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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:19 pm
 The small kit decided to leave his home once more to visit the Realm HQ. His mother lately seemed to be in quite the odd mood. From what he hears from his other "family", she was more talkative than usual. Granted, his mother didn't say very much most often but would communicate mainly through eye contact. One look and he could instantly tell what he should or needed to accomplish. She was a very stern mother, but he loved her regardless. He understood she only wanted him to grow up to be a fine gentleman, much like his father whom he has yet to meet.
His platinum colored hair bounced lightly as he paced along the dirt road. Evening was coming soon, but the weather was still rather warm. The sleeves of his blue sweater were pushed up past his elbows to allow more breeze to pass through his body. At the very least he didn't have any other pieces of clothing. He never could see how his mother could wear all that thick armor even in the middle of summer. She was still as elegant as ever, as if the heat didn't bother her at all. Perhaps after so many years of wearing such heavy clothing she had grown accustomed to it. He was still a bit young to grow too accustomed to this heat. His sweater was killing him.
Sigurd peered into the HQ. It was filled with life, as usual. Kitsus of all kind were everywhere. Each of them were doing their own things. Some napping, some carrying out conversations and so on. Even though he came here with the intent to meet someone new, there was a feeling dwelling within him to not approach any of those kitsus just yet. It was as if he came here unknowingly to meet someone he was supposed to. Who that was only time had the answer to.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:36 pm
What a crowded place, too much so for her liking. Still, it was her home, or at least the place her family had decided to raise them. A safe spot, her father liked to call it. Pfft. What did she care? Just how dangerous could the outside be? Nyhility rolled these thoughts in her mind as she peered over the othre kitsus. Dull, boring, loud.....all just plain and annoying. She rolled her eyes in dry amusement. None of them appeared as special as she did. No glossy feathers crowning their fur. No emblems of bloodline marking their limbs. Just average kitsus.
With a scoff, the young kit leapt down from her perch atop the couch. She found no motivation to stay here any longer. Perhaps she'd find better company with her siblings. That is if they didn't wake up cranky. Nyh smirked to herself and began trotting down the quiet hallway.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:09 pm
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see quite the different looking kitsu. She, he presumed had a line of colorful feathers growing from the bottom of her nose all the way down to the tip of her tail. Such a striking image. He had never seen kitsu such as that before. That gene must be quite rare, he thought. He had seen ones with clothing such as himself or his mother, but never ones with feathers like these. She had no wings either, so she was not an angelic kitsu by any means. How odd yet fascinating at the same time.
With his curiosity a the tips of his tail, he hurried over to the seemingly bored kit. She was probably the same age as him, or around there. The kit appeared full of herself. Not surprising, usually ones around this age were either full of arrogance or were rather shy. Either way, he jogged lightly in hopes of catching up with her. This kit seemed interesting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:18 pm
With an arrogant trot in her step, Nyh made her way down the long hallway. The noises and bickering of the main room soon dimmed away, and the kit smiled to herself. Aww, much better. The girl lifted her paw t omake anothre step, when something horrible happened. Something that made her freeze in mid-step with a horror struck face. Turning slowly, she eyed the disaster. A misplaced feather!!!
Nyh clenched her teeth at the sight. There it was, peeking out disobediantly and hideously from the otherwise smooth pelt. The kit twisted flexibly, and began grooming the spot with her small tongue. So much maintanence, these precious feathers of hers! Ears twitched at a clinking sound, and she peeked at the approaching kit. A brow raised, and she darted forward, nose to nose with the other. "Why are you following me, HUH?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 7:35 pm
He continued to follow and observe the kit. By her sudden pause, he would have thought she saw him. Instead, she turned around to groom herself. A rather meticulous young girl. Then again, he figured they usually were. The older, the more meticulous. Though, his mother taught him to be the same. Maybe not the same attention to detail as the kit in front of him, but definitely organized at the least. He wondered why she would even bother to groom herself, however, as the whatever it was that bothered her wasn't even apparent to his eyes. A sudden itch, maybe.
Surprised by the close up range, Sigurd took a step back. He forgot all that he wanted to ask. Most specifically about her feathers. Her loud voice boomed and rang in his tender ears. Quite a tomboy, he mentally said to himself. Rather unlady-like behavior. Then again, he was the one following her, so it wasn't as if he had any right to say much.
