Post by • Bellista_cat • on Mar 5, 2014 6:20:59 GMT
I'm writing a story with my characters in it. Look at my dA, Bellista, for info. It takes place around the time of Critical Survival. I still need a name for it, though.
Isabella felt lightheaded, groaning as she sat up. She rubbed her eyes and then opened them to reveal a strange world. She wasn't in the apocalyptic wasteland left of Opaldew. She was sitting below a soft-running fountain, its clear water trickling down soothingly. The ground was not dirt but pale white bricks, very beautiful, they looked like they were never touched. Large grey buildings were neatly placed along the area. People were walking smoothly and happily around the place, some holding hands. It wasn't too peaceful, people were yelling to each other and some were strolling around on noisy bicycles. Isabella didn't know where she had been whisked off to, but she was happy here. She sighed dreamily, zoning out for a couple seconds.
"Hey!" She heard someone shout. Isabella ignored it, it was probably aimed at someone else.
"Girl! Watch out!" The voice yelled again. Isabella blinked back to reality, looking in front of her. Before she knew it, she heard the screech of tires and she felt something pound on and off of her twice, a body falling down onto her and shoving the air out of her.
"Gaaah! Oh geez, I'm sorry, please excuse me..." Isabella was dazed as she cleared her vision. A man was quickly sliding off of her, brushing himself off.
"A-are you okay?!" he asked, his green eyes scanning her over nervously. Isabella giggled and shook his hand.
"I'm fiiine, calm down. You'll attract zombies, man," she said. The man tilted his head in curiosity.
"I beg your pardon? Zombies...?" He asked. Isabella slapped her forehead.
"Sorry. Wrong place. Where am I?" She asked back.
"Oh, it's alright. You're in Paris, France," said the man. Isabella looked him over. He had neat, chocolate brown hair, at least he tried to make it neat, it was also messy in a way. He wore a blackish-grey messenger's cap, it wasn't backwards like most would wear it. He had emerald green eyes and slightly tan skin, wore somewhat thick rectangular glasses and bore a small beard, the same chocolate color of his hair. The man was also wearing a grey coat with a white scarf, light blue tee, khakis with black sneakers. Something about him reminded Isabella about Hills. Was it the eyes? No, nevermind.
"Thank you. I'm Isabella, you can call me Izzy," Isabella greeted.
"It's a pleasure, Izzy. My name is Raven, although you can call me whatever you'd like," Raven said.
"...You wouldn't happen to be Raven... Woodsrunner?" Isabella quietly asked. Raven looked creeped out.
"...Do you... stalk me?!" He yelped. "That's exactly it!'
Isabella was surprised.
"You are Woodsrunner? Raven? It's me, Isabella!" Izzy shouted. Raven tilted his head.
"I... I'm sorry, I've never heard that name in my life," he said sadly.
"HILLS! I'm your cousin!" Isabella yelled desperately.
"...Huh? How'd you know my nickname...? Listen, I don't know who you are, but you're getting creepy. Please excuse me..." Raven, or Hills, started to walk away hesitantly. Isabella sighed and grabbed him by his scarf and yanked him back.
"You're saying you don't remember Isabella, Isabella Beck Woodsrunner, your cousin?" She hissed. Hills quickly shook his head.
"I-I'm afraid not," he replied. Isabella sighed and let go of him, the man falling to the floor with a thump.
"Alright, then. Guess I'll have to deal with it," she growled. Hills slightly blushed.
"So... earlier you asked me where you were... where do you come from?' He asked.
"Opaldew," Isabella responded. Hills slowly nodded.
"Never heard of it. So, how'd you get here?" He questioned again.
"I... I don't know. One second I'm fighting a weird monster with the adventurous, loud you, the next I'm face to face with... you again," Isabella explained. Hills smiled and grabbed a journal from his pocket.
"So, I'm not adventurous?" The glimmering golden text on the book shone clearly. <i>Survival 101</i>. Hills opened the book and grabbed the pencil stuck behind his ear. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Describe this creature," he said.
"Well, it's about ten feet tall, it resembles a fat goblin... glowing, yellow, slit eyes... hairy, sharp teeth poke out of its mouth... hey, I love your drawing." Isabella saw that Hills was drawing in the same cartoony style he drew with when they were younger. Back in Opaldew his drawings were almost like photographs, even his doodles were somewhat realistic.
