The Phoenix Colony

"I could, but I'd have nothing to offer your group and wuld be a liability." Chrys stopped scratching the wall and instead combed at her tail, "i hate when life throws curveballs, I wish it would just do what it's s'posed to every once in a while."

 

Smith concentrated on relaxing all the muscles in his face. It was harder than he had thought. Nothing, he thought, well he had decided to keep his mooping to himself maybe this was some higher power playing a bad joke on him. He looked at her and tried to twitch muscles again, their was slight movement and it closed again. This was going to take a while.

 

Raylene stood up after washing the grease off her arms and walked over to Chad. She placed her hands on the plate that obscured his mouth. She stroked his face and then ran her hand along his bald head. "It's not that bad really. It doesn't feel rough at all. I kind of like it, actually."

 

"Life never does what it is supposed to do. You can always depend of life throwing curveballs. Also, don't be too hard on herself, you have plenty to offer people." says Fox.

 

He couldn't even feel her touch against his skin anymore, if skin was the right word for it. He knew a lie when he heard it, even if he wished it could be true. He tried again to move the face plate, it shifted a bit and then snapped back. He thought he might have found out where the new muscle was. He looked at Raylene apologeticly for he knew she could read that he thought she had lied.

 

"I'm not lying!" She jabbed him in the ribs and hurts her hand. "Damnit!" She shakes her fist at him. "Now that was uncalled for! I'm just trying to make you laugh." She laughs at herself, realizing it's the first time she's actually laughed in years. She looks up for a moment, embarrassed a little, and a red flush spreads across her cheeks.

 

Smith had to admit that she wasn't to bad at slap stick. She's blushing. He felt even worse about his uncontrolable thoughts now. He hoped he got control of this new plate quicker, then at least he wouldn't have to count on her as his only way to comunicate. Not that it was to bad, at least she knew he was honest. He tried to laugh at his own joke but failed.

 

Allen couldn't find anything out here to use as a weapon, and the things inside the cave were pretty well looked after. Somebody would notice if they were gone. He made one more glance around. Chad was having some trouble with an armored plate that covered his mouth, but it had moved back now. Raylene was over there trying to comfort him, and it looked like it was working. It was a little hard to tell though, because his face was getting really hard to read.

Allen hoped Raylene was too occupied with Chad to pay attention to him. He needed his mind clear if he was going to make it to the front of the ship safely. He couldn't afford to block his thoughts with some memory or song to keep her out.

Allen moved into the woods and started walking swiftly for the ship.

 

"You don't have to feel bad. I'll speak for you as long as you need me. I don't mind. It's kind of nice to be able to actually help." She touched his hand and wished he could feel it.

 

Smith saw her touch the back of his hand and remembered that last time he had checked he could still feel with his palms and finger tips. He turned his hand around and felt the smooth skin of her hand, it felt like a shock going up his arm as he felt something for the first time since yesterday. It didn't sound like much but it meant alot to him, he had missed the feeling and sensation of touch. He was glad at least some one seemed to be here for him with out telling him to cheer up and get over it.

 

"Do you want to stay out here or venture back to the group? I think we better start on our plans to take care of the beast. I'm sure Reva is anxious to put our new members to good use and pick their brains." She looked him in the eyes as she spoke, something she never would have done with any other man she had known. She felt safe with Chad.

 

He found himself drawn into her kind green eyes and almost forgot to awnser the question, or at least think the awnser. He didn't really want to go back with the group but he knew it was probably the best desision. He'd need to be there to insist that he be the one to set the trap. He was the only one with a chance to survive an assult against him, even if he hated his self and his new body, he knew it could be of use in the fight against the monster.

 

She still couldn't bear the thought of Chad using himself as bait. It tugged at her in a way she never had felt before. She would just have to talk him out of it, or if he couldn't talk at all, make sure she didn't insist on it for him. "Let's grab some berries on the way back. I think Joey has eaten all of them."

 

Joey hadn't been following him around lately, just hanging out in the cave she was probably going to have her... puppies? soon. She was right their wasn't much food left in the cave. They probably wouldn't start discussing plans until everyone had gotten aquainsted. He wondered if their were any berry bushes near by with any berries left. They might have to go out a bit further from camp if they really were gona bring back some food. He looked down at his rifle, locked and loaded, they'd be fine.

 

Pasha’s hand was raw with pain, as it held the piece of wood with his burnt hand. He had been working on it for quite a few days now, on and off when Viva wasn’t looking. It was suppose to be her surprise… but now it all meant nothings. All the steady work his knife had down, carving the piece into what was now beauty. He made the last touches, gently gliding the small fragments of wood onto the ground.

