[bsktcase]

reseving ; v ;

[a sky full of stars]

The candlelight shone pools of irregular light across the room. It was a tower, and streaks of silver moonlight wove their way in through the cracks and faults in the brickwork. However none of this was noted by the room's two occupants; a creature only to be described as a winged fox of some sort - his brow was furrowed in deep concentration and the toes on his left hand twiddled a pencil impatiently in their grasp. The second occupant was a bird, a large, pure-white dove of some sort. She had a soft black eye which shone brightly in the dim light, and her other eye? It was almost the same, yet slightly unnerving in the way that it reflected the light; almost blandly. ‘Now, how should I begin dear Aesling?’ whispered the first figure, twiddling the pencil slightly more violently in impatience. ‘Start with your name, and then we shall begin your story.’ The bird replied sweetly, raising her wings as she spoke to reveal a wing fringed with rich copper which sparkled fiercely in the candle’s glow. The wolf-creature smirked, not unkindly and carefully scratched upon paper; with the elegant strokes of an artist:

"My name is Talos March. And I was born into the world, a vulnerable soul, and so I built myself; I forged my fate, my wings and myself, in threads of copper and brass."

The bird smiled, not with her mouth, but with her eye. Just one. Talos followed suit. ‘And now Aesling, we shall write and then perhaps one day, if this falls into the right hands we shall find our souls immortal in the forms of copper and gold, just as my soul is immortal in you.’ Aesling cooed softly in Talos’ proposal and rubbed her beak against his cheek. And then the candle was snuffed, in just the breath of a wing-beat and the two odd figures were plunged into darkness.

username; i’m just 42, a mere inventor – not of metal and glass but of love, as I created Talos and Aesling who breathe upon the earth just as I do.
name; talos march - Talos being the bronze creature who guarded Crete and March being the beat of his life, clockwork and his own heartbeat. Aesling calls her companion Talos or Tao, and as Talos hasn’t had many other encounters with forms of life this is what he goes by.