"Why, thank you," Hills chirped, blushing slightly. He stopped.
"Wait, if you know how my drawings are like, why compliment?" Isabella smiled.
"You got much better, it's like your pencil's a camera. I missed your cartoons," she explained. Hills chuckled and continued his drawing.
"I enjoy a doodle once in a while," he said blissfully. He finished his drawing.
"That looks a lot like it. Those eyes, though..." Isabella trailed off.
"It resembles an Ogrethope," Hills mumbled. "Wait, it is an Ogrethope..." he stopped.
"Ah, yes," Isabella said. Hills had a blank gaze in his eyes.
"...Did you look into its eyes?" He asked sharply.
"...Yes," Isabella replied. Hills looked distressed, pushing his glasses up again.
"Please, tell me what happened?" He asked.
"Well... me and my friends were going out for a stroll when that thing popped up," Isabella explained. Hills nodded.
"...We were fighting it, but then it picked me up and my sight simply grazed its eyes. After that everything went black for a few seconds. Now I'm here," she finished. Hills looked terrified.
"...But... that means..." he looked at his hands.
"What?" Isabella asked suspiciously.
"When you look into a Ogrethope's eyes you fall into a coma," said Hills quietly.
"Yes? And?" Isabella beckoned on.
"...You're in a coma... Having a dream," Hills continued, his voice even quieter.
"WHAT? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?" Isabella had to yell.
"I am in your dream. Paris is in your dream. So... my whole life... never really happened?" Hills said, the first two sentences loud. Isabella started to feel pity.
"All my life... only existed in your mind, no, everything before you had this dream... was it a lie?" Hills murmured. He brought a hand to his forehead and lied down on the floor.
"Do I exist? Does this Paris exist? ...were my past suspicions true?" He mumbled to himself. Isabella now felt waves of pity and guilt wash over her.
"Suspicions...?" Was all she choked out.
"All my life, at least how I remember, I have lived in Paris... but, all my life from when I was 17 to now... I never knew what was my past," he explained, looking at the sky. "All I know is that I have no parents. I have no clue what my past was like, this drove me to the conclusion that I had no past. I just... happened..." He rolled onto his side.
"My head hurts..." Isabella looked down at him with an expression of concern. This might be true. When Hills turned 17, she imagined how he'd look like if he was nerdy and cute, started daydreaming and adding more to the little guy... But how could she admit this to the man without driving him insane with worry and confusion?
"...I think you need a hug," was all Isabella said. Hills silently nodded, taking off his black cap. Isabella gave him a big hug, it felt comfortable. Hills blushed and smiled.
"...I... I think I might ignore this whole conversation... oh my, what a migraine..." he said, getting up.
"Hey, erm, Isabella? Do you have a place to stay?" Hills asked. Isabella shook her head.
"No..." Hills smiled.
"Would you like to stay with me until you find a way to Opaldew?" He offered. Isabella stared at him.
"...Sorry, was that too much? Gah, sorry for asking..." Hills went red in embarrasment.
"Nah, it's fine. I'd be delighted," chirped Isabella. Hills smiled.
"G-great! I recently found this in the alleyways, but I didn't have any use for it," he said happily, pulling a second bicycle up from the floor(it was next to the one that had ran over Isabella). It had a comfy looking seat topped with leather. The body was a shining blue color, it looked as if it had never been touched.
"I, uh, also sort of ran over you with it," Hills admited nervously. Isabella laughed, noticing he had it tied to the back of his own.
"I'd love to ride it, she said, grabbing the handlebars. Hills grinned and lifted his own bicycle off the floor. It was like Isabella's, only it was grey rather than blue.
"Just follow me, memorize the path. But that's admittedly hard to do here in Paris. Just try to keep up, okay?" He told her. Isabella laughed.
"Alrighty, you better go quickly!" She teased. Hills climbed onto the bike and lifted its stand.
"C'mon, no time to kill," he beckoned, kicking off and starting to head fowards. Isabella nodded and got on hers, starting to pedal as well.
They rode the bikes happily, around corners, in alleys, through passages hidden from plain view. They rode away from the area Isabella had woke up in, which had been a small park. They glided down a sidewalk next to an active road, Hills greeting and waving gleefully at others. Isabella simply followed. The two soon went by a dirt path through a rather rural area. They then finally reached a large forest, at the clearing rested a small house. Hills skid to a stop, Isabella following.