Tatee lay at his side, rolled into a ball, asleep. He pat the creature on the head, his hands gliding through it’s fur. It gave a noise much like a purr, as it’s eyes stayed shut. He smiled, letting the soft fur touch his hurting hand. He sighed, turning the carving upside down and finished with a simple phrase, and the carving of his signature at the base. He got up, wanting nothing more then to fuel the fire with his carving. Sadness overtook him as he looked at the sleeping figure of Viva.

His love had been a lie… yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind. His hand shook as he leaned next to her. Her eyes fluttered open, and their eyes met for the first time since their encounter. He took the carving that he had hidden in his grasp, tossing it next to her. He took a last sad glance, and left the cave.

 

Chrys watched as the big guy walked out of the cave, "Hey! Hey, wait up" she yelled as she charged up behind him, "DO I have to tie you down somewhere to keep you with us and make you talk?" She goded, trying to get in his way so he wouldn't leave.

 

Pasha was thrust from his thoughts by the girl he’d met earlier. He growled under his breath, not really wanting anything to do with her.

“Chto za huy!” He said, his voice showing his irritability, “What do you want?”

 

Viva woke up to a rustle, and her vision cleared out the fog of sleep. She saw Pasha, his eyes immersed in hers. He didn't wait for her to react and quickly walked out of the cave. Viva slowly uncurled, and eyed a wooden carving he had put by her side. She lifted it in her hands, trembling as though it were a delicate strand of a feather.

The woodwork was definitely no expertise or masterpiece, but it was mesmerizing. An angel sat in the lap of the carving, or should she say it was her. He had denoted her wavy hair with markings like that of water gushing down the stream, and her thin, sleek figure seemed like the mirage on the road. Her eyes were absent, probably since he didn't attempt his luck at it. Her nose was a fine curve and her lips were merely a smile stretched across the wood. At the sides were wings which seemed like a mixture of a pixie's wings and a butterfly's. There was attempts to color the wings, which produced a dusky effect in the wood - and seemingly some of the berries used were florescent and shone in the dark corner of the cave. She ran her fingers over the unknown markings on the corners of the wooden plate seeming like 'Ваш принц'. She then looked at a prominent marking at the bottom, entangled in flowers and wines he had carved.

"Любите Вас навсегда? What is it?"
She whispered to herself, and watched Chrys walk after him. She wanted to follow, but she didn't have the guts to. She kissed the markings like they were threads of gold and then hugged the plate.

 

Chrys took in his tone, and hissed at him. "Look, buddy burly, you are going to talk, even if it means I have to restrain you. Your gloominess helps nobody. And, about the girl you want to talk to, I can smell it on the booth of you, you two need to talk, so, if I have to push you back in that cave to make it happen, I will." She pulled out her claws, and hisssed once more, "I don't kid."

 

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Pasha’s face went from irritated to angry. Who was she to say this? He didn’t take orders, especially from a bratty little pussy cat. He slid the knife from his pocket, and held it forward in an offensive stance.

"She's just--" his mother started.

He growled under his breath.

“You going to let go pass without a problem, or does this have to go to the animals?” he said, his voice full of venom.

 

Viva saw the knife glint in Pasha's hand. She jumped up from her sitting position, putting the carving on a side.
"Chrys, watch out!"
She pushed her away just after Pasha's knife came too close to trust. Chrys stood at a side, with viva facing the knife. Viva felt angry, but she wasn't sure why or on whom.
"Put the stupid knife back."
She snapped at him, breathing intensively since her injury.

 

Fox see Kat trying to force Pasha to talk to Viva. "Kat stop it now! They need time to think things out. Not everyone deals with strong emotions very easily. If you force them to talk, you'll probably make them do something rash. Listen Pasha, take as long as you need to think about how you feel about Viva. But remember, on this world she could die at any point. So, when you figure things out, you should try to talk to her right away." says Fox.

 

Chrys wanted to claw the man within a pulp of living, but instead to take advantage of the situation. ..He likes when the baby thing purrs, lemme see if something works. Sje let out a soft, purring, "You are both here now...Yes, now you two talk. You call for each other in ways you don't know." Her tone suddenly changed to a hiss, "Now talk already," but she caught herself and switched back to the purr, "I mean, please talk, it unsettles us so to have this tension looming over us." She turns to Pasha and says plainly, "Please put the knife away, I've got ten little buddies of my own who are just dieig for a fight."

 

Pasha let the knife fall back into his pocket, as he looked down at the little Kat. She was purring, almost soothing. His eyes stopped at Fox, he eyed her angrily. Just daring her to say anything more. He grabbed his bludgeon stick from the wall, and four of his spears. He pushed past the other two, not so much as acknowledging their existence.


“I’ll be back.” He muttered, “Do we need anything while I’m out, dear?” his voice was sarcastic and full of venom as he waited for an answer.