So much anger for a child . . . (moved from old forums)

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Dark Descendant's Post:

He wanted to scream, clutching tightly onto that stuffed bear of his as the feathered wings on its back pressed deep into his arm. The staring from younger girls his age bothered him, even if it was out of adoration or amazement, he hated it. His deep black eyes didn't sparkle as the light reflected off of them, and that never was a good sign with him.

Yet as Dorian passed by them and was out of their sight and making eye contact with them, those dark eyes of his let out a little hint of sparkle as he looked up at the sign in the sky above. Near noon, and he had been out since the early crack of dawn. He was known for wandering away from the castle for the entire day, but he was going to a record this time around.

He wanted to stay within the village until the next morning.

Sure, it would send the Queen for a loop, possible throwing his sister down a path of worrying, possibly force her to send out a few knights to search for him. After all, it was her who was to watch over him during the day and teach him what he was to know.

He wasn't going to sit up in his chamber all day, every day reading about a history that more than likely had nothing to do with him or his origin. Didn't they understand already that he wasn't like them? What, did they find him at the gate of the castle and decide to take him in? Without a doubt, it had to have been something along those lines.

He wasn't normal.

His hands tightened more one that defenseless bear, his face skewed into a look of disgust. Just that fact alone brought him to who he was today. Not the nine year old prince expected to take over the kingdom if the Queen passed on and his sister either refused the position or was whisked off to another kingdom by some fancy prince. Oh, far from that. But the twisted and devious little demon that he was.

There was always something standing out -- other than his hair -- that bothered him to the point that he had to destroy it, kill it, or force someone else to. Sometimes he thought he was normal and could be saved, play with the other children and be like them. Yet everytime he came close to convincing himself of so, he destroyed a child's toys and sometimes hurt that child.

Jealousy wasn't in it, he was never jealous. He just hated humans, even demons, too. Anything that had somewhat of a physical semblance to him he hated.

All of them. The lot of them. They all needed to die. To him, they were pathetic with their arguments and fights. And to think he had the blood of two of them mixed within his childish body. When he tried to clense himself of it, he always woke up in a warm bed with a bandage over his neck.

The thought angered him. Angered him so much that the grip on his bear increased around the neck until his fingers pierced the material and popped the head off the toy. The only thing Dorian did was stand there, ready to scream his lungs out with his ebony eyes watching the head of the bear roll down the dirt path on the hill toward edge of the village.

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A noisy clattering of wings sounded from overhead, as a bold magpie suddenly flew in out of nowhere, swooping in low over the fuming boy's head and off after the rolling head of the teddy-bear. The black and white corvid awkwardly attempted to land on top of the head, but missed.

The now grounded magpie, with his wings flailing and his iridescent tail-feathers splayed, bounded after the rolling head for a few moments before successfully pinning it under one taloned foot. The magpie folded his wings and briefly glanced at the fiery-haired child standing a little way off, before picking the head up in his sharp beak and shaking it vigorously, chortling triumphantly.

It didn't take the magpie long to realise that the ruined piece of teddy-bear was not the free meal he'd assumed it to be, and he abruptly dropped it.
"Pah!" the magpie squawked, his beak full of stuffing.

This was Pica, one of the less intelligent members of the Corvidae Council, but a member nonetheless...

[Anonymous]

Dark Descendant's Post:

That darkened gaze of his followed the creature's movements, keeping any sign of laughter from his face. But it showed only because he didn't want to be known for his twistedness by everyone just yet. He did his best to put on a slight smile and a false giggle as he watched the magpie, loosening his grip on the headless bear.

"Hehe . . ." was all that came from him. It had a feeling of coldness to it, and it didn't seem real. Though it was good it wasn't his true laughter, some people would probably wish to be dead upon hearing it.

With the stuffing, the creature looking more amusing to the eye, like a rabid animal that needed to be taken care of. But he wouldn't, not with people so close by and having not yet been giving the chance to understand the being. Lowering his hands to his sides, Dorian took small steps until he was halfway down the hill and stood there. His head tilted to the one side as he gazed down upon the interesting magpie.

"Cluck . . . Cluck . . . Cluck . . ." he sounded out mockingly, not really knowing what he was doing himself. He brought his empty hand up to scratch the back of his head while the other still clutching the useless bear.

He was a troublesome child, no doubting it.

[Anonymous]

As Dorian approached, the magpie raised a foot to scratch at his beak, successfully dislodging the troublesome fluff. He then ruffled his feathers and raised his head, blinking his beady eyes as he observed the strange child who was now moving towards him, uttering mocking clucking noises.

"Cluck yourself!" the brazen magpie responded cheekily, before tilting his head back and letting out a loud caw of amusement. Pica then turned his attention back to the discarded head of the teddy-bear. The shiny black buttons that served as the bear's eyes were just asking to be taken, and so the magpie busily set about tugging the eyes from the teddy's head - ripping and stabbing at the material with his sharp beak.

Had the corvid not been so arrogant, he would have taken more notice of the dark look in the child's eyes...

