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Reading, something before Raiven had very little time to do past his hunting and general survival tactics in the forest. There was no good way of keeping a book dry or clean there unless you built a shelter. The mutant turned a page to see what amounted to the explanation of what happened during several key battles during a world war conflict. He frowned as he saw someone had written something off to the side, it was oddly fitting considering that the current history courses were talking about past wars. He raised his brow slightly and shook his head, the words rang in his mind for a brief moment before he stored down the quote for a future inquiry.
Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
He knew he had heard that from somewhere before, perhaps in one of the novels that are at the moment no doubt being rained upon in his old forest home? He snorted and felt his wings twitch a little bit, they had this tendancy of twitching whenever people passed by. There were plenty of kids here, mutants of course; most hadn't seen someone of his stature before. A few kids had even thought he might be a teacher. That was actually pretty funny considering that he likely could teach someone survival skills if they wished to learn. He glanced to the side as he noticed a gaggle of students that were being quite boisterous; one of them a large male. [not as tall or as muscled as himself though] He seemed to be bragging about something, they fell out of earshot rather quickly when they turned a corner. He glanced around a little bit. The mutant hadn't really looked about at first when he sat down, he just had started reading. There were some buildings around the area, one looked to be a gym while another looked to be a greenhouse [no doubt where the cafeteria got some of it's healthier foods?]. He could tell that the grounds themselves were well kept with how it seemed everything was green, a few paved trails led to each building.
Everything is so organized.
The mutant felt himself frown slightly as he noticed that this was literally the only bench in this section of walk ways, no one was really coming near him either. It wasn't so much they were avoiding him as there were just no buildings that were directly pathed past the bench. It probably didn't help currently he didn't have any classes since they were still trying to figure out what to do with him. So at this point in time he just had reading and catching up to do while they kept an eye on him. He turned another page and frowned again, this time scrawling went all over the pages in big bold red lettering. He closed the book with a shake of his head causing both fur and feather to wiggle about. What was the point of having a book if all you did was put graffiti on it? It wasn't the first time he had to deal with graffiti either, there was a cement wall within the forest that had tons of it on there. Mostly just kids making their marks though.
The breeze is nice though...I wonder how warm it actually is?
Raiven put up a hand to the side of his head when hearing his name coupled with Mr gave him a wierd flash of emotion he wasn't used to feeling. Was this regret? Was this him wondering if he could of changed anything? He didn't hear her comment about frolicking around half naked. he was too busy on trying to force out some unwanted memories. He gave his head a hearty thwack which caused both his ears and his wings to wiggle around a little bit. He didn't need this, not at such an important point. He had to keep his cool else he'd just be another problem that the police would have to deal with.
They wouldn't want that.
Tell you what, Mr. Diomedes. We can take these kittens to the shelter first if you agree to come to the police station without a fight afterwards."
He could feel his hands shaking, she could probrably see them too; his hands delved into the pouch that held his pen and notepad. Knowing that at this point no matter what he did he'd end up in that car one way or another. he didn't have a problem with it and if the officer panicked when he was doing this he didn't care if he got shot. His hand writing was alot less tidy, his tail lashed around uncomfortably and anyone could tell that the mutant was obviously bothered by the use of his last name. Even if it was respectful, even if it was because they had to keep it formal. A slow hiss went through his teeth as he finished his writing. It was sloppy, he could feel his shoulders slumping. He had avoided making pain for them for twenty years. Hopefully this wouldn't be the biggest problem that he'd have to face.
I will not fight. For the sake of the kittens. I won't fight because I have no interest in harming the innocent. Please though, don't call me Mr. Diomedes. That was my father's name... Not mine. I am raiven.
"Oh, and the name's Riley. But you can call me Officer Tuff, So what do you say, Mr. Diomedes? Ready to ride in a car for the first time in fifteen years?"
A pleading look was accomponied by him handing her his notepad; his pen went back into his pouch. At her question however he nodded; his ears were flat and his wings were splayed out to the sides. He would have to pick up the box and carry it, he wouldn't make the officer do so. The mutant stooped down to pick it up if the officer took his notepad from him. If not he'd just pick it up with the use of one of his arms. His brow was furrowed, his expression showed a worry that itself was not wrong.
