Edgar, Allen, and Poe:Chapter 15
The cat slung it's paw heavily through the air, claws retracting and slashing at a pile of soft feathers. Violent grace shrouded the innocence of the meal as the large feline vehmently bit into the pile of feathers, with amazingly stirred with a soft cry. Blood covered the noticably long fangs, mixing with the cats saliva as it's dark pink tounge licked the blood greedily from the rim of it's mouth and stiff whiskers.
Suddendly, a black bird appeared, it's wings so dark that they cast purple and blue. It looked somewhat to be a distorted raven, but the beek was like that of a robin, and the eyes soft and jade-like in apperance. It perched watchfully on the beasts head, leaning it's head forward to peer curiously at the meal before pulling back.
A shot rang out in the air. It was as a dull whistle, really, thudding into the dead bird and sending the soft brown feathers exploding into the air. The sky had abrubtly turned cardnial-red, shadowed with purple and black clouds which seemed to drone far too low to the new disasster.
Rayvn sat with the bowl of buttered popcorn between her legs, which where folded in indian fashion as she sat beside Jaguar on the low-slung black couch, watching The Wizard of Oz.
"Watch, watch, watch!" She laughed, pointing at the screen as the Lolly-Pop Men began to dance around.
Jaguar only smirked, and Rayvn pouted, too full of mirth to let it spoil the movie.
"You have to like this movie! It's so cute!" Rayvn protested, and he lifted a brow challenging before ducking as she swung at him carellesly.
"I don't usually watch television. It was not around in 1843, and I don't see how it has made life better as it is today," Jaguar shrugged, adding, "Actually, in 1843, I believe Edgar Allen Poe's short stories where published."
Rayvn snorted, "That explains a lot," She snorted sarcastically, "And television does teach you things. The Discovery Channel?"
Jaguar frowned, "It teaches you less than you could be learning doing other things, but that is right, I suppose. And of Poe, don't start."
"Are you implying-"
"That you're going to listen?" Jaguar interposed, glaring at her slowly, "I will not continue on about the television, and you will not on Poe."
Rayvn rolled her eyes briefly, "Yeah, right. Did not Edgar write a piece about a talking raven?"
Jaguar stared at her silently as if she where isipid before answering, "Yes, he did, and you should refer to him respectfully. He was a great poet and writer. The Poe short story form was very popular."
"There was a form after him?" Rayvn mused, "Tell me the raven one."
"I do not remember. It was hundreds of years ago, Rayvn. I remember only, 'Nevermore, sayeth the raven'. His work was always haunting, and very deep. He died of internal combustion walking down a street one day." Jaguar snapped impaciently.
"Old English?" Rayvn questioned, and Jaguar groaned, placing his hand over hers.
"Rayvn, dear Rayvn," He sighed, "It was three hundred years ago. See what I speak of television? Back in my day, we where bilingual and educated sternly."
"I was educated!" Rayvn snapped angrily, "I just can not remember every thing! I haven't been alive as long as you have, Jaguar!"
Jaguar snorted, "You certainly have not. Silencio! That is a cognate, you see? It is when a word in, Spanish, for example, sounds like a word in English," Quickly he added as she flushed, "But the movie."
"The Wizard of Oz," Rayvn snapped sulkily, digging into the popcorn once more.
"You learn quickly." Jaguar smiled, and Rayvn flushed, grinning slightly with the compliment.
"I suppose that makes you a good teacher," She said kindly, and frowned, looking up as Raylet laughed.
He had entered the room only a few seconds ago, and was already making a mess of things. Not only had he messed up her train of thought, he had made himself a distraction by pacing largely back and fourth repetedly.
"Raylet?" Jaguar stated unamusededly, looking to him.
Raylet frowned in distaste. "You better not try to repeat Salus's case, Orv, or I will kill you myself!"
He disappeared heatedly, and Jguar sighed, turning back.
"Why did you change your name? And your hair?" Rayvn blurted out the questions swiftly.
Jaguar looked up to her warily before closing his eyes, "My true name is Sir Matthew Orv, and my true hair color is what you see. It was a foolish fad of dying hair then, as it was freshly new. I was named Jaguar when I was changed."
"And you liked Edgar?" Raven asked slowly, and he nodded causiously, "And Allen?"
"Yes, but-"
"And Poe?"
"All three. Why?" Jaguar asked slwoly.
"Because you just told me you liked the Baltimore Raven's mascots. They are named Edgar, Allen, and Poe." Rayvn laughed, flushing lightly.
