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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:37 pm
Llournan had absolutely no destination in mind. How was he supposed to know how to find a Lyre merchant? He supposed he expected to just...stumble over one while traveling himself. Ugh..travel... Llournan flew when he could. When his wings ached he walked. But that tended to not last very long. His feet ached and he ended up rolling out his blanket to lay in some grass and sun himself. Lovely lovely nature! It was fine..some days...other days the bugs annoyed him. The heat or cold frustrated him. he hated sweating! It made his make up run. More then once he had turned right around and started heading back home. He missed his lofty bedroom with it's soft silken sheets, the beautifully painted glass windows that kept the biting insects out.
Today was...an okay day. Llournan had found a pretty section of woods near to a road. He could see a city nearby, but he was cringing at the thought of wandering into it and dealing with the mongrels he was sure to find within. And it was SO ugly!! He missed the majestic beauty of the Fae city! With a sulking pout he unwrapped some wax rolled honey drops. The wax was nothing more then a thin tasteless shell for the sweet honey trapped within. Llournan popped them into his mouth one at a time. Chewing it at least made him feel a little more happy and brought back happier memories of home.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 5:12 pm
Timinee just couldn't bring herself to see the beauty of the nature around her as she walked down the road, her sensible boots kicking up the dust and causing pebbles to scatter every which way. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead outside the city like this; she much preferred being surrounded by all that was machine, the sunlight glinting off of the clock faces on wevery building and the fresh air bringing with it the smell of hot metal and bright polish with a hint of oil. Flowers reminded her too much of the perfume of the women of ill repute that occasionally congregated on the street corners in the seedier parts of the city, and all grass and trees really did for her was remind her of the mold that grew on new leather when some idiot apprentice left it out in the rain, whcih she also didn't care for; it caused so many wonderful things to rust!
But she knew they were a part of life whether she liked it or not, and today she was going out into it to find some sturdy wood for a model of an invention she had thought up last night. She would have loved to use metal, but her lately her father had been locking it up. It was a lot more expensive than wood after all, and though he knew that his daughter was bright, he exlained that he would much rather wait until her inventions actually proved workable before he let her have the components. She wrinkled her nose at the thought; he still didn't understand that part of her learning process was to make it better if it DIDN'T pan out! Why did nobody understand that? Why did nobody understand HER?
Looking over at the approaching forest, she smiled as she thought of the wood she might find there. Not live wood; she wasn't any sort of lumberjack, and it tended to be far too soft anyway. She would doubtless find a dead tree that would serve her well in providing some good hard wood. Pity there was no beach nearby; driftwood was especially useful, but she supposed it was all for the best; if she disliked water for ruining her metals, she hated salt water even more. As the forest drew nearer, she noticed that there was someone sitting by the woods, not far from the road, looking as though they were picnicking. As she came closer, she wrinkled her nose as she got a better look at the figure. He definitely looked Fae, and yet.....not quite Fae. A halfer perhaps? She didn't have much of an opinion on interracial breeding; such things did not interest her in the least. Still, she knew enough to know that the Fae in general were not good friends with her people. Well, she still had her hammer with her in case the seemingly peaceful figure was looking for trouble. Confident in this, Timinee focused her eyes on the gap in the woods ahead and continued to walk, thinking perhaps the not-quite Fae was content to mind his own business.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 6:37 pm
Something undeniably pink was coming. The color was a pleasing one, and as such it got Llournan's attention. He unfolded his wings behind him and flexed the Lyre like appendages much like a peacock might when it was attempting to draw attention to itself. He shifted where he sat and casually arranged his skirt. When the pink thing drew closer, and revealed itself to be just a lycan..well... at least it wasn't a taur or human? Llournan plucked up one of his honey drops and popped it into his mouth. Ugh... the pink was pretty enough. It reminded him of the lovely pale pink you could find in some flowers. But..those -cloths-! They were so god awful horrendous! She looked as graceful as...as... a taur rolling in mud! And that hat. It was a utter atrocity! There was no elegance or artful flair to it!