Talos wrote and Aesling hunted, she brought back a collection of nuts and seeds and fruits for the two of them and by then Talos had written pages, those pages, began as so;
Where to begin, where to begin? I’m Talos March – perhaps Daedalus’ heir and I am a creature of cells and nature; however I changed all of that, starting when I was a young teen…
My life began as any other; apart from the fact I was alone, and so I was taught snipits of English and Latin by the travellers who passed by; I lived alone in a forest. The birds taught me the rest and I became a friend to all of feathers and flight and lived happily for the beginning of my life. But of course things tend to move on, and so they did. The people, who lived nearby occasionally sighted the feral orphan that was myself and in the delicate natural part of themselves became concerned. I called it foolish, they called it selflessness. And so I was taken into the town as a ragamuffin orphan, the birds said their hurried good-byes and presented me with a token, to symbolize our friendship – a tiny charm of golden wings. I kept it, tucked behind my ear so that all birds; big or small knew I was a friend. I was asked about it many times when I was put into some kind of ‘foster home’ but the cold gaze that they received upon, always let them know that it was special to me and I was partial to the birds. I lasted two weeks in the villagers houses before running away back to where I belonged.
But of course, even though I was a fair pain in the bottom, they returned to search for me. And even my greatest friends knew it was time for me to go, and with their love and their guidance; I set away, by my own little self.
The little set of wings piqued a great curiosity inside me. I passively examined their simple surface day after day and kept it close to me at all times.
After reaching a small city; built of cobblestone and tar; I knew I had to make a living to blend in and so I worked in a small forgery with some proficient blacksmiths who taught me the basis of their trade. Although I loved it, I didn’t stay long and with a backpack over my shoulders and drawstring bags brimming with money, I left.
And I walked and I walked and I walked - until even the sun sighed upon seeing me walking; for yet another constant day.
The walking was worth it though; for I soon found the place where all my dreams collided. It was in ruins when I found it - a singular, stone tower spiralling upwards into the sky. But from the plain blue sky and the wild forest around it, I knew it was where I had been hoping to find. And so, without any further ado I lived there.
The building was filled with beautiful diagrams and globes, structures and papers. I loved it. I began to mend the place, and make it my own and studied the papers and books as if they were my undying passion. Which, they were. The place became my own soon enough and in a sense I longed for somebody to stumble upon it, and praise it for what it was worth. But no-one did, and I secretly lavished in my hidden glory.
The little charm, I hung outside the window and it twinkled in the light of day. And even though it was one of the most honourable gifts imaginable; It gave me an even more most honourable gift imaginable – Aesling.
She was a right old wreck when she flew to me; but seeing the little charm hanging outside the window must have given her a whole new hope to life. Her left wing was twisted out of shape dreadfully, and blood splattered her white feathers. Her right eye was scarred painfully and she quivered in pain when she reached my arms.
I set to work immediately, and with Aesling’s help, I became an inventor.
I didn’t sleep for days on end; instead I designed and drew, fastened and tested. And all that time Aesling didn’t speak a word or sigh a whimper, she watched. And out of copper and brass I made her a wing. It outlined her damaged one and strapped onto her body with thin straps of leather. It was beautiful and she flew just as elegantly and proficiently as before; if not more. Then I worked on her eye. This one was difficult; it was a dark sphere of polished glass rimmed with thin wires of copper. Her old eye was useless, and with an overload of antiseptics and anaesthetics I replaced it, as if it were my own. The bird thanked me immensely and I replied with a love more passionately than I had felt before, and I blessed her Aesling, (copper-ling or brass-ling).
She never left me, and I never left her and forever my love is tied to the beautiful dove of feather and brass.
Talos stopped writing. His hand ached as much as his heart and he stood up to stretch his wings. They were made of glass and copper just like Aesling’s and gave him the gift of flight like he had always dreamed. Talos was not an envious soul; but desire tugged at his mind often and the gift of flight was something that had rustled at the back of his heart. Aesling; although clearly distressed when she was injured, had never looked so happy with her new wings of copper and she fit into the sky like Talos fitted into his tower. And, Talos, who loved his companion, wanted to share her happiness; and built himself a pair of wings.
The wings were what brought Talos to his two loves; Aesling and Inventing.
Next was the forging of my wings. Dear Aesling, with her profound knowledge of flight helped me relentlessly, and without her, these wings would be mere shreds of copper. They took months to make, plans and drawings were made and destroyed before their time and the days ticked away so fast!
Still, they were worth it, and the day I spread my wings was the day I lived. I fastened them to my back excitedly and even Aesling couldn’t hold back her happy coos and chirps. They flew like magic; and I, a creature of the earth, was strung between them. I spent the whole day flying, mastering the difficult skill of which I was not made for. I spent hours flying, until I was as much bird as I was canid. The wings had their own hum, which they still carry today – a rapid clicking like a fast clock, and the noise soon became a sound of comfort to me.
My life moved on steadily from then on, I was an inventor – I wrote and drew and created, until pictures became machines and writing became reality. It was a different life; but I enjoyed it and the solitude which came with it gave myself and Aesling a solid peace.
Although, the many details of my life carry a certain importance, I shall fill in only the major parts for now. And, I believe it would be the day that my scarf was presented to me – one to the number twenty-three.
This story, oh where to begin? Each of these numbers came to me, until the end. It was when solitude was feeling all so distant, and my fragrant life seemed to be falling to shreds. Even the warm comfort of Aesling’s heartbeat felt foreign, and my life was fading into oblivion.
Until the first night; where among my slumber came the numeral one.
‘And where do our figures fall upon the fading night? Where do we find the line between what is real and what is not? How may we live in the sunlight when the light is shining off our metal souls? The sun is falling, and time is ending and all that is real is all that is not, from the beating heart of nature to the one of copper. And so begin at number one.’
That was number one, but it was not the last number to be blest upon my ears.
‘Oh how carefully one must tread upon the ground, and the heavenly skies above! We must let go of our handholds to venture further, but our legs are shaking are they not? Oh where should we have stopped long ago copper heart? Why did not thy stay within the respects of dutiful life? At number two, we must remember foreign one. At two we must not forget.’
Talos dropped his pencil, remembering the lucid hallucinations accompanied by the messages of warning. They had come to him, at random times of night until they hit twenty-three.
Then there was no more.
Not another number.
Twenty-Three ended like so;
‘Ah Talos the road is long! do not forget the numbers and do not forget your origins dear friend. For a copper heart will need repairing soon enough. Not another number shall there be, past the faded breath of twenty-three. And so be careful young Talos, do not fear what breathes.’

Every number carried a message, and each message burned around his neck in silken thread. It was hard, but it saved Talos, from a fading future and a torn past. The creature did not forget, not once in his long lived life.

Ah how, the memories burn so painfully, where rights became wrong and vice versa. It was hard for me, and the numbers still prickle my hands with their warnings.
They were more to me than thought, and the colours that shone so boldly with their lives were none to be forgotten.

He put down the pen again, and the faithful bird returned to his shoulder. ‘Come Aesling,’ he whispered, ‘let us fly.’
And the story that was told, was not yet finished, but the sky tempted the pair for now and the story was to be finished, lest fear.

[Vermilion Ink]

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Introductions
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Why the name?
I chose Micah as his first name because it has an older, possibly victorian feel to it. The H. in his name stands for Herbert. He only puts an H. because he is not fond of the name, however the name was chosen for his middle name because Herbert is also the H. in H. G. Wells. Who's works, such as The Time Machine and War of the Worlds, greatly influenced the steampunk sub genre. And Verne after Jules Verne, another writer, poet, and playwright, who left his mark on the making of the steampunk culture with works such as Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea.