The cat slung it's paw heavily through the air, claws retracting and slashing at a pile of soft feathers. Violent grace shrouded the innocence of the meal as the large feline vehmently bit into the pile of feathers, with amazingly stirred with a soft cry. Blood covered the noticably long fangs, mixing with the cats saliva as it's dark pink tounge licked the blood greedily from the rim of it's mouth and stiff whiskers.
Suddendly, a black bird appeared, it's wings so dark that they cast purple and blue. It looked somewhat to be a distorted raven, but the beek was like that of a robin, and the eyes soft and jade-like in apperance. It perched watchfully on the beasts head, leaning it's head forward to peer curiously at the meal before pulling back.
A shot rang out in the air. It was as a dull whistle, really, thudding into the dead bird and sending the soft brown feathers exploding into the air. The sky had abrubtly turned cardnial-red, shadowed with purple and black clouds which seemed to drone far too low to the new disasster.
Rayvn sat with the bowl of buttered popcorn between her legs, which where folded in indian fashion as she sat beside Jaguar on the low-slung black couch, watching The Wizard of Oz.
"Watch, watch, watch!" She laughed, pointing at the screen as the Lolly-Pop Men began to dance around.
Jaguar only smirked, and Rayvn pouted, too full of mirth to let it spoil the movie.
"You have to like this movie! It's so cute!" Rayvn protested, and he lifted a brow challenging before ducking as she swung at him carellesly.
"I don't usually watch television. It was not around in 1843, and I don't see how it has made life better as it is today," Jaguar shrugged, adding, "Actually, in 1843, I believe Edgar Allen Poe's short stories where published."
Rayvn snorted, "That explains a lot," She snorted sarcastically, "And television does teach you things. The Discovery Channel?"
Jaguar frowned, "It teaches you less than you could be learning doing other things, but that is right, I suppose. And of Poe, don't start."
"Are you implying-"
"That you're going to listen?" Jaguar interposed, glaring at her slowly, "I will not continue on about the television, and you will not on Poe."
Rayvn rolled her eyes briefly, "Yeah, right. Did not Edgar write a piece about a talking raven?"
Jaguar stared at her silently as if she where isipid before answering, "Yes, he did, and you should refer to him respectfully. He was a great poet and writer. The Poe short story form was very popular."
"There was a form after him?" Rayvn mused, "Tell me the raven one."
"I do not remember. It was hundreds of years ago, Rayvn. I remember only, 'Nevermore, sayeth the raven'. His work was always haunting, and very deep. He died of internal combustion walking down a street one day." Jaguar snapped impaciently.
"Old English?" Rayvn questioned, and Jaguar groaned, placing his hand over hers.
"Rayvn, dear Rayvn," He sighed, "It was three hundred years ago. See what I speak of television? Back in my day, we where bilingual and educated sternly."
"I was educated!" Rayvn snapped angrily, "I just can not remember every thing! I haven't been alive as long as you have, Jaguar!"
Jaguar snorted, "You certainly have not. Silencio! That is a cognate, you see? It is when a word in, Spanish, for example, sounds like a word in English," Quickly he added as she flushed, "But the movie."
"The Wizard of Oz," Rayvn snapped sulkily, digging into the popcorn once more.
"You learn quickly." Jaguar smiled, and Rayvn flushed, grinning slightly with the compliment.
"I suppose that makes you a good teacher," She said kindly, and frowned, looking up as Raylet laughed.
He had entered the room only a few seconds ago, and was already making a mess of things. Not only had he messed up her train of thought, he had made himself a distraction by pacing largely back and fourth repetedly.
"Raylet?" Jaguar stated unamusededly, looking to him.
Raylet frowned in distaste. "You better not try to repeat Salus's case, Orv, or I will kill you myself!"
He disappeared heatedly, and Jguar sighed, turning back.
"Why did you change your name? And your hair?" Rayvn blurted out the questions swiftly.
Jaguar looked up to her warily before closing his eyes, "My true name is Sir Matthew Orv, and my true hair color is what you see. It was a foolish fad of dying hair then, as it was freshly new. I was named Jaguar when I was changed."
"And you liked Edgar?" Raven asked slowly, and he nodded causiously, "And Allen?"
"Yes, but-"
"And Poe?"
"All three. Why?" Jaguar asked slwoly.
"Because you just told me you liked the Baltimore Raven's mascots. They are named Edgar, Allen, and Poe." Rayvn laughed, flushing lightly.