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CAW
CAW
The buzzard’s overhead were calling out above him claiming him. His eyelids fluttered but he didn’t open them. His body felt achy and tired the wings on his back crumpled. He knew he should move but he didn’t instead curling and uncurling his long fingers as he took in the sand and rock around him.
CAW!
A buzzard swooped down biting at the wounds on his body. He growled in response and it shrieked flying back up into the sky as it registered shock. He chuckled at that revealing a row of pearly white teeth.
Was it time to get up? He couldn’t recall how long he laid on this dusty hot ground. Time was different when you were an immortal like him. Minutes and hours sometimes seemed like seconds. Time was nothing more than an illusion a fleeting moment the father created….
He supposed it was time to move. He pushed himself up finally opening his eyes and taking in the harsh Texas desert all around him. As if on que a tumbleweed rolled by kicking up faint plumes of dust as it kept on its journey. The buzzards overhead still circled watching him and trying to figure out what was going on with their meal.
He looked around and sighed when he saw his battered old Stetson. He grabbed it and pushed it over his head getting a slight respite from the sun overhead. He looked down at his bare chest taking stock of the long festering wounds on his muscular tan chest. He reached out and probed it frowning when his hands came back sticky with blood.
“Shit” He murmured rising to his feet. He towered over the landscape coming in at six two and looking like some creature born in a lab. His muscular body tightened and pulled as he stretched wincing as the wounds throbbed in response.
“That damn Gabriel” He growled realizing he was naked save for his hat.
He looked up at the sky.
“You left me for dead and took my clothes?!” He shouted out “You’re a real asshole “uncle!”
He didn’t receive any response… not that he expected to. Gabriel was no doubt long gone and focused on other things than he. He had all of heaven to watch over after all….
He took a few more minutes to stretch and then began to walk. His dirt stained feet moved across the harsh desert earth. He wasn’t sure where he was going just trusted his feet to take him there. Sweat began to run down his naked body as he trekked across the desert yet the heat didn’t seem to bother him.
Eventually he came upon an abandoned house and barn. A brief search revealed a simple pair of jeans and a white button-down T shirt. He pulled on the clothing cinching the oval buckle belt that was discarded in the corner of the bedroom. Once he was dressed he hunted for food and water. He didn’t necessarily NEED the substance but it made him feel more human.
He liked feeling human.
One dusty water bottle later he was moving again his feet still bare. He began to hunt searching for a creature whose life force he could drain. He eventually found a lizard under a rock who blinked at him with questioning eyes.
“I’m sorry” He said reaching out and snatching the creature up before he could scatter away “Please forgive me”
He closed his eyes and angry looking red runes began to appear on his neck and hands. The lizard writhed and moved as it tried to get away. It was the basic of instincts the flight or fight that said something very very bad was about to happen. The lizards skin began to darken as it writhed harder. Eventually it stopped and slumped forward. He opened his eyes and dropped the dead creature. He buried it so its body wouldn’t be picked off and after saying a quick prayer he continued on his way.
He felt his wounds healing as he walked. The lizard’s life force wasn’t enough to sate him completely but he was used to that. He would have needed a human to completely slack his hunger and he didn’t do that. His was an eternal battle the demon from his mother’s side battling against the angel from his father.
Eventually a town appeared in the distance. The minute his eyes fell on it he found himself moving with renewed purpose. He all but ran to the town in the final stretch eager and drawn to it. The town wasn’t much to look at with one long “main” street and several smaller ones. A church sat in the center square along with a diner and what looked like a pawn shop. He moved toward the dinner first slowly pushing the door open and sighing as a blast of cold air hit him.
The diner was more or less empty. A few patrons that he assumed were locals eyed him as he stepped in. He moved towards the bar sliding into an empty chair and taking off his hat. He ran a hand through his dusty black hair. His eyes one blue and one green swept over the bar as he took it in. When the waitress came up he cleared his throat before speaking.
“My name is Zachariah” He said smiling at the woman. He was young but had the look of someone MUCH older.
“Can I have a menu please?” He asked smiling politely “What town am I in?”
