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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 9:08 pm
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Sephos was pretty sure there was ******** in this haystack and that the troll lady responsible was having a laugh or whatever at all of their expense, and he didn't care. He was ready to be done with the hay pile and move on to whatever smelled like fruit over there when...
”What the hell?!” he said, suddenly finding that his overalls were stuffed with hay. He gave the purpleblood responsible a look that resembled an irate prune. ”What are you even doing?!” he snarled, taking some of the hay out of his overalls and throwing it at her, ”It's not mine, you idiot! It's yours!” he threw some more on top of her, ”Keep it!”
”Hooom?” It seemed that his charge had made a new friend! ”Hoom!” and she had a bird lusus, too, if he wasn't mistaken. Well, if Sephos was making friends, then he would too! The treebeast was fond of birds after all... he offered it a woody, branchy finger to perch on.
”Whats so funny?!” Sephos demanded, ”What?” |
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:32 am
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It quickly became a flying hay fight as Sephos flailed at the hay even as it flew at him, sending it scattering back towards her in a cloud of nasty, dirty, tired dried grass. ”You keep it!” he snapped, glowering.
”Oof!” he suddenly found himself in another pile of hay. ”Hey!” he protested unironically, flailing in an uncoordinated way, covering both of them with hay, ”YOUR FACE IS ******** HILARIOUS!” he retorted, shoving at her. They erupted out of the thin covering of hay they had created onto the harder ground...
Maku, meanwhile, was pleased that the bird had accepted his offer. He raised his now occupied finger to 'eye' level and hummed appreciatively. Such a beautiful bird! The treebeast plucked a spiny seed out of his luxuriously leafy beard and offered it to the bird, as was only polite. Maku did so like other lusii – perhaps unusual for his kind, perhaps not, but interesting and fun none the less. He proceeded to ignore the altercation on the ground... and why should Maku pay attention at this time? His troll was roughousing, and that was good for trolls... wasn't it? |
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 5:46 pm
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Maku thought it was a shame that he couldn't speak bird, but he knew politeness when he heard it and he appreciated it – such a pleasant bird! Well, he might as well try to communicate if only because he liked birds. Hoom... ah, the bird had asked about the fruit. ”It's a peach, from deep in forgotten wooded groves.” he tried to explain, trying his best to whistle through his piney teeth and make the sounds – the lovely sounds – that birds made. Maku didn't think he got it across, but that was fine. ”Do you come from the forest, new feathered friend?”
Sephos yelped as his horn was rudely touched and shoved at her. Was it all he had? Was it? What the... ”NO!” he shouted insistently, picking up a big handful of hay and throwing it at her, ”ITS NOT!” he then took another handful, and, with a running start, he made as if to throw it at her...
And then he shoved it down her dress.
”HA! HAHA!” he said, challenging her. ”IS THIS HILARIOUS???” |
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 8:45 am
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”Wha... HEY!!!” Sephos yelped as the dry, scratchy stuff scraped down his skin. He shoved Eridia, moving a little awkwardly as the hay somehow found itself in his armpits. Normally, his shirt protected him from rough grasping boughs, but this was under his shirt and...
and...
He wasn't wearing underwear tonight.
His eyes widened as the itchiness became very nearly painful. ”Aaaugh!” he yelped, dancing and wiggling as the hay began to work its way down. ”Augh!” he threw some more hay at her in revenge, looking for another opportunity to shove more hay down her dress...
Maku was glad his charge was having so much fun! And, ooo! The bird could speak trollish! How nice! Maku wanted to try too! He warmed up his vibrating vocal petal apparati. Sure, he knew trollish – what 300+ sweep old intelligent creature wouldn't? But he'd learned an older form of the language as a sprout, and he didn't usually... try to speak. ”New-hemisect... big city? Big city big noisy, yes.” he rumbled, his leaf 'hair' rustling with his nodding, ”Go sometimes. For give and take... barter. Live in forest.” he said, ”Far forest! You go forest?” |
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 1:05 pm
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”Yes, nice...” rumbled Maku, ”Barter is nice and fair.” he rustled with mild interest. A Coliseum? In the forest? When had that happened? ”In big troll place?” Maku asked. That would explain why he didn't know about it – otherwise, he would have taken Sephos there to make his fighting skills a little better...
Sephos threw more hay back at her, scowling as things other than hay came his way. ”Hey!” he protested unironically, picking up a bit of coagulated hay-mud compound. He would give it as good as he got, he would throw this at her, and... and... Sephos didn't really have an endgame in mind.
”Augh!” he shrieked as suddenly there was a troll on top of him, and then also an entire avalanche of hay...
Maku looked over at the fight and hoomed thoughtfully. Hmm. The bird was probably right – things were getting a little out of hand... but Maku wasn't sure. It was best to not be hasty about these things...
Sephos shoved and punched at her, eventually grabbing her face. ”Geddoffmeeee!” he exclaimed.
Maku made his decision. Carefully, very carefully, he reached down into the pile with his massive hand and, with a precise pinch of his fingers, dragged Sephos out from under the purpleblood by his overalls and into the air.
”Let go!” Sephos protested, struggling in vain as Maku moved the boy to his head.
”Yes. You I think right.” Maku rumbled, agreeing. ”I see you again, yes?” the tree was hopeful. He did so like having lusus friends – they were so lacking in his home, and he had forgotten how much he'd missed them.
Sephos for his part stopped his tantrum. He knew there was no escape from Maku when he was like this. All he could do was sit in Maku's canopy and glower down at the purpleblood. And maybe stick his tongue out at her – it was the best insult he could manage. |
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