"We're here... sorry it looks bad..." Hills panted, stretching his legs.
"No, no, it's.... beautiful," Isabella gasped. The area felt damp, wildlife's melody echoing about. The ground was filled with dewy, brilliant green grass that matched with Hills' twinkling green eyes. A path was dug in the ground, light brown dirt trailing from an area in the forest to the house. Trees bent over as if admiring the little house, sun streaming in from the gaps in the leaves and brilliantly dappling the area. The house was a pale wooden cabin, two stories. A chimney poked out from the side, smoke peacefully drifting out of it. The windows were dirty and fogged up, the doors being lined with moss. At some corners of the wooden cabin, moss crept up like a monster's claws reaching out for its prey. A small stream of a river cut through the ground, flowing from somewhere in the woods behind the cabin, around the house, into the path and out again, trailing far behind the two. Hills and Izzy had stopped on the opposite side of the river.
"Thank you," Hills said happily, blushing. He threw his bike over the river with a grunt, it falling on the other side. Isabella did as well.
"Now, this river actually flows pretty fast, so be careful. We are going to walk across it. I do this every day to get by, so it's safe," informed Hills. He shoved his foot into the fast-flowing river and hesitated before stretching out and stomping down his other foot. He then jumped and barely made it to the other side, scraping himself up and dusting himself off. He was splashed with the cold water, him yelping. Isabella and him laughed together. Isabella then walked to the river and looked it over.
"...I can't..." she admitted, looking over the river.
"Yes you can," Hills said sweetly. Isabella sighed and dipped her foot in the water. She quickly snatched it back.
"I'll be carried away. I can't," she growled.
"You can, Izzy," Hills urged sternly.
"I can't!" Isabella yelled.
"Yes you CAN!" Hills screamed, trying to get her to believe. Isabella glared.
"...Whatever. Here, I'll help ya," Hills gave in. He stood up, tucking his glasses in his pocket. He reached out for Isabella.
"Grab my hand, it'll be fine." Isabella grabbed the hand and ran forward.
"J-JUUUMP!" Hills screeched. Izzy jumped and yelled in fear, there were many sharp rocks under the waters of the lake. She didn't get speared in half like she thought. She was caught. Hills shifted his weight and grunted, carrying Isabella. He backed up, Isabella hugging him tightly. He set her down gently, panting as he grabbed his bicycle.
"Gah, I'm worn out," Hills gasped. Isabella giggled, getting up and setting her bicycle against a tree. The two walked to the house, Hills grabbing the keys and opening the door.
Immediately they were greeted with odd-sounding barks, screeches and hisses. Hills gasped and ran inside. He sped to the great room.
"EY! Calm down, please! Kofley, let go of Fenn! OMEGA! Get off of Kofley..." His voice was heard talking to obviously some named creatures... Isabella slowly padded towards the great room, got a peek of something. Something metallic was flying towards her. It swooped by her shouder, grazing her cheek as it let out a crow's call. Isabella gasped, turning around. Something else rushed by, breezing by her leg. It looked like a cat of sorts, it let out a roboticly muffled meow and hiss, trying to catch the flying thing.
"KOFLEY! Please, please, stop it!" Hills shouted, running after them. He grabbed the flying object and hugged it, talking softly.
"Sh, be quiet, ya seagull," he laughed, the thing making various bird screeches: Isabella heard a raven, bluejay, seagull, and an eagle.
"Ah! Stop it, it's Raven," Hills hissed, the bird hurt him.
"...Hills? Explain?" Isabella commanded, looking at the robotic feline clawing at Hills' khakis. She looked at another figure, a metallic canine, which was slowly slinking out into view. It started barking at Izzy.
"Ahhh... Hush, Omega, hush!' Hills screamed, pissed off. The dog became quiet. "...I'm sorry. T-these are my pets... Robots. I crafted them from scrap metal and other junk, they're my pets..." he stammered. Isabella grinned.
"Hills. That is freakish," she said. Hills sighed.
"I'm pretty lonely out here, alone and all that..." He grabbed the dog, Omega, in his other arm. "This is Omega. Robotic dog. Second one I built. This bird is named Fenn, he's the first one I created," Hills explained. Isabella tilted her head.
"What type of bird? I heard TONS in its caw," she asked.
"Hybrid. He can be anything, by the caw, but looks like an ordinary, metallic raven," Hills replied. He let the bird free to flock away into the kitchen.