Why is his age unknown?:
There are many rumors about Micah, especially ones surrounding his age. From first glance he appears to be about the age of a young adult foxerfly, but if you look in his gear pattern eyes some say you can see a wisdom that transcends all ages

wip

[philocalist]

.3. sorry, don't have time :(
dropping

[comatoastie]

dang son BT
this foxer be looking fab <3

[claypigeon]

Please listen to this very annoying clock sound affect while reading my form.

Morrison, he goes by the name Morri.

male

Morrison is a very nervous Foxer. Morrison seems to worry about every little detail and stresses over messiness. Morri prefers nice quiet environments so he can keep to his work. Morrison is a clock keeper, in fact he is the keeper of all time, because the only thing you CAN"T get back is time. Morrison loves his clocks. he gets really excited on full moons or harvest moons (when the moon is very big and closer to earth and blood red) and he loves the sound of ticking clocks. Morrison gets very talkative after he meets someone and he stresses when someone dislikes him. Morrison also freaks out when he is away from his clocks. Because of being a clock keeper, he can see into your future and see into the future with his weird eyes. He always looks at people, secretly spying on their future and saying "watch your step" when someone is about to trip over something.
Morri is a time keeper. He has clocks everywhere in his house and books about time travel, anything to do with time, you name it c: Morri keeps busy taking care of time and keeping the universe at balance so he doesn't have much romance or children or that special someone in his life yet. Morri is kind of like Dr.who who saves the world from time disasters but instead he likes to keep things normal and sometimes likes to change peoples life's (yes he can mess with people's future too xD). His powers are all based of time, i will list them below:
Being able to see into people's future willingly
being able to control time
being able to control other foxers futures.
Being able to tell when something bad will happen
being able to tell when something bad is about to happen or something good

Story time c:
(this will include 2 of my foxers, bubbles and simindis)
This is a short story for you to learn more about Morrison, I hope this helps you understand Morrison's personality and ability.

" Ahh time ticks on my dear fellow" i say to a little kid i met on a bench "i guess so.." said simindis. "what is your name?" i say softly smiling slightly at him "uh simindis sir, and yours" he says slightly nervous now "i am Morrison the time keeper" i say with a wink. "time keeper?" he asks slightly confused " I am the time lord, keeper of all time and also known as the clock keeper because me, dear boy i, i am time itself" i say with a grin. His surprised face was not un-expected "do you know my future?" he says slightly excited. "yes, would you dare to hear?" "oh yes sir!" "then i will begin *ahem" " you will grow to be a straight A student, a good boy and one with good taste. You will continue under your fathers shadow and open the largest and greatest candy factory imaginable. You will get married to a girl named Edme, where you will propose to her on Christmas eve. you will get married and have 2 children, you will name them serenity and shaylee. At first your life is complete until you go on a cruise and get strapped on an island where you meet a girl named bubbles who is a gifted healer and she will heal serenity. Then.." "then what?" asks the little boy eagerly "Then you y you will die. On the island and save both serenity and shaylee plus your wife and they will morn about you but slowly move on, but Edme she will go insane and always be that way, forever" silence fell. "i told you if you really wanted to hear.." i say. "are you sure? but how will i die?" he asks in a pained voice "that, that is for you to decide, not the future, and certainly not me" i say because i do not know and because even if i did i would let him choose. I stood up and waved good bye to the boy and set off. I suppose i did the right thing? i ask myself before going home. The sound of those ticking clocks sooth me as a walk downstairs. "better work on some of my time encyclopaedia's for a few more years.
I sat and waited.
10 years later..
That little boy named simindis continued his life normally, marrying edme and having two children. When at the point he got to dying he got very nervous, hoping that what the time lord said was not true. But soon as it may the time came and passed but the strange thing was the boy didn't die, another foxer did and the time lord saw it all. Simindis soon found that man and visited him on Wednesday and said that he had chosen "not to die at all" but to keep his children safe and to save his wife's sanity. he had told Morrison that maybe he couldn't control time or the future. "it may be true" he had said before taking a quick ponder. True, it was all true he couldn't control time he could only see what might happen in it. So maybe me, Morrison was wrong? Maybe I time itself was mistaken? Yes, yes I was. I was outsmarted by a boy that would not like to die at all. Maybe, just maybe I will friend that boy, learn about him thought Morrison. But by the time Morrison knew he must talk to him because he was so eager to see his future he said " like you said, I do not control time and I will not tell you because that is the adventure you must take, alone" he said to simindis and walked out immidiatly. He was trying to push at time and that was not right.
Do you understand Morrison now? I really hope so, bbye bye see you on the next question~ be wise with time or more I might just pay you a visit, xD!

[shuhalo]

I'll have to drop, I have no time ;-;

[beauty thief.]

aHH AHH AMG
okay okay this will be WAY too much stress for me ;;D;;
I think I may help someone else, if that is allowed, but I am dropping out D:

[.sweetypie.]

ouo
Stalking <3

[TheMightyMeep]

Oh my gosh he is beautiful *D*

/possiblereserveifIhavethetime/