CAW
The buzzard’s overhead were calling out above him claiming him. His eyelids fluttered but he didn’t open them. His body felt achy and tired the wings on his back crumpled. He knew he should move but he didn’t instead curling and uncurling his long fingers as he took in the sand and rock around him.
CAW!
A buzzard swooped down biting at the wounds on his body. He growled in response and it shrieked flying back up into the sky as it registered shock. He chuckled at that revealing a row of pearly white teeth.
Was it time to get up? He couldn’t recall how long he laid on this dusty hot ground. Time was different when you were an immortal like him. Minutes and hours sometimes seemed like seconds. Time was nothing more than an illusion a fleeting moment the father created….
He supposed it was time to move. He pushed himself up finally opening his eyes and taking in the harsh Texas desert all around him. As if on que a tumbleweed rolled by kicking up faint plumes of dust as it kept on its journey. The buzzards overhead still circled watching him and trying to figure out what was going on with their meal.
He looked around and sighed when he saw his battered old Stetson. He grabbed it and pushed it over his head getting a slight respite from the sun overhead. He looked down at his bare chest taking stock of the long festering wounds on his muscular tan chest. He reached out and probed it frowning when his hands came back sticky with blood.
“Shit” He murmured rising to his feet. He towered over the landscape coming in at six two and looking like some creature born in a lab. His muscular body tightened and pulled as he stretched wincing as the wounds throbbed in response.
“That damn Gabriel” He growled realizing he was naked save for his hat.
He looked up at the sky.
“You left me for dead and took my clothes?!” He shouted out “You’re a real asshole “uncle!”
He didn’t receive any response… not that he expected to. Gabriel was no doubt long gone and focused on other things than he. He had all of heaven to watch over after all….
He took a few more minutes to stretch and then began to walk. His dirt stained feet moved across the harsh desert earth. He wasn’t sure where he was going just trusted his feet to take him there. Sweat began to run down his naked body as he trekked across the desert yet the heat didn’t seem to bother him.
Eventually he came upon an abandoned house and barn. A brief search revealed a simple pair of jeans and a white button-down T shirt. He pulled on the clothing cinching the oval buckle belt that was discarded in the corner of the bedroom. Once he was dressed he hunted for food and water. He didn’t necessarily NEED the substance but it made him feel more human.
He liked feeling human.
One dusty water bottle later he was moving again his feet still bare. He began to hunt searching for a creature whose life force he could drain. He eventually found a lizard under a rock who blinked at him with questioning eyes.
“I’m sorry” He said reaching out and snatching the creature up before he could scatter away “Please forgive me”
He closed his eyes and angry looking red runes began to appear on his neck and hands. The lizard writhed and moved as it tried to get away. It was the basic of instincts the flight or fight that said something very very bad was about to happen. The lizards skin began to darken as it writhed harder. Eventually it stopped and slumped forward. He opened his eyes and dropped the dead creature. He buried it so its body wouldn’t be picked off and after saying a quick prayer he continued on his way.
He felt his wounds healing as he walked. The lizard’s life force wasn’t enough to sate him completely but he was used to that. He would have needed a human to completely slack his hunger and he didn’t do that. His was an eternal battle the demon from his mother’s side battling against the angel from his father.
Eventually a town appeared in the distance. The minute his eyes fell on it he found himself moving with renewed purpose. He all but ran to the town in the final stretch eager and drawn to it. The town wasn’t much to look at with one long “main” street and several smaller ones. A church sat in the center square along with a diner and what looked like a pawn shop. He moved toward the dinner first slowly pushing the door open and sighing as a blast of cold air hit him.
The diner was more or less empty. A few patrons that he assumed were locals eyed him as he stepped in. He moved towards the bar sliding into an empty chair and taking off his hat. He ran a hand through his dusty black hair. His eyes one blue and one green swept over the bar as he took it in. When the waitress came up he cleared his throat before speaking.
“My name is Zachariah” He said smiling at the woman. He was young but had the look of someone MUCH older.
“Can I have a menu please?” He asked smiling politely “What town am I in?”