"This cat is named Kofley, I made him last," he said, the cat purring loudly and snuggling against the man's head.
Isabella felt lightheaded, groaning as she sat up. She rubbed her eyes and then opened them to reveal a strange world. She wasn't in the apocalyptic wasteland left of Opaldew. She was sitting below a soft-running fountain, its clear water trickling down soothingly. The ground was not dirt but pale white bricks, very beautiful, they looked like they were never touched. Large grey buildings were neatly placed along the area. People were walking smoothly and happily around the place, some holding hands. It wasn't too peaceful, people were yelling to each other and some were strolling around on noisy bicycles. Isabella didn't know where she had been whisked off to, but she was happy here. She sighed dreamily, zoning out for a couple seconds.
"Hey!" She heard someone shout. Isabella ignored it, it was probably aimed at someone else.
"Girl! Watch out!" The voice yelled again. Isabella blinked back to reality, looking in front of her. Before she knew it, she heard the screech of tires and she felt something pound on and off of her twice, a body falling down onto her and shoving the air out of her.
"Gaaah! Oh geez, I'm sorry, please excuse me..." Isabella was dazed as she cleared her vision. A man was quickly sliding off of her, brushing himself off.
"A-are you okay?!" he asked, his green eyes scanning her over nervously. Isabella giggled and shook his hand.
"I'm fiiine, calm down. You'll attract zombies, man," she said. The man tilted his head in curiosity.
"I beg your pardon? Zombies...?" He asked. Isabella slapped her forehead.
"Sorry. Wrong place. Where am I?" She asked back.
"Oh, it's alright. You're in Paris, France," said the man. Isabella looked him over. He had neat, chocolate brown hair, at least he tried to make it neat, it was also messy in a way. He wore a blackish-grey messenger's cap, it wasn't backwards like most would wear it. He had emerald green eyes and slightly tan skin, wore somewhat thick rectangular glasses and bore a small beard, the same chocolate color of his hair. The man was also wearing a grey coat with a white scarf, light blue tee, khakis with black sneakers. Something about him reminded Isabella about Hills. Was it the eyes? No, nevermind.
"Thank you. I'm Isabella, you can call me Izzy," Isabella greeted.
"It's a pleasure, Izzy. My name is Raven, although you can call me whatever you'd like," Raven said.
"...You wouldn't happen to be Raven... Woodsrunner?" Isabella quietly asked. Raven looked creeped out.
"...Do you... stalk me?!" He yelped. "That's exactly it!'
Isabella was surprised.
"You are Woodsrunner? Raven? It's me, Isabella!" Izzy shouted. Raven tilted his head.
"I... I'm sorry, I've never heard that name in my life," he said sadly.
"HILLS! I'm your cousin!" Isabella yelled desperately.
"...Huh? How'd you know my nickname...? Listen, I don't know who you are, but you're getting creepy. Please excuse me..." Raven, or Hills, started to walk away hesitantly. Isabella sighed and grabbed him by his scarf and yanked him back.
"You're saying you don't remember Isabella, Isabella Beck Woodsrunner, your cousin?" She hissed. Hills quickly shook his head.
"I-I'm afraid not," he replied. Isabella sighed and let go of him, the man falling to the floor with a thump.
"Alright, then. Guess I'll have to deal with it," she growled. Hills slightly blushed.
"So... earlier you asked me where you were... where do you come from?' He asked.
"Opaldew," Isabella responded. Hills slowly nodded.
"Never heard of it. So, how'd you get here?" He questioned again.
"I... I don't know. One second I'm fighting a weird monster with the adventurous, loud you, the next I'm face to face with... you again," Isabella explained. Hills smiled and grabbed a journal from his pocket.
"So, I'm not adventurous?" The glimmering golden text on the book shone clearly. <i>Survival 101</i>. Hills opened the book and grabbed the pencil stuck behind his ear. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Describe this creature," he said.
"Well, it's about ten feet tall, it resembles a fat goblin... glowing, yellow, slit eyes... hairy, sharp teeth poke out of its mouth... hey, I love your drawing." Isabella saw that Hills was drawing in the same cartoony style he drew with when they were younger. Back in Opaldew his drawings were almost like photographs, even his doodles were somewhat realistic.
"Why, thank you," Hills chirped, blushing slightly. He stopped.
"Wait, if you know how my drawings are like, why compliment?" Isabella smiled.