Llournan subconsciously ran a hand over one of his polished horns as he looked with a almost painful expression on her godawful looking glasses. Such a ugly thing! It utterly ruined the prettiness of that fur! With a flick of his tail, Llournan ate another candy and watched the female. That hammer of hers...he found himself frowning a little. "Whatever are you doing clanking out here?" He called out when the atrocity against beauty came close enough for him to speak at. "Your clunky steps are chasing all the birds away you know."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:52 pm
If Timinee had had any idea of what the figure lounging in the grass was thinking of her right then and there, she would have cheerfully walked the gap between them and given him a smart tap between the eyes with her hammer, just to see if his head would ring hollow. Though she didn't have to be much farther away to not see the obvious look of distaste that he shamelessly flung her way. Oh well, she knew she wasn't pretty, and she didn't really care what others thought of her. So her hair was pink; she had seem humans with more outrageous colors and they didn't get any flack for it. Maybe it was because they only had ONE patch of hair to be ofefnsive with, whereas she had hair and a tail to match. Still, looks didn't mean much to her; it wasn't as though she was whoring herself out or anything. She was in love with her work at present, and all metal did was shine her reflection appreciatively back at her.
The obviously rude tone that the stranger addressed her with made her hair bristle. He had never met her before; why speak to her in such a rude tone? Maybe there was more Fae in him than she had previously thought. Stupid uppity male, as she learned by his voice; no self-respecting male would go around in THAT getup! He looked like he ought to be off picking flowers somewhere! She sniffed indignantly, making her glasses bob on her nose. "Last I checked, nobody owns the road; I'll walk wherever I please. And I don't care about scaring birds; I've just come to get some wood. But I don't really have to explain myself to the likes of you, mister. Besides, how do you know YOU'RE not scaring the birds away? You look like a flying purple people-eater, the one the human kids sing about."
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 3:05 pm
He couldn't get past the unattractive clothing she wore. The pink would have been a lovely highlight to the lycan is she just...ugh. had more taste! Llournan's small tail twitched as he folded his wings back. He could not believe he had preened for her attention! She didn't even look like she knew what lip gloss was! or had any idea how a nice pair of earrings could have at least accented her ears. Her glasses bobbed when she sniffed and Llournan shifted on his blanket. There was a unfounded fear of somehow getting infected by her bad taste if he looked on her for too long.
Her voice was an annoyance the moment she stated to speak. It wasn't exactly the tone of it...but rather the unpainted lips that spoke them. It made Llournan want to cringe up and check his own make up quickly. Her crude insult brought a frown to his mouth. "Because." He started with a scowl while reaching down to pick up one of the wax honey drops. Rolling it between his fingers, he watched as the milky shell began to clear due to the slight heat produced by his fingers. "I was listening to them just fine until your metal heavy person came clunking down the road. They were delightful basking in my presence until your unattractive appearance." He complained. Llournan gave his candy a glance and considered it thoughtfully. He then twisted his wrist, and with a flick of his finger sent the softened candy up towards the Lycan girls face.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 9:25 pm
As far as TIminee was concerned, taste was for what you put in your mouth. She had always been indecisive anyway, and loved to mix and match clothes. She had nobody to really impress, since she was still just an apprentice in her father's shop, and her brothers would probably run around starkers if they didn't have customers coming in every so often to have something fixed (and certainly not have their eyesight broken!). Being the only girl, girly things were a rare find in their living quarters, and she wouldn't have been interested in them anyway. You can't wipe your greasy hands on a princess dress, and she would just pull off fancy jewelry and either melt it down or use it to pick at tight spots or create a fancy imprint on a sheet of metal.