He was afraid of what may happen.
No.
He was afraid of what they may say about those that cared so much for Him.
It had been nearly twenty years since Raiven had heard his own name actually spoken, he could feels shivers run down his spine. His name was as unfamiliar to him as the word friend; there were none that he really figured could truly call him friend even with a meeting like the one he had the other day. He frowned a little bit as he got the feeling that this meeting was going to end in a fuss; nothing extreme mind you probrably just him trying to hop over the wall or pushing the... No he couldn't touch the officer, if he did that the'd be no better than a common thug. He'd just have to work things out and hope that everything would turn out for the best. His ears tilted backwards when one of the kittens mewled louder; were they still hungry? He could probably get his last fish out and feed it to them, if the officer would let him that is.
Is there a last name to go with that?
Raiven froze, his eyes dilated and he felt panic rush in for the first time in almost a decade. His last name? If he shared that he'd not only be compromising the safety of his hide-out but they'd be able to see what had happened to him. His nostrils flared a little bit and he'd slowly nod to the question she asked, he didn't like sharing his parent's last name. They were good to him but if he claimed them as his own they likely would get frowned upon even within their graves as some sort of freaks. They weren't that, they were just normal people that at one point were trying to get by while hiding Raiven from the worst of the world.
You didn't do anything wrong, if you're telling the truth. Scaring the pants off a few kids never got anyone arrested,
Raiven felt relief flood him for a moment, so everyone here was going to be able to walk away cleanly from this then? He wanted to smile but something told him with the way the officer just looked at him that he was probably going to end up taking a ride in that police cruiser. He could feel that sigh from earlier coming again; he held off the best he could but it just blew out as a rush of air. His wings and ears twitched sporadically when she continued.
but not wearing pants has. Indecent exposure to a minor is a felony. Have anything to say about that?
She offered the pen and pad to him again, he had the choice of running at this point. He could easily outdistance one police officer; but what if she called for backup? What if they brought a helicopter? Or dogs? Raiven sighed bitterly and took the offered pen and paper, his brows were furrowed in thought as he tried to figure out the best way of explaining why he wasn't wearing pants in the first place. He didn't have the resources to keep normal people clothing, normal sizes that the town he was by wouldn't exactly fit someone of his stature without ripping badly.
My last name carries some heavy baggage officer, Diomedes. If the tree rings that I kept track of earlier this month are right this would be the fifteenth year in a row that I've been away from the world. As far as the indecent exposure goes? I haven't been in civilization for some time as far as things are considered, not to mention most pants with the way I run around don't tend to last long. Though I would figure that my fur would block potential indecent exposure? If not.. Well might as well just put cuffs on me. I won't run. But could we please bring the kittens to a shelter or something? They haven't been properly cared for, likely don't have everything they need here. If those children come back they'll likely treat them worse since i protected them. If I may ask what your name is officer? I don't meet people very often so it'd be nice knowing.
He finished writing and handed back the notepad and pen the same way as before, his tail was swishing back and forth behind him; it was pretty obvious he wasn't very thrilled with the idea of being arrested over such simple charges. His head turned towards the box and he felt his shoulders deflate, if he ran it would just take longer for those kittens to get care. He might not like cats but dammit he was going to try to save a few of them from starving to death. If there was one thing most humans liked it was having an animal as a pet; cats and dogs seemed to be the most common so they should't have any problems with finding a family.
I probably should stop smiling, people don't seem to like it when I smile.
Raiven's smile disappeared when the officer looked as though they were torn between two hard decisions. He couldn't make out everything about the officer, her scent was a mix of so many different smells that he had a hard time getting a sense of all of them. He sniffed a few time and put a hand up to his head. No point in trying to figure out everyone's scent completely, else people would probably be wielded out from him doing that too often. He blinked a little bit when the officer looked past him; he followed her eyes and noticed that she was looking at the box. Not something most would assume he would partake in caring for; kittens were beyond adorable but they would more than likely continue to hiss at him if he got too close. They were friendly only because he gave them the most basic of care; if he had anything to put water in he would since he knew that they didn't like getting wet. The mutant wrung his hands a little bit as he noticed that the officer didnt' seem to understand his signing. He could almost feel a huge sigh work it's way up through his body; he held it back though since he didn't want to be rude.
