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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:28 pm
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The ruins of the HQ, while there was nothing left of the corps, and something new had formed, he still remembered. He could look at the the bustling life that grew, leaves sprouting after a bad wild fire.
Even still, he could picture what once was. Staying away from the pae and the structures, he looked from afar walking a semi circle around the built area.
It seemed every season it was getting harder and harder to relate to the much younger pae running around the isle. As it got more chaotic, he longed more for the much simpler times. The new colors and life to the isle was a blessing. However, part of him just felt it was moving too fast. He was too out of place in the world.
Besides his sister, he was the only one he knew of to be from the egg generation. The new pae didn't even believe such a thing ever happened. Just thinking of it made him sigh a bit. Popping out his wings, he recalled them a moment later as the walk around the old memories continued.
At certain points, he could almost see, just about touch and could hear the faintest sounds of memories. Where the kitchen had always been, he pictured that fridge with the endless food. Even more, as he began to smile, he picture the food fight with Sy before her babies arrived.
Then there were the tall things, Ru was on of their names, that had once existed then seemingly vanished without a trace. Who would believe such giant squealing monsters once existed? That was a little unfair, as now he could look back on the creatures with some fondness.
Each step brought a new memory. Of a little king that knighted him, the rooms a plenty, oh and the library. That such a treasure was lost, it panged him deeply. Just one more link to a past that was so long forgotten no pae seemed to believe it existed at all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 7:00 pm
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ooc: Yep, one of the reasons I declined to have him updated, I like his cert and of course, the bling!
IC: Kurt continued his walk around, pink eyes glued to what once was. By chance as he made his round, he happened to look up. At first, he saw the demon and looked right back to the market and back in memory's time taking several steps before looking back. When he did look back, he stopped this time. So caught up in remember, it had been assumed he was no seeing things.
Why he'd see that steal and blue demon and not say his former mate was beyond him. Yet, upon re inspection, the demon was still there. "Raken?" He called to the demon. Hard to mistake the almost barbed wire markings and fashionable silver belt. Better then the real barbed wire one fae had, that stuff always conjured an uncomfortable feeling. Always due to Tristan.
It couldn't really be Raken, of course not, clearly he was going though old-timers and seeing things. Trip down memory lane could do that to a pae after all. Still, he had stayed still, to see if there was any reaction.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:12 pm
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Kurt gave a sad smile saying, "Daughters have plans of their own, despite their father's best efforts." He tired so hard to protect his daughters, so far he failed them all, or rather they willfully disregarded his wishes. Even Zofie! Those thoughts were turned as he moved his head to look at what was once the HQ.
"I am glad I didn't see it fall, just one more reminder of the world we knew is gone." Looking back, he noted Raken's behavior. Preparing for a big secret, the angel instead looked confused, "Have you been to the Floating City?" There was a library there, he wondered if the demon didn't know of it. The only races he saw up there were the demons and angels. It was the closest thing to the home he used to know. If it wasn't for the alpaca he might have moved there himself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 2:50 pm
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Kurt reached out and patted Raken's shoulder, "You still probably have the biggest privately owned book collection, now you can just read new information." Books about alpaca were awesome, much else didn't interest him much. He was never what one would call a reader.
Oh no, Raken asked. With a very enthusiastic expression kurt started talking about his passion. "Life has been great with the girls! I have a herd of five! They are all Suri not Hyacaya alpaca. You could tell the difference because the Hyacaya are fluffier but the Suri have a nicer smoother fiber. Sheep have wool, alpaca have fiber. Very strong and soft, not water proof so they don't give the itchy feeling." Kurt looked around a moment, pondering if he had any fiber on him. With no pack, he knew that was a negative.
Alas, he couldn't demonstrate so he continued talking not even trying to tell if Raken was interested or not to his story, "Three are pregnant getting ready to drop Cria, the name for a baby alpaca. I am so excited to have the little babies running around!" Those babies were fine, the prospect of his newest adopted daughter having a child of her own? Not fine, at all.
"Usually they aren't very friendly but my girls are getting there, getting used to me. Fantastic animals, a little small but very clean and so lovely! Three are white and the other two are fawn"
Pointing far down the road he says, "I have my ranch down the road to the left going this way right near the lake. My girls will give fantastic fibers this year I am sure of it. As the only Alpaca on the island, I am sure it'll be popular if get another crazy cold front." Rubbing his arms in memory he asks, "Raken can you ever remember it getting that cold here? I can't." They both have lived far longer then probably anyone else not in the hall of souls on the island, if it had been that cold in the past, surely they'd remember.
Tartara Seabreeze *bows* And que boring Raken
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 3:32 pm
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Kurt was more then happy to educate his friend, "The cria will be old enough to be weaned at around six months, they can be shorn at a year. I used up eveything I got from the girls so I am looking forward to the new fiber, and the adorable cria!" There was nothing cuter than a baby, nothing.
Kurt heard that one loud and clear saying, " I feel like every time I turn around there will be something new. I didn't know what to make of the hooved pae, then trying to find a Naiad when I didn't know what to expect. I don't think any pae would know what to think of a world we knew, only demons, angels and fae." The diversity was nice, he would never say otherwise. However the changes so fast and so great were hard to get a hold of.
"I live on the other side of the marsh from the Dragnid, place still gives me the creeps." It was probably a bad choice of a home, but being so close to the water and the trade route made it the best of the sensible options. Had the HQ still existed here would be where he would have made his home.
"With the speed of it all, if feels like we are the verge of something, maybe how it felt when the isle fell." If he was around, he didn't remember it but he could picture it
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