In turn she disliked this stranger the longer she looked at him. Why he looked as though he had only come out there to let the flowers smell HIM. He was all primped and preened as though he was the world's best treat, and so far he had an attitude to match. Just who the Hell did he think he was, sitting there in the grass and accosting people just wanting to walk down the road and go about their business? Nosy little gem-encrusted snot-rag! "Must have been some pretty stupid birds to fawn over the likes of you. I'm no bird watcher, but I know the ugliest pigeon's a right sight prettier than you!" She watched the other's fingers suspiciously, about to ask cheekily if he was contemplating eating his own earwax like a neanderthal when the fingers flicked the sticky glob right in her direction. She turned her head just in time to hear the barely perceptible thump of it hitting her helmet. She reached up and made a face as she felt her hands brush against the glop. Tail bristling angrily, she yanked the honey drop off of her helmet and flung it away in the grass before marching over to the blanket and the short-spannered pole-licker farting on it, positive that if he had thought she was making a racket before, she was probably deafening to him now. "You looking to get a hole in your head? I came here for wood, but I guess I can always make do with your fat wooden head; at least yours'd save me the trouble of scooping the brains out!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:43 pm
Oh...oh...oh... Llournan's hand lifted to cover his lips as the ugly pink Lycan's tail started to resemble a fern frond. Her attempt at a insult was clearly born of petty jealousy. probably because she didn't have wings. So many people envied him because of his wings. it was a tolerable pettiness though. He shifted on his blanket so he could lazily flex his source of pride. Llournan's reaction to her insult was to merely let it fade away like a unpleasant gust of wind. It was only words, words that his arrogance and pride refused to let him see as born of anything less then jealousy. At the moment his mind was utterly wrapped up in the amusement he was gaining at her reaction to the candy.
"Heh." he softly chuckled into his hand. Gracefully Llournan pushed himself up with one hand. He looked at the pink haired girl with nothing less then amused scorn. "With hips like those you dare toss the word fat around? My dear girl...I do assume your supposed to be a girl with a voice that high. Unless your a eunuch?" Shaking his head slightly Llournan made a flippant gesture of dismissal. "My dear girl, you do not want to rouse my ire. When I was done with you, well..I fear it would leave a scar upon nature itself to see all that fur burnt right off your unflattering tub of a body."
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:00 pm
It aggravated Timinee the way the idiot in front of her continued to smile, as though he had breathed in too much cleaner and was loopy from the fumes. She had seen an apprentice in another shop do that to himself once, and she had reveled in the proof that she didn't have much competition in her line of work. She watched him flex his wings, and she was sorely tempted to fling her hammer right at the semi-exposed a** beneath them. It would serve him right, flicking nasty globs of who knows what at her helmet, a treasured item that she had put together herself when she was unable to choose from a premade pair! He had no right to flick things at it! Well, turnabout WAS fair play; maybe she could plant a lovely hammer mark right on his hideous butt.
Of course, his speaking of her possibly not being a girl only caused her to sneer. Just because she had pink fur, everyone had to stupidly assume that she was some sort of girly thing! How many princesses walked the world with a hammer and tools, really?! If anything it bolstered her a bit; she always thought of herself as more boy than girl. "This coming from a guy in a dress? Seriously, you should leave the clothes to the REAL women, ones that know how to pair it without making the wearer look like a cheap harlot." She sniffed at the fat jokes, considered by her to be weak material and the dregs of the insult barrel, but she let out a rather ugly bark of laughter at the lazily implied threat. "You couldn't hit the ground if you fell off your tatty blanket! Your talk's as cheap as your clothes, and THAT'S a feat unto itself!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 7:50 pm
The girls aggravation was so amusing! Here he sat, smiling and utterly enjoying himself and the lycan was merely growing more and more agitated as the moments passed on by. Her retort, as poorly made as it was, clearly told Llournan this little walking wind up toy was jealous of how pretty he was. He casually brushed his hand over his skirt, and puffed his chest up a tiny bit.
"Your jealousy is so clear and evident. You could only wish to have cloths as lovely as mine. Instead of that garbage wreck your clunking around in. How abhorrent." Llournan wrinkled his nose a tiny bit at Timi while pressing his palm to the ground. With a flick of his wings, Llournan arose from his lounging position. He held in his other hand the small bag of wax candies, and he purposefully pulled one out to play with between his fingers. "Such a jealous little thing you are. It's adorable. Well, you go right on ahead and be all hateful." Llournan purred softly at Timi as he popped the candy into his mouth. A smirking smile curled upwards as he sucked on the wax. "I know it's the only way you can come to terms with the fact your no where near as lovely as I am."
