Thread: Waiting In The Dark (Aeon Tralion & StormWolfsong)

Qasher continued to watch the city, enveloped by the sights and sounds of the human world. Square skyscrapers, clouded black skies with white stars, he'd heard their sky was even blue of all things! He could hardly wait to see it all, to experience everything and anything and anyone he could! But first, he would have to start small, he needed to see what two-leggers even acted like, how they behaved. Qasher was lucky to have been a part of the team that researched the two-leggers they'd taken previously, and one thing they'd discovered was the amazing simplicity of their languages. There were no sub-vocal tones, no rhythm restrictions, hand or tendril motions required, not even an ounce of pheremonal communication or telepathic projection, it was all an easy combination of syllabic meanings and expressions, coupled with tone and body language. Child's play. Already Qasher could speak english, spanish, french and chinese, and was more than confident in his ability to pick up any other language that presented itself to him. Those he'd studied had told him he moved like an 'Ok-to-puss,' a strange, unintelligent oceanic creature. This intrigued him, but it knew it would make him stick out. He leapt to a light pole, punched out the light to hide himself, and descended towards the alleyway below, but as he did so, his eyes landed on a lovely two-legger, miles above the others he'd seen. She was helping a small two-legger with his shoe in the parking garage, hair like fading fall leaves and brilliant bright eyes like his home's sky. Her body made him shiver with desire, and as he clung to the darkened pole with his tendrils, he reached out with his hands, admiring her from a distance. He smiled broadly, his sharp, shark-like teeth shining. He slid down the pole gracefully, and much to his suprise, there was a sleeping two-legger! Right there next to a large, smelly metal box full of scaps and refuse, a hairy, thickly bearded two legger clutching a bottle and making loud noises in his sleep. Qasher made to aproach the man, but then, suddenly, he ehard voices, speaking a brazen english from a nearby alley. Qasher dove for a nearby entryway, but found the doorway was sealed. No time, nothing to worry about, Qasher could easily bypass human doors. He slid one of his tendrils under the door, flattening it as much as he could, and grabbed the knob on the other side. He turned it with a click and slipped inside just as the voices drew near. Two boys walked down the alleyway, both college punks walking the streets with bag-covered bottles in hand. One must've been in his mid twenties, long brown ratty hair and a face full of metal, the other with trimmed blonde hair with white tips wearing baggy clothing. Neither was very handsome sober, and drunk they were even less so. Shit, I'm out! complained the first, drawing a hefty, mocking laugh from the second. For a moment, they tussled, slugging one another drunkenly and cursing so loud that it echoed off the brick walls. It was this that woke the homeless man, eying them both with sloshed anger. Shaddup, I'm sleepin' y'assholes. He said, throwing an empty beer can their way and hugging his whiskey close. The second punk scoffed, kicking the can back and pointed to the homeless man's prize. I spot a refil Josh! Haha! 'Josh' rolled his eyes, but then his drunken gaze lit up with an idea. Hey, not a bad plan! Give it, you old bitch, 'Josh' said, making his way to the drunk lounging by the dumpster. For a minute, they fought, the second degenerate laughing loudly, but then, suddenly, Josh grabbed his bagged-bottle and brought it down over the old man's head. The old lush fell to the ground with a thud and Josh raised his prize high, yelling out in 'victory.' He looked around, and it was then that Josh spotted a pretty girl, her clothes tight and perfectly snug, and walking all alone? Well, a 'gentleman' couldn't have that, could he? While Qasher rumaged in the nearby store, Josh whistled to his companion, and the two chuckled, walking towards Ella. Hey baby, you look lonely. Why don't you let Mike and me walk you home? The two approached her, one circling around to keep her from bolting, getting closer with each step.