"...alright, I'm guessing you can't talk,"
Raiven nodded in this and made a gesture to his throat and made the sign for fire. He knew that she wouldn't understand what he was saying but it didn't hurt to try to get a point across either. However when she pulled out the notepad and pen from her uniform he lit up visibly. He accepted the offered items and began writing almost immediately; he almost dropped the pen a few times during the process but that was to be expected with his pads. They were great for getting grip on most things save plastic; he couldn't hold a proper eating tool either which made him frustrated beyond belief. For how quickly he wrote his handwriting itself was very neat, though he almost misspelled a few words.
"Can you write? Tell me who you are, and what you're doing here."
Yes Officer I can write, Little rusty at the practice. Most folks don't entertain me for much longer than to get proper aim with a shotgun or something. I'm Raiven, I was just passing through the neighborhood when I heard something that sounded like an animal in trouble. Being a hunter I was curious at the sounds that were coming from this part and decided to investigate. I found three children kicking this box full of kittens in it and scared them off. I then fed them with some of the fish I had caught this morning from the stream a few miles from here. I was considered taking them to a shelter but with how I am I can't exactly just walk in the door. Is... There a problem with something I have done officer?
Raiven finished writing and held out the notepad and the pen[point towards him] towards the officer. He wasn't smiling since that seemed to unnerve her for some reason. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered staying, he could of ran the moment she pulled up. He knew what cop cars were and what they held. He had been avoiding them for the last twenty or so years after all...
At least they're eating, if they weren't eating I'd have to drop them off at the vet right away and hope that someone comes soon...
The mutant could hear some form of car pull up, but he figured it was probably just the home owner eventually coming back from a long day of work or the like. He felt himself yawn a little bit, the kittens instead of hissing were all looking at him in a curious way. He had fed them, pet them and wasn't kicking or pouring water in the box to mess with them. He started to pet one of them when he heard something, words; spoken words. He felt some panic initially his hand protectively going over the box his eyes focusing on what appeared to be someone in uniform. He had missed the initial "hey you" and was about to considered sliding over the wall and making a run for it when he noted that there was a badge on that uniform. The mutant blinked a few times and then slid down the wall still holding the box. His head tilted a little bit and he took a nervous step foreward.
A police officer? Why are they here? Did...
"what are you doing here?
The morph paused as though confused before setting down the box, the kittens mewled as he did so their worry already coming back that their only caretaker was going to leave. Raiven frowned a bit and noted that there wasn't exactly a lot of light out at the moment which would make signing difficult. He really started to curse the fact he couldn't talk, if he went for his pouches they might think that he was going for something. He didn't want that so instead he figured that he'd have to ask for a writing tool. But the problem with that is that he would also have to sign to ask... The mutant shook his head and just dealt with the fact he'd have to try to sign out his explanation. If the officer said that they didn't know what he was saying he'd just have to try another route. His hands were slow and deliberate so that the mix of the darkness and the likely unfamiliarity of what he was doing wouldn't be lost. He tried smiling while he was doing his signing, people usually smiled when they talked to one another right?
Officer, Just taking care of kittens I found, They hungry, they need care. Children were not providing with what they were doing. So I scared them in order to help.
The short amount of signing that he had to do would let him know if this person knew what he was doing. If they didn't they'd have to resort to another form of communication. He shifted nervously to either side, was this officer here by herself? That seemed like poor planning on the part if this had been a bad incident. He didn't want to get any close to the officer either; some of them took personal space to the extreme and you honestly never knew what you were getting into. He felt his smile turn to a frown again as another thought took hold; the kittens were probably very weak from lack of nourishment... He had to get them to a vet quickly.
I don't have time for too much of this.... Hopefully we can get this message across?