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:37 pm
Damn! There was just no getting through to this guy! Was he really that stupid tghat he didn't know an insult from a compliment? Or was he so starved for any sort of attention that he had to prove himself to a girl he just met on the road? Now THAT was sad. Timinee had a mind to tell him so, but from what she could gather of his converations thus far, he would just find some way to see it as a wonderful trait of his.
She managed a genuine laugh at his absurd comments. "You can keep your rags; I wouldn't wipe my a** with them. I've got better things to do besides sit in the grass like a moron and make myself believe the whole world loves me. Have fun seeing how far that'll get you in life." Scuffing her boot in order to kick a tiny clump of dirt onto the other's blanket, Timinee shouldered her hammer and whirled around, walking back toward the road with her head held high. Once her feet found the road, she continued on until she found herself entering the woods. Wrinkling her nose, she turned around and creeped through the bushes until she could see out of the edge of the woods and over where the blanket and its less than savory occupant. She regretted walking off without giving him a piece of her mind, but perhaps now, while he thought she was gone...... Allowing herself a quiet snort, she reached up to push her glasses further up the bridge of her nose before finding enough space to raise her hammer. Closing one eye and taking as best aim as she could, she flung it from her and watched it sail head over handle toward the blanket, the trajectory being right at the behind she had been so keen on clobberng before.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 11:40 pm
Despite her clear lack of sophistication and grace, Llournan was mightily pleased with the encounter. His eyes followed the Lycan girl as she would skulk away. Yes. Like a little filthy rat off to play in the woods. Even though she had kicked some dirt onto his blanket, it was not as if she had the audacity to kick it on -him-. Llournan fluttered his wings slowly as he considered whether or not to follow and antagonize her some more. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to lord it over one of the petty jealous people. Ah, it made him nostalgic for home. All those glares and clearly jealous whispers that went on when his back was turned. Then of course his mother would buy him something pretty to wear. A hair clip or a string of gem beads to wrap up in his horns or about his neck. She always knew how to spoil him!
As llournan would daydream about home, the pink haired 'rat girl' would dissappear from his sight. With a small uncaring shrug of his shoulders, Llournan bent over to pick up his blanket. He'd just shake it out and move on to---
Something hard nailed him right in his exposed rump. Llournan toppled face first onto the blanket with a flutter of his light blue feathers. Something that may or may not have been a fey curse came from the blanket, thankfully muffled and distorted so it's true impact could not be heard. Llournan rolled over, a hand on his a** as he shouted. "Annoying RAT! I'll burn you to ash!!" Llournan staggered to his feet, wings fluffed with anger, but a hand still on his little tail end as he glared towards the woods.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 10:27 am
Bulls-eye!! Timinee let out a gleeful shout of laughter as she watched her hammer hit the very mark she had been aiming for, and the undoubtedly smarting rump went high as the face went low, right into the blanket! Oh she REALLY hoped that he hadn't had time to brush the dirt off before his face went into it! She did a little hop like a mischievous youngster, crowing out from the trees. "a** in the air! a** in the air! Lookin' like a fool with your a** in the air!" Juvenile shouts like this were common in her household, even though her brothers were all older than she was. Even with age, some things never changed, and it wasn't as though she had a motherly figure to teach her anything other than how to act like a boy.
She watched him clasp a hand over his bottom and shout to the trees, where he knew her to be but undoubtedly was unable to see exactly where. She reveled in his scrambling up with a look of anger on his face. So much for taking it gracefully! She KNEW there had to be some sort of c***k in his armor of absurd smugness, and like the brilliant mechanic she was, she had found it. She cupped her hands over her mouth and gleefully hollered back. "How do you plan on doing that, people-eater? Gonna fling another gob of goo at my head? Oh wait, I got it' you're gonna sic your little admiring friends the butterflies on me, right? Wow, I'd better watch out NOW!" She laughed scornfully for good measure and waited to see what the puffed-up peabrain would do next.
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