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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 6:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:58 am
With the little time given to him, Marth latched himself onto Sunny's lap, nuzzling her leg softly, a loud purr coming from his throat. "...You smell like flowers..." He giggled and nuzzled again. "And muffins..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:53 am
((When was the last time that I posted in here?, How about we add a we bit of mystery to this thread, hello everyone, member me?))
Outside of the catgirl adoption home, in the forest which surronds the estate shadows were darting back and forth, as if something was moving amosgt them. Urging them out of there quiet repose, a rustle of a leaf and a small breaking of a branch under the wieght of his large black boots are the only thing that single his arrival. His body is large, refined through countless centuries of warfare with his own kind. His large six foot three frame walks slowly, his steps uneasy as he makes his way out the darkness of the forest.
He is dressed all in black, his face covered by the shadows but for a brief moment. When the shadows finally reveal his face, it is tired and torn. A large scar runs down the left side of his face, blood gushing from the wound, redenring one of his bright yellow eyes completely useless. His shoulder lenght raven black hair is matten in that same blood. A small stream of blood drips down his right arm making a small trial as he nears the home. As his body comes into full light it's obvious his anything but human. The large black wings with there flight feathers as red as the blood that now drips from his face. The right one is broken, hanging from a weird angel, he leans his wieght against the front door, and is not surprised to find it slightly ajar. There had never been a need for locks, in a place which welcomes everyone. He smiles as he takes a few steps into the place, his weak smiles widens just a bit more as he notices a few old friends gathered in the living room.
Hey long time no see Angel....
It's the only words that he manages to get out of his mouth before he drops to his knees and looses conscienes(sp?)
((Okay, so it become more drama then mystery, maybe later, I'll go and beat myself in the sparring area for old time's sake xp ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:14 am
*Goes and stands near Angel*
Nathen! I haven't seen him in ages! He's probably huge now 3nodding
*smirks at Marth and whispers to Angel*
If he passes out, can we draw on him?
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:43 pm
Sunray continues to pet Gryphon slowly. "How cute. What's your name?," she asked him before blinking down at Marth. "Flowers and muffins?" She tilted her head then sniffed her wrist. "I think I smell like dust," she laughed before petting his head with her other hand. "Yeah, Nathan's getting big. Too heavy to carry now but he still likes sitting on laps."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 2:04 pm
Go for it.
*Angel said with a smirk. As she pulled Marth back into a sitting position and off of Sunny, She heard someone mumble her name, then drop to the floor. With a sharp turn, her furrowed eyebrows widened into shock as she stared at the form on the floor. She instantly knew who it was, and rushed to his side, rolling him over onto his back. Angel pressed her hand to his cheek, her healing magic stopping the bleeding and slowly stitching his skin back together.*
Anyone mind getting me a washcloth? I have blood on my hands.
*She said outloud, not really knowing if anyone was listening or not. With that, she went back to healing his arm, then wondering what she needed to do to fix his wing.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 2:16 pm
Marth's shirt flopped onto her head, a giggle could be heard as he curled up near Sunny, his tail swaying lazily.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 3:57 pm
*starts to run down stairs into room...then trips and falls down the stairs* gonk
"I'm ok!!"
Rikku then looks around the room for a spot to sit. She finds a large, comfy armchair and curls up in it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:31 pm
*Heads to the kitchen and comes back with a damp washcloth and wipes Angel's hands clean*
What a messy bunch we have here sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:36 pm
Nyau, Gryphon... Gryph for short, Nyau *stares at Marth confused*
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:44 pm
*Sees Gryph's expression and waves his hand dismissively*
Thats just Marth, he's usually pretty harmless too. He may blow half of the home to tiny bits eventually but for the most part he just cross-dresses and goofs off. And by cross-dressing I mean you're lucky if he's wearing anything.
((Think I did you justice Marth? wink ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:01 pm
"Gulp" *wears worried expression*
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 8:16 pm
*Angel gave an appreciative smile to Kaieph, then nodded slightly.*
Actually, Marth tries to make silly putty, and ends up giving himself boobs instead. Don't ask me how, I just give him the antidote.
*She said, trying to add some humor to the situation. With a sigh, she looked at his wing; she had no idea how to fix it. She decided it would be best to have him fix it himself.*
Hey, can you hear me?
*Angel called to him, wondering how she was going to bring him back to the conscious world.*
It's Angel. You remember me, right? You have to remember me. We're friends.
*She said, lowering her voice slightly.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:42 pm
"Damn right, be happy I have to wear clothes!!" He nodded to them and grinned, moving behind Sunny to curl up on her shoulder in his kitten form.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:32 am
I would not be so bold as to say that I have forgotten our friendship. It is not often that someone has the chance to befriend a fellow fallen, the guardian of heaven's gate no less.
Lazaraus smiled as he slowly opened his eyes. Did you happen to get the license plate of the trunk that hit me? he laughs, as he stands up, grunting a bit as the sound of cracking bones singals the self mending of is wings, which after repairing themselves waste no time in folding into themselves and hiding, a feat that they could not do before.
Sorry if I scared you, you know me, always getting into fights with the nasties in the forest. So what have I missed? he grins.
((He's back))
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