Those two words stunned the mutant; put him in a place he wasn't even sure how to deal with it. He tried signing the word, nothing came to mind. He couldn't even recall the base movement required for what one would make as that sign. He knew dozens of different signs for day, night, sleep, hello and the like but he couldn't off the top of his head remember how to sign that one word. Raiven looked stunned; his hands moved awkwardly as well. He struggled to open one of his pouches and eventually was able to open it up; inside of it lay a pen and what appeared to be a very worn notepad. Scrawled on the cover of the notepad was R.D. The D however had several symbols crossed over it in an effort to censor out the letter. The mutant flipped open to a unused page and wrote the unfamiliar word; he misspelled it almost three times before getting it right.
Friend?
The mutant put an extra emphasis on the question mark, his ears had lowered a little bit and a curious look was on the mutants face. During the course of a few moments the mutant sat down instead of standing. He was eye level with her for the most part; he felt flustered. There wasn't anything off about this moment either. The mutant once he figured that she had probrably read the word put it back into the respective pouch and went back to signing. His hands didn't move as quickly because the sudden use of the word had thrown him off. His wings twitch sporadically and anyone could tell that he was nervous. His tail started swishing after a little bit and made what sounded like loud cracks every now and again.
I... Have never had one.
Blue eyes closed for a moment and the mutant let out a heartfelt sigh. There was a brief moment where the mutants shoulders deflated visibly and a hand came up to wipe his face. No tears had come out but it looked as though he was just clearing his vision. Maybe the mutant felt like he was going to cry? No one really could figure since Raiven never shared if he could or not. The mutants hand signs were still slow, but they weren't as confused as before. He figured sharing a little wouldn't hurt especially at this point.
Animals can only be so much for one such as me... They growl and run, they are afraid. Like humans but worse.
Nothing to worry about... if I need to get out of here in a flash I don't even need to put these on..
Raiven had finished the first pocky that he stuck into his mouth over the course of a little bit and had already put the second in, he did really like the taste. It wasn't so much him cramming them down as knowing if he had to get out of somewhere fast they'd likely break. So he was enjoying the taste as of now and saving the issue of wanting more for later. He stretched a little bit and felt his shoulder pop a bit; he was still sore from the amount of traveling he had done in such a short time but he figured that it wouldn't take long for him to to get used to it. He couldn't stay in the forest he had forever, so trips like this were probably better for him than anything. When she asked how he was doing he blinked again and started signing; he felt flustered no one really asked him how he was doing. They either shot at him, screamed in terror, or fainted. The last one out of that batch always surprised him but regardless of which one they did he was forced to leave quickly else he'd have issues. A small furrowed brow broke his smile as he signed, he actually had to seriously think of how he was. That's how rare the question was to him; he should really get out more...
I am fine, little worn, happy that I find someone friendly.
At the little end bit the mutant smiled, the teeth he had were sharp and it made the mutant's smiles much more feral than they probably needed to be. Raiven blinked again at her asking how things had been like for him. Was she meaning with how he looked? It would bring more attention that most would like. Most mutants could hide their powers easily since there was very little past this or that that would show upon them. Full fledged physical mutations like Raiven would be easily spotted... His smile ended quickly and he started signing again the brow furrow bringing his eyebrows together. The scar on his muzzle ached, he had gotten that thing years ago from some barbed wire and the damn thing always acted up at the weirdest of times. How could he phrase this in a simple enough term so he wouldn't have to sit here all night and sign the world away? He paused for a moment before nodding to himself, the cut off more dramatic than he intended.
Wandering, Finding food, Living in forest for... Fifteen tree rings? Maybe more, cannot really remember when learned about that method. Hunting for town for them to keep away from forest. Worked so far.
The last part the mutant almost didn't share, he had paused for even longer before signing that part. He didn't want others to push into the forest he was living in. It might disturb the balance he had set there, he would have a tough time feeding more than just himself and that might just cause problems down the line... He blinked a few times and then started signing again, his hands a flurry unlike the last few times. He was certain asking this question was the right thing to do. His ears flexed back and forth causing the wings on his body to extend outwards a bit before coming in close to his head. His jaw line set in a rather bold fashion; he was curious about other things too but this one seemed probably the best to ask at the moment.
Definitely friendly, didn't whack me with something or try to taze me.. Those blasted things sting like hell anyways...