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His eyebrows immediately arched up at the same moment the magpie snapped back at him. Never could he recall someone snapping back at him like that before and really gotten out safely. But for some reason he didn't move from his spot other than to crouch down and hold the headless bear in front of himself.

It was interesting creature, not like himself, it was more interesting. Small, a tad weird looking in his opinion since he had never seen one before, and just different to him. And watching at it tore out the eyes of the bear's head, a very amused smile came to his lips as he started to slowly move closer; still in his crouched position.

Finally up behind the small creature, he stretched his hand out to grab both of the magpie's feet and hold him upside down. Straightening out his legs and standing to his full height, he brought the upside-down magpie to eye level and looked at it with a hint of wonder; rare for him indeed.

"You're weird," he said straight forward, not holding back anything before giving a slight shake to the creature. "Talk again," Dorian urged the magpie. It was amusing, and amusing him was something hard to do.

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Caught off-guard, the magpie did not have time to dodge the child's inhumanly quick attack. The enraged bird squawked and cursed loudly in his harsh voice as he was so abruptly hauled into the air by his feet. And now, hanging upside-down in Dorian's grip like a chicken ready for the slaughter, Pica rapidly and frantically beat his piebald wings against Dorian's arm, while attempting to stab at the boy's face with his sharp bill. But the magpie was not designed for fighting upside-down, and so his vicious pecks made no contact.

Unable to escape by force, the magpie reverted to verbal abuse instead, and although - through his own racket - he had not heard Dorian's request, he chattered angrily at the boy anyway.
"Let me go! Let me go, you little worm!! I'll peck your eyes out!! I'll claw your face off!! Let me go!!"

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Dorian's lips curled into a more devious grin that almost stretched from ear-to-ear. This creature was amusing to him, like a normal human child that had received a new toy or gift to enjoy. Nonetheless, he thought this magpie a gift to himself, not exactly a free one or one to keep for long. Just something that would keep the young mix occupied and out of a raging rampage through the village.

With wonderment in his darkened eyes, he watched the creature and ignored the rather rough brushing of its wings against his arm. It didn't seem to get much of a reaction from him, but the verbal taunting and abuse aroused a nice response from the younging.

"Go on, shall you give it your utmost best effort to accomplish such a task?" he questioned, his formal language progressed beyond his years. He was royalty, may it have not been known of yet. But on top of all of that, he was almost full demon -- and with abilities beyond the full demon itself. If that didn't speak for itself, than the small boy didn't have an idea of what actually did.

[Anonymous]

(OCC: Oh my goodness...I don't why it's taken me so long to post here. I'm so sorry. 0_o;; )

The magpie suddenly ceased his struggles at that point, fixing the strange child with his beady glare. His beak, which had opened wide for another loud retort, now shut with a clack. His black and white wings, no longer flapping, hung open limply. The threats he had made were empty, and he knew it - the boy knew it. This inhuman child - though the bird knew not how he had managed it - had him at his mercy. But the plucky corvid was never one to give up easily.

Pica's shiny black beak opened again as he spoke in a cracked, hissing whisper,
"Perhaps I cannot carry out the task, but I know others that will."

And with that, the magpie threw his head back, his beak opening wide and his neck-feathers puffing out as he began to utter a loud chattering cry - he was calling for help...

[Anonymous]

((OOC: That's all right, no worries.))

For the strangest reason, Dorian's grin only widened as he listened to the magpie. More visitors, the merrier. He was up for a round of tormenting others, and this seemed to be progressing into the perfect occasion and time to do so. He cared not for anyone, and the enjoyment that was absorbed from his twisted ways was beyond any of that of which materialistic objects would bring any normal being. Other than tormenting others, one thing did bring him a sense of happiness; his older sister. That wasn't going to get out, and even if it was suspected he'd deny it to the very bloody end of life.

Though he was pleased that there were possibly going to be others, he sat himself back in the dirt not caring if his fancy formal clothing collected the dry soil. His free hand came up and made the attempt to clasp the magpie's mouth shut. Of course, he wasn't going to try and keep the creature fully silent, then there wouldn't be any fun. His hand just randomly moved about, pinching the magpie's beak closed for a moment and then letting him make more of his amusing calls for help.

"Come, come. Help your fiendish friend. Bring down your wrath and present me with some more creatures to play with. Don't be shy!" the demon child called out, leaving the magpie alone in his grasp to continue his calls for help.

[Anonymous]

Dorian's taunting call was abruptly answered, as down from the sky swooped the sleek ebony form of a Raven. More than twice the size of his Magpie cousin and certainly twice as powerful, Corax attacked the demon child from behind - screaming out his harsh, threatening call as he dived at the boy's head, ferocious curved talons extended to rend and scrape...

[Anonymous]

Dorian's head slowly turned back behind him, taking in the sight of the black feathered bird; the crow. Amusing, yet disappointing at the same time. Here he was hoping for a swarm of magpie to come and try taking out an eye. But the crow was indeed bigger and could do more damage on its own. That was more impressive. He'd take what he could at the moment. Beggars can't be choosers, he reminded himself mentally.