"You got much better, it's like your pencil's a camera. I missed your cartoons," she explained. Hills chuckled and continued his drawing.
"I enjoy a doodle once in a while," he said blissfully. He finished his drawing.
"That looks a lot like it. Those eyes, though..." Isabella trailed off.
"It resembles an Ogrethope," Hills mumbled. "Wait, it is an Ogrethope..." he stopped.
"Ah, yes," Isabella said. Hills had a blank gaze in his eyes.
"...Did you look into its eyes?" He asked sharply.
"...Yes," Isabella replied. Hills looked distressed, pushing his glasses up again.
"Please, tell me what happened?" He asked.
"Well... me and my friends were going out for a stroll when that thing popped up," Isabella explained. Hills nodded.
"...We were fighting it, but then it picked me up and my sight simply grazed its eyes. After that everything went black for a few seconds. Now I'm here," she finished. Hills looked terrified.
"...But... that means..." he looked at his hands.
"What?" Isabella asked suspiciously.
"When you look into a Ogrethope's eyes you fall into a coma," said Hills quietly.
"Yes? And?" Isabella beckoned on.
"...You're in a coma... Having a dream," Hills continued, his voice even quieter.
"WHAT? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?" Isabella had to yell.
"I am in your dream. Paris is in your dream. So... my whole life... never really happened?" Hills said, the first two sentences loud. Isabella started to feel pity.
"All my life... only existed in your mind, no, everything before you had this dream... was it a lie?" Hills murmured. He brought a hand to his forehead and lied down on the floor.
"Do I exist? Does this Paris exist? ...were my past suspicions true?" He mumbled to himself. Isabella now felt waves of pity and guilt wash over her.
"Suspicions...?" Was all she choked out.
"All my life, at least how I remember, I have lived in Paris... but, all my life from when I was 17 to now... I never knew what was my past," he explained, looking at the sky. "All I know is that I have no parents. I have no clue what my past was like, this drove me to the conclusion that I had no past. I just... happened..." He rolled onto his side.
"My head hurts..." Isabella looked down at him with an expression of concern. This might be true. When Hills turned 17, she imagined how he'd look like if he was nerdy and cute, started daydreaming and adding more to the little guy... But how could she admit this to the man without driving him insane with worry and confusion?
"...I think you need a hug," was all Isabella said. Hills silently nodded, taking off his black cap. Isabella gave him a big hug, it felt comfortable. Hills blushed and smiled.
"...I... I think I might ignore this whole conversation... oh my, what a migraine..." he said, getting up.
"Hey, erm, Isabella? Do you have a place to stay?" Hills asked. Isabella shook her head.
"No..." Hills smiled.
"Would you like to stay with me until you find a way to Opaldew?" He offered. Isabella stared at him.
"...Sorry, was that too much? Gah, sorry for asking..." Hills went red in embarrasment.
"Nah, it's fine. I'd be delighted," chirped Isabella. Hills smiled.
"G-great! I recently found this in the alleyways, but I didn't have any use for it," he said happily, pulling a second bicycle up from the floor(it was next to the one that had ran over Isabella). It had a comfy looking seat topped with leather. The body was a shining blue color, it looked as if it had never been touched.
"I, uh, also sort of ran over you with it," Hills admited nervously. Isabella laughed, noticing he had it tied to the back of his own.
"I'd love to ride it, she said, grabbing the handlebars. Hills grinned and lifted his own bicycle off the floor. It was like Isabella's, only it was grey rather than blue.
"Just follow me, memorize the path. But that's admittedly hard to do here in Paris. Just try to keep up, okay?" He told her. Isabella laughed.
"Alrighty, you better go quickly!" She teased. Hills climbed onto the bike and lifted its stand.
"C'mon, no time to kill," he beckoned, kicking off and starting to head fowards. Isabella nodded and got on hers, starting to pedal as well.
They rode the bikes happily, around corners, in alleys, through passages hidden from plain view. They rode away from the area Isabella had woke up in, which had been a small park. They glided down a sidewalk next to an active road, Hills greeting and waving gleefully at others. Isabella simply followed. The two soon went by a dirt path through a rather rural area. They then finally reached a large forest, at the clearing rested a small house. Hills skid to a stop, Isabella following.
"We're here... sorry it looks bad..." Hills panted, stretching his legs.
