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vladimir donally
Posted: Apr 20 2012, 04:43 PM


25 Ϟ SCATTERING Ϟ ALY THE BRAID
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scattering winds,
Vladimir was careful and very good at hiding what and who he was. It was ineed a bonus having all those extra eyes. It was better than having eyes in the back of ones head. To have eyes and ears in multiple places at once came very much in handy. It gave him an upper hand in most things. It was perfect for spying on people as well. No one suspected the birds that flapped around chasing each other, or bathing in the bird bath. No one expected the butterflies, the rabbits, or the puppies. The beetles. If people knew they would have been some paranoid sons of a bitches.

As of now it was evening. around four o clock, And common sparrows flitted through the trees, there were lots, from all directions, but spread out enough that it wasnt alarming. These were not really sparrows. Oh no. These were a man whom had fractured out into a flock of tiny birds. His flight going in every direction, birds scooting up and diving down. It looked like some birds having fun. Or fighting over a worm. He located a secure place where small groups dove into well blocked cluster of trees and bushes, to become scilent until all the scattered pieces were safely concealed.

He knew for sure no person could spot him from his location, it was rather empty today, and the fact he had many little eyes looking around to ensure safty in becoming his human mold again. So the pieces of the 'puzzle' that made him up came together to make a handsome man of six foot one in simple black jeans and an insegnificant black shirt. He looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary. He casually walked from the place he had recollected, seeming every bit normal human, running a hand through his hair before walking to a bench, pulling out his note pad and making illedgable notes. Even though the evening shadows were starting to threaten their coming. He still wasnt having trouble seeing the pad of paper and the strange code writing that came from his pen...


open thread - What hes wearing and his scattering form and the time of day is about four in the evening.
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