For a child, he was akward. And had proven so already, and planned on proving more so now. His hand was still around the magpie's feet as it seemed to get a little larger. His radiant red hair changed to a pitch black, lengthening out slightly to just brush the nape of his neck; the right side a little longer than the rest to touch his collarbone. Those deep black eyes of his turning blood red. He was taller, too; demon form. He planned on having fun. Not many knew him in this form, it was perfect.

The reminants of the stuffed bear was dropped to the ground, his hand a little tighter around the magpie's feet. Smirking, Dorian whipped himself around at the crow and launched the magpie at the black bird like some sort of a dart. What would happen depended on if the magpie noticed the quick, liquid motion that the demon took to toss him.

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Pica shrieked hoarsely as he was suddenly hurled like a football at the oncoming raven. The magpie automatically opened his wings and fluttered them frantically, his long tail-feathers splaying out as he tried to slow his speed, but the bird was unable to to change his course.
Corax, however, was considerably more efficient at manoeuvring. Like all ravens, he was supremely acrobatic in flight, and as Pica came sailing towards him, the raven dodged him gracefully, simply dipping down to avoid the flustered magpie before tipping on one side and swooping past the now transformed Dorian, passing by so close that the long  pinion feathers of his left wing brushed the boy's cheek.

As Corax swooped upwards, more dark shapes could be seen hovering in the sky. Attracted by Dorian's transformation but not phased by it, the other three members of the Corvidae Council - the Crow, the Rook, and the Jackdaw - came diving down to teach the demonic child a lesson...

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Dorian's head tipped back a bit, taking a nice view of those three birds diving for him with those blood red tinged eyes of his. Ah, and to think it all got started with the popping of a stuffed bear's head. What a day this was transforming to be, and he was enjoying it. Every winking moment of it. It was a thrill, entertaining. Much more than anyone in the castle had ever been.

What a sadist.

Those arms of his, draped in the shredded remains of the sleeves from his shirt -- though the rest of him was covered -- spread out to his sides. Wide open, welcoming. Dangerous.

For a brief and barely noticeable moment his black hair whipped around his face as if a breeze struck him and him alone. If the sun struck down on him just right, there'd be a glittering glint as if the sun's rays were bouncing off glass. Yes, a small blockage to keep that pretty demonic face of his safe as well as the rest of him, too.

Nothing severely strong, just to play around it. If the three hit it, there wouldn't be much pain. Maybe a light shock and possibly a pounding headache afterward. Hm, did bird's get headaches? Now Dorian was drifting into thought, and the more he thought on the entire thing, the more he wanted to test it and see if it happened. What a gift that would be for the King and the Queen -- three trapped birds. He wasn't sure if he was going to capture the magpie again, yet you could never tell what was up his sleeve.

His eyes sparkled beneath that invisible shielding of his. Oh, how he waited for them to hit that clear forcefield of his. But would they really collide with it? He would just have to stand there and see for himself.

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Down they came, these three birds of darkness, all of them hungry for the taste of fresh blood on their beaks. The Crow - the scruffy, brutal, bloody-minded bird of death and decay. The Jackdaw - smallest of the Corvids, her eyes glinting a piercing ice-blue, her striking collar of silvery throat-feathers gleaming even in the low light. And the Rook - large and angular in body, with a pointed beak like a silver dagger.
And it was this Rook, Frugilegus by name - a knowledgeable, gloomy bird - who felt the sudden surge of magic in the air before the others did.

As the three corvids tore down from the sky towards their target, a noise akin to a hiss escaped the Rook's beak. The magic had to be coming from the child. There was no one else. But Frugilegus did not voice his concern to the others.
Instead, at the last moment he suddenly changed course and darted away from Dorian, slyly making the move appear to be a purposeful attempt to intimidate the boy by feinting his attack. Monedula, the Jackdaw, ever quick of mind, sensed the Rook's unease and immediately followed suit, though not a moment too soon - the sleek Jackdaw let out a shrill cry of shock as she felt her underside skim over a solid yet invisible wall...
Corone, on the other hand, was far too caught up in the heat of the attack to pay attention to anything else but the exposed face of his victim. He would go straight for the eyes. Lovely, juicy eyes...

But of course, he never got there. The tense air was filled with a raucous outburst of cawing as the Crow crashed roughly into the invisible shield before dropping ungracefully to the ground, landing heavily on his right wing and spraining it.

While the Crow flailed around in the dust, screaming his anguish to the high heavens, Frugilegus and Monedula - this time joined by Pica - had retreated back up into the sky in readiness for another attack...

"ENOUGH!!!"

That terrible, powerful voice silenced the raging birds in an instant. And the voice had of course come from Corax the Raven. The huge black bird had alighted on the ground behind Dorian and was now standing with his powerful frame held upright and his mighty wings spread to their full extent. With his heavy beak still held partly open from his sudden shout, the Raven arched his proud head as his ruff of spiky throat-feathers bristled threateningly. His rich covering of glossy black feathers gleamed in the low sunlight, and in that moment he looked like the mightiest bird to have ever taken to the skies.

“How dare you treat my fellow Corvidae with such disrespect!!� the angered Raven boomed at the demonic child. “I demand that you cease your magic and explain yourself!!