Raiven accepted the offered candies with a toothy grin, someone smiled at you? Smile at them back, it was part of one of the books he was reading that helped folks converse more effectively. Though he was pretty sure if most saw him to begin with they wouldn't WANT to converse with the mutant. He stuck one of the pocky sticks in his mouth, the flavour blessed him for a long bit; he had a habit of sucking on candies and the truth still carried over this special kind of sweet. The other two sticks he put in one of the pouches on his belt, they wouldn't be there long since he knew without the box their flavour wouldn't last. He turned his palms upward showing he wasn't holding anything and then begun signing again. Some folks grew defensive when someone started messing with a pack or a belt so he figured it'd be best if he gave someone the courtesy of showing he wasn't going to stab them or something.
Much thanks, It is pleasure to meet Jaden. Trade?
He figured as for the pocky she'd no doubt want something in return, perhaps she might even offer up some more if he had something she might like. He didn't have much on him anyways, but who knew? He had information or just random chit chat that she might of been wanting? Raiven furrowed his brow and then sniffed again; the scents affirmed themselves. The sweets of candies, some form of cleaning solution [no doubt for the clothing] and the guitar had the smell of something well treated. Either by professional care or by the player; this thing no doubt had tales of it's own waiting to be played. The mutant had once considered picking up an instrument but with how he hunted and having the silence of the forest most days? It might just throw off a general groove that was there or it might draw the wrong type of attention. Blinking once or twice he figured he should probrably ask how she was doing, if only to be polite! He smiled again, the wings he had twitching from the muscle movement. No matter what he did with his facial muscles or ears they twitched. They fell under the same group of muscles that he controlled but he was never able to do anything with them anyways.
Jaden do well?
Maybe he didn't have to worry about humans much anymore, perhaps over the long years they had changed into something much more friendly? The mutant felt a small moment of curiosity, that or she just didn't care if one was human or mutant. There were some out there like that and he could count himself among those ones; they were all just people wanting to get by anyways! His blue eyes swept the courtyard and he felt his foot wear shift a bit. The high setting of the crazy sandals put more pressure on certain areas but allowed for him to keep himself light on his feet; though on loose packed dirt or grassy places they sometimes shifted uncomfortably. He went about taking them off, the few buckles holding them in place quickly allowing for them to come off....
Brows furrowed and ears twitching the mutant could hear something cry out in a mix of surprise and frustration. It wasn't anyone he could tell that much; he was very familiar in the crying of an animal in distress and that was just the ring that he had gotten used to. The mutant hopped up onto a wall and looked around another surprised cry coming from nearby. The wind wasn't too bad today; it ran through the mutants fur and caused the few bits of metal that were on some straps to jangle uncomfortably against one another. The mutant twitched an ear when the third cry went through the air; it was actually fairly close. He couldn't just keep ignoring it anyways, if it was an animal that was too badly hurt he'd make sure it was laid to rest quickly. Raiven slid down the wall much to the surprise of some birds that flew up in a surprised flock. He peeked around the alleyway between one of the many homes that dotted the landscape; if it wasn't for all of these he bet that there would be many a tree or even a big pasture for some of he natural creatures to roam around on.
First I come to get some pocky then I get my sorry self lost and end up in this place? What next?
The mutant let out a soft puff of air when he noted some shuffling shapes one of which seemed to kick a box. The fourth cry split the air, it was something feline by the abrupt hissing sound that followed immediately after. The mutant felt his brows furrow again and he crept around the corner. The three shuffling shapes after further inspection actually turned to be out rather small looking people. Children perhaps? But then what were they doing... The mutant blinked a few times and felt his claws dig into the brick in the side of the building. Were they messing around with the small creatures in the box? If he could yell at these kids oh would he do so without an issue. But since he couldn't he just had to LOOM over them until they realized that the lamp light was blocked. The middle one, a rather chunky looking child was the first to notice. The three of them were moments later found flopping over themselves as the mutant went to see what they were kicking around. One of them exclaimed that he'd have his parent's out here and there'd be trouble! The mutant shrugged and bent over to check what was in the box.
Of all the things... Kittens.
