated himself next to her and he's offering respects to her griffin. The tabby exhaled softly, glad to see Bubby was getting a lot of well deserved peace and quiet. He would never have to suffer again and for that, she was glad. He didn't deserve it. The tabby felt herself get pulled into a hug and despite the jelly-like state of her limbs, she managed to hug her dad back. "He will." He would, he would. She had a polaroid of her griffin so that his face would never blur out in her memories. He was never going to fade away as just a memory but he would always be there. Littlestar bit her lip and just leaned against her dads side for some sort of support. Myla remained seated ontop of the body but she knew as well as Lit that he was gone. The avian dipped her head and plucked one of her feathers from her neck. She then placed said feather on Bubby's body. The tabby gave Myla a weak little smile. It was tradition to bury all HawkClanners with a hawk feather, to treasure their memory. Myla had just offered her own.

"I'm just... really going to miss him. You know?" Littlestar would miss his cute little head nudges, his little caws of worry and rumbles of content. She'd especially miss flying with him into the cotton candy clouds and feeling so free, freerer then she'd ever felt before. Nobody else would ever be able to provide that feeling. She looks at Myla and gestures. The hawk gives Bubby one last peck and flies off his body to land on Littlestar's shoulder. She likes the feeling of a slight weight against her, reminding her that she's real and it's really happenning. She then looked towards her dad and asked a question in a quiet but serious tone. "Can you help me dig a grave for him?" He was a huge griffin after all. There was no way she could do it alone. But she knew Ichigo was sick and she didn't want this to make it worse in anyway.

ravelights · Dec 2nd 2017

All your fault, this, everything, there sad because of you. Thoughts like those raced through the small head of ravelights as he quietly looked outside. He knew Bubby was growing sicker and everything was in more pain. Only a week or so ago, ravelights said he was blind. The white stuff, he tried to help with. He was confused and looked around with it, but he could find nothing scything anything about a white substance coming from a giffen. It was surly odd but with enough help Bubby would be alright. Day after day, ravelights spent with the sick griffin, knowing Littlestar wouldn't let Bubby die without a fight. He knew if Bubby died, it was his fault, and LIttlestar would blame him. Because it was his fault. He was supposed to be the healer, the one to make everything get better if someone was sick. But this was different, he didn't know how to heal a griffin and didn't know what happened. He had no special powers, and couldn't speak and say what happened so he was left in confusion. Although as curious as he was he investigated and found nothing at the scene. Ravelights was just about to head over and reply some liquid to the griffins eyes when he heard some yowls. That was unnatural, especially for it being so sad. He quickly ran down, hoping, no praying, Bubby would hold on. But it was too late. He just made it down and to the scene to watch the final breath of the griffin, tears falling down his face. It looked odd, watching something die. It was like they could wake up any second, but you knew in your heart that it was permanent. It was a small change in the griffens figure when the life went away. He just seemed more solid, and big, more like a hunk of junk then a moving creature. Although that didn't stop the thoughts rushing to hid head like a dame that just broke with the pressure. My fault, my fault, my fault, all my fault. If i was quicker, If i helped, If i knew everything, If i was professional, If lessa was here. Everything came at once and he couldn't stop this, it depressed him and he felt empty, hopeless more like. Is this was Littlestar felt everyday? He wasn't used to it, he felt more like he would run away, and not stop running until he was dead. "No, Littlestar. He can be saved, I can help him. He's not lost!" he was going insane, there was no way to bring the dead back to life unless it was a zombie apocalypse or he had some super secret powers, which wasn't true. Although he lied, just to cover up what they already found. He wasn't with the griffen, making it more of his fault. He knew it wasn't helping, Littlestar was so upset and he would just be a small and depressed burden to take on with this. He would eventually become annoying, but yet the thoughts still kept flowing. He was going to be punished. Littlestar would hate him, exile him."D-dont't e-exile me. I'm r-really s-sorry, I s-should have b-b-been there." blamed all on him. She was mad, angry, sad, everything was because of him and not being there. Maybe there was a way to save him, make his pain go away. But he was gone because ravelights was gone in a stupid treehouse trying to think about lessa. Why did he have this stupid obsession. The tears were like a river now and wouldn't stop and he now fell to the ground, shielding his face and trying to cover up his shame.

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littlesoldier g. d. · Dec 3rd 2017

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Hearing paws run behind her, her instinctive was to snap around double time and react to whoever it was. But with grief plaguing her mind, she took her time in turning and looking at Ravelights, watching as tears fell from his glowy cheeks. "No, Littlestar. He can be saved, I can help him. He's not lost!" The tabby shook her head softly, seeing that he was in denial about it. He.. probably blamed himself being the medic and all. She didn't. The minute she had seen Bubby sick she knew he didn't have long to go. She just wanted to know.. why he had died. What caused it? No one could figure it out and befuddled her. Littlestar stood up and hobbled over to Ravelights, golden eyes quiet little things. "D-dont't e-exile me. I'm r-really s-sorry, I s-should have b-b-been there." She frowned slightly and then attempted to gently put her arms around the males neck and hug him even as he fell to the ground and tried to cover himself up. Only then would she step back and look at her griffin who was once young and full of life. She bit her tongue again and did nothing to stop the swell of grief in her chest. "It was going to happen regardless." It was weird, she was being unnaturally calm through all of this. Maybe she'd been witness to death far too many times and she was just.. becoming numb to it? No. Maybe it was because, for once, this death was not gruesome. He had passed away peacefully as he deserved to and he was not ripped into shreds like many of her friends and loved ones were.

losteyes old acc. · Dec 3rd 2017

Once did he stand alongside the keeper of death, or so they claimed him to be. Losteyes would come to be associated with the fall of slums on the streets, bearer of bad news, the one who would stand blank faced and speaking with bated sympathy the confession of nearby death; it was up to him to inform families of their loved ones passing, granted he'd been close enough to even witness it. Gaunt face and heavy eyes were what people saw as the messenger, while sharp amber in a onesided stare was the reaper himself. What an interesting dynamic.

The death he'd stumbled upon in part was not one he'd known. He was simply a bystander, a witness to the aftermath of sickness. Droopy green eyes took in the sight of comfort and begging forgiveness. He regarded Ravelights with a feeling of distaste. Grief was dealt with individually, but it took only cowardice to seek retribution from ones own guilt from someone else; he saw nothing but selfishness, and resentment coiled in his hollow chest. Instead of staying, however, Losteyes draped his gaze over the scene and turned, effortlessly and quiet, to pad away, offering a small dip of his head in respects. This was not his death to deal with. He was free from that, at the least.