"No, no, it's.... beautiful," Isabella gasped. The area felt damp, wildlife's melody echoing about. The ground was filled with dewy, brilliant green grass that matched with Hills' twinkling green eyes. A path was dug in the ground, light brown dirt trailing from an area in the forest to the house. Trees bent over as if admiring the little house, sun streaming in from the gaps in the leaves and brilliantly dappling the area. The house was a pale wooden cabin, two stories. A chimney poked out from the side, smoke peacefully drifting out of it. The windows were dirty and fogged up, the doors being lined with moss. At some corners of the wooden cabin, moss crept up like a monster's claws reaching out for its prey. A small stream of a river cut through the ground, flowing from somewhere in the woods behind the cabin, around the house, into the path and out again, trailing far behind the two. Hills and Izzy had stopped on the opposite side of the river.
"Thank you," Hills said happily, blushing. He threw his bike over the river with a grunt, it falling on the other side. Isabella did as well.
"Now, this river actually flows pretty fast, so be careful. We are going to walk across it. I do this every day to get by, so it's safe," informed Hills. He shoved his foot into the fast-flowing river and hesitated before stretching out and stomping down his other foot. He then jumped and barely made it to the other side, scraping himself up and dusting himself off. He was splashed with the cold water, him yelping. Isabella and him laughed together. Isabella then walked to the river and looked it over.
"...I can't..." she admitted, looking over the river.
"Yes you can," Hills said sweetly. Isabella sighed and dipped her foot in the water. She quickly snatched it back.
"I'll be carried away. I can't," she growled.
"You can, Izzy," Hills urged sternly.
"I can't!" Isabella yelled.
"Yes you CAN!" Hills screamed, trying to get her to believe. Isabella glared.
"...Whatever. Here, I'll help ya," Hills gave in. He stood up, tucking his glasses in his pocket. He reached out for Isabella.
"Grab my hand, it'll be fine." Isabella grabbed the hand and ran forward.
"J-JUUUMP!" Hills screeched. Izzy jumped and yelled in fear, there were many sharp rocks under the waters of the lake. She didn't get speared in half like she thought. She was caught. Hills shifted his weight and grunted, carrying Isabella. He backed up, Isabella hugging him tightly. He set her down gently, panting as he grabbed his bicycle.
"Gah, I'm worn out," Hills gasped. Isabella giggled, getting up and setting her bicycle against a tree. The two walked to the house, Hills grabbing the keys and opening the door.
Immediately they were greeted with odd-sounding barks, screeches and hisses. Hills gasped and ran inside. He sped to the great room.
"EY! Calm down, please! Kofley, let go of Fenn! OMEGA! Get off of Kofley..." His voice was heard talking to obviously some named creatures... Isabella slowly padded towards the great room, got a peek of something. Something metallic was flying towards her. It swooped by her shouder, grazing her cheek as it let out a crow's call. Isabella gasped, turning around. Something else rushed by, breezing by her leg. It looked like a cat of sorts, it let out a roboticly muffled meow and hiss, trying to catch the flying thing.
"KOFLEY! Please, please, stop it!" Hills shouted, running after them. He grabbed the flying object and hugged it, talking softly.
"Sh, be quiet, ya seagull," he laughed, the thing making various bird screeches: Isabella heard a raven, bluejay, seagull, and an eagle.
"Ah! Stop it, it's Raven," Hills hissed, the bird hurt him.
"...Hills? Explain?" Isabella commanded, looking at the robotic feline clawing at Hills' khakis. She looked at another figure, a metallic canine, which was slowly slinking out into view. It started barking at Izzy.
"Ahhh... Hush, Omega, hush!' Hills screamed, pissed off. The dog became quiet. "...I'm sorry. T-these are my pets... Robots. I crafted them from scrap metal and other junk, they're my pets..." he stammered. Isabella grinned.
"Hills. That is freakish," she said. Hills sighed.
"I'm pretty lonely out here, alone and all that..." He grabbed the dog, Omega, in his other arm. "This is Omega. Robotic dog. Second one I built. This bird is named Fenn, he's the first one I created," Hills explained. Isabella tilted her head.
"What type of bird? I heard TONS in its caw," she asked.
"Hybrid. He can be anything, by the caw, but looks like an ordinary, metallic raven," Hills replied. He let the bird free to flock away into the kitchen.
"This cat is named Kofley, I made him last," he said, the cat purring loudly and snuggling against the man's head.