Six in total and most of them looked emancipated from lack of food or care, He sighed and pulled out some of the fish he had caught earlier before tossing it into the center of the six. They glared at him for a few moments before hunger took over and they tore at the fish. Instead of leaving the mutant picked up the box and hopped up on the wall that he had stood on earlier. Maybe he could keep these few safe for the night before turning them over to a vet? They could probably find a home for them... Well he'd just have to drop them off before running away; they'd try to ask him questions he knew that and he couldn't afford to be bogged down with them. The cats didn't relent on the hissing every time he put his hand near the edge of the box, but they did at least eat three fish amongst the six of them. Hopefully they'd be okay after all of this.
The mutant paused his trek and gave a soft huffing noise of irritation, he had as of late been rather fruitful with his hunts and because of this he was able to travel a little easier. Even in all of his frustrating searches of the local markets in his normal town he hadn't found the damnable treat that he so enjoyed. It was difficult enough when people stared at him, made him feel awkward and the like. Who liked being stared at like that anyways? Not many people that Raiven could list off the top of his head that weren't actors; though that still didn't bring him to as though why he had even bothered leaving that area. Past the fleas, past the rough weather he sometimes had to deal with there was blissful objects he was able to partake in. This particular one he had been able to have the rights of one large shipping crate that had fallen out of a truck that had been driving to the town. Now instead of turning in the crate the mutant had taken it upon himself to investigate and discover what would soon be one of his favorite treats.
Pocky.
Now the mutant had eventually run out of the treat, and while he still had plenty of other things that were hidden in some of his trees or hills [safely tucked away in capsules] he couldn't do the same to the sticks of goodness that he was only able to enjoy for a short time because of their make up. The mutant had thusly decided to see if he could procure them in the next town over which ended up being MUCH further than he had initially wanted it to be. He rolled his shoulders and sighed, though to be fair it's not like people exactly moved towns just to bother him or something that trivial. He must of just simply misjudged the distance- The mutant stopped dead mid though train and felt his nostrils constrict with a familiar scent.
What's this.... Gas, Exhaust fumes... some chipmunks or squirrels.... candy? this person muse be around them often... that's something you don't come across in my neck of the woods... And.... Kinda smells like that waffle bit on the ends of pocky... Can't be more than a box but...
The grass swayed silently in an unseen but felt wind, he heard some form of lyrics and felt himself blink in a mix of surprise and confusion. It wasn't anything that he had heard before so it was quite possible that it was just on the fly, there was a traveling guitar person in the local area of his town. He often heard them play something so he could tell that it was one. He put a hand to his head and checked the skyline. Still plenty of time before sundown... He wouldn't have to worry about losing his way even if the sun was getting close to setting. He just had to head back the way he came after all. The mutant spotted Jaden after a brief moment of scanning; the distance and the general shift in wind seemed right. He bit his lower lip in frustration; he wasn't much of a people person and dealing with new people always left him... antsy. He was shy and he couldn't help it, too much time alone would do that to some. It took him quite a bit of time before he started to trudge up to her. He wouldn't breach that bubble of ten or so feet though; new people always liked having larger bubbles when they met someone like him. Now there wasn't anything direct as for asking for pocky, but he definitely could inquire about the location of sweets or food. He started with a normal greeting of course which was a brief wave immediately followed by....
Hello, I am Raiven. I smell food, sweets here. You know location?
He paused briefly and shifted his weight before signing again, some people were rusty and some didn't know. If he got the "I don't know sign language" brow furrow or if they told him to shove off he'd have to search elsewhere. However if they were friendly and didn't know sign language he had a small worn pocket book he could ask with. He could feel his wings move a little bit in the wind, his ears somewhat leaned back as he heard the chipmunks chatter in the backround...
Raiven can be described as protective of those that he likes, rather helpful and amazing to have in a pinch. To strangers he is kind, gentle and will go out of his way to make sure if they are lost that they find their way back to where they need to be. He hasn't ever had to deal with an outright enemy before so he wouldn't know what to properly feel. He's a kind soul and hate just doesn't sit right with him; even if it is to the ones that lit his house ablaze killing his mother and father. He's shy around new people, he doesn't know how to act and if one doesn't know sign language he gets rather flustered about it but can switch to writing [which is difficult since most writing tools slip out of his hands]. [more to be flushed out through roleplay~]
Thick these were in the life of a mutant; Raiven himself was no different. Born to a loving mother and father he was blessed to have them; however just because Raiven was blessed to have a caring mother and a father proud to call him his son didn't mean others wouldn't feel the burning hatred towards something strange. Growing up for Raivien in the rural zone was difficult because most of the other children didn't immediately understand what he was. However like every other child there was that innate knowledge ta he was different that he wasn't like them; and this led to the hatred that would carry much further than it should in the lines of blood. Change followed Raiven's early years, he doesn't remember much past the burning of his home at the ripe age of a decade. His mother and father sadly didn't survive the intense flames set by the hatred or passion that was this crime. He surivived the flames that led to his vocal cords being damaged beyond repair, making talking impossible. He was forced to grow older, world weary; he was healthy to the eyes of many and this was his strength.
Even something that may seem like a curse can turn into a blessing; forced to live on his own without the care of his parents he turned to the libraries of the city under the watchful eye of law enforcement. Even they would be subject to hate of the unknown, he couldn't rely on their protection forever and he made sure that he wouldn't. Using funds from his shortly deceased parents he hired some tutors to teach him sign language and with that he felt more prepared to take things on. Normal schools wouldn't accept him so he took that sort of bits into his own hands and made sure when he wasn't scrapping for his own survival in the forests that he was reading his books and taking the time to make himself prepared.
However....
Too much preperation can lead to problems, growing in strength many people worried that he would grow violent since none that he did work with used sign language as a means of communication. This led to problems and eventually forced Raiven to move from more city like town he was living in to something more wild. This saved him the trouble of keeping up with current events that were too drastic and even made him safer since most wouldn't think of coming to a "worthless little town" like the one he was supplying with deer meat in the dear season, or duck, or goose season. He didn't even have to show his face during the day in order to recieve funds or canned goods [they lasted longer than some of the things he could catch]; all he had to do was leave notes of a fair trade for the amount he would bring. At first not everyone believed that he would show up with the amounts he did and wrote off the mutant as nothing but a liar. However when he did turn up with the offered ammounts in tow they quickly changed their tunes. Hunting liceances in the local area eventually evaporated completely much to the concern of local goverment, but instead of a growing issue of animals it was met with a steady rate over the course of yet another decade.
There are stories of a man wearing the fur of a beast wandering the forests of a town known as Oakendale...
POWERS
Light body frame: Even though Raiven doesn't look it he weighs about as half as much as he should; this is from his bones being made of a lighter type. Much like a bird.
Claws/Bite: Not so much a power as a painful deterent and a well practiced trio of hunting tools.
Scent: Much like a tracking hound Raiven has developed a keen sense of smell that is only further enhanced by his own natural potency. Tracking range diminishes in wet areas or is completely obstructed by rain.
Trait leap: Mixing his strength with his light body frame allows for Raiven to make short "leaps" of roughly two stories [roughly 20 feet] Making him adept at traveling through populated areas and forests. However doing this too much can tire Raiven out.
Tough: Raiven can take alot of punishment to put down, given the general roughness of what he's had to live in it's to be expected.
Dense muscle: Raiven's muscle densitity is much higher than it should be but this allows for his trait leap and for feats of strength normally considered to be difficult. He cannot throw a car or break steel like toothpicks but he can knock most doors off their hinges or smash a tree with enough of an effort. If he stays too active for too long however he must rest.
Mutation: Raiven has been described as having a mix of avian, lupine and canine traits. Ranging from the pair of undersized black wings he possess, to the swath of fur covering his body. His head possess a mix of Lupine and canine traits, longer ears and shaggier fur seem to come from one side while a stout face and dog nose from the other. His tail is a mix of both making it much longer and stronger than if it was one or the other. An over all brownish tan coat covers his body, with blue paw pads and tattoo's dyed into the fur base on his chest and arms making the only oddities on his form. His piercing blue eyes are the sole reminder of the intelligence such a beast has. His claws for some reason hold a blue tint while his teeth hold a white base. His tongue is canine in nature. He normally wears his massive length of hair on his head in a ponytail to manage it better.