"I was merely curious," he replied softly, "I apologize for any inconvenience it may have caused you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:03 pm
Her small face scrunched as she analyzed the male before her. Well, he wasn't as normal as the others, was he? Taking a step back, Nyh tilted her head back and forth, taking in all his features. Interesting...
With a blink, she straightened herself back to facing him directly. "Yeah, well....you should be." A false anger, more fueled by childish curiousity than anything else. She stood and circled him quickly, seating herself before him once more. "Very interesting. I like those ankle bracelets ya got there." Nyh gave him a toothy grin, before pushing a paw forward in the air for a paw shake. "My name is Nyhiltiy. Cool, eh? And what would your name be?" Her marked tails wiggled energetically behind her. She hoped this fellow was as interesting as he appeared, and not a waste of time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:20 pm
Sigurd smiled genuinely when the female circled him. While she inspected him, he easily inspected her, too. It seemed her feathers were similar to an external spinal cord of sorts. The feathers were centered right where her spine would be. Most intriguing. There was also a small patch on the side of her arms. Very rare, indeed. Her tails were also marked with symbols he had never encountered before. When he returns, he would have to ask his mother about them. They seemed like markings she would know of.
When her hand extended outward, he shifted his weight to return the gesture. His little sword in turn shifted also. The young kit smiled pleasantly at Nyh, taking in her compliments. "Thank you. It is a gift from my mother. I am Sigurd. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nyhiltiy." He bowed lightly as a gesture of good will after shaking paws with her. Ever the polite little one.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:41 pm
Any attention given to her own appearance were ignored. She was too intrigued by the other. And besides, she had already soaked up enough of her own delight for now. Nyhility was at this moment busy staring at his short, silver hair as they shook paws. A skeptical look was given to the boy at his choice of words. "Is that...normal talk for you, Sigurd?" Her father was of polite nature, but geez, not to that extent. And her mother could care less of how others felt. Perhaps that's were her sharp tongue originated from.
The shifted sword soon caught her attention, and she smiled deviously. "Is that a gift from your mother too? How odd." As much as she'd love to, she doubted she'd ever be allowed to hold such an object. Father's wishes. At least when he wasn't looking. >> Her pale hair shook with her head, attention returning to Sigurd himself. "Do you know how to use it? Have you used it?" For some reason unknown to her, the promise of force, be it scratching or biting, always thrilled her senses. She knew it was bad, but couldn't describe it. Especially when cuts formed, and the red liquid would peek out. Just the smell drove her mad!
But she hid these inner delights to herself. She didn't want to disgust the other kit with her oddity. She waited almost impatiently for him to show her some swordsman skill.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 9:42 am
He couldn't help but chuckle at her words. Such a curious one. So unlady-like. This was most intriguing, indeed. She was turning out to be quite the character--more so than he imagined her to be. "Yes," he nodded softly, "It is my normal form of speech. I picked it up from my mother. She tells me that is also the way father speaks...Though I have yet to meet him." His expression remain unchanged despite his last words. They would meet soon--when the time was right.
"Hmm?" Eyes shifted from her to his sword and back. "Oh, yes. It is. At least, I believe so. I do not think my father would be the type to give out...presents so willingly. I think he would be too embarrassed by that image to even attempt doing so," he chuckled lightly, "But yes, I do know how to use it. Of course, I am not as skilled as my mother...But she is teaching me everyday. Though, most of the time we don't even use the swords themselves. I would say...only five percent of the time do we actually use them. Most of the time is spent training my body to hold such a heavy object properly," he nodded.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 9:58 am
Nyh tilted her head at his chuckle, but found no need for offense. She just smirked in response. As to the absense of his father, that was no concern of hers. But of course her tongue decided to be indifferent. "Sounds like your old man is a strict one." What a bummer. To have one parent never visiting, the girl could not comprehend. Nor did she believe she would care all the same.
She listened almost politely as Sigurd finished speaking about his precious sword. So it wasn't just decoration, that would have been horribly boring. "Aww, I wish I had a sword. Lucky~" A fake pout was given, then she grinned unexpectedly. "But I bet I can beat you, even without practice!" The thought alone excited her, and she wagged her tails happily. A spare with others besides sibling would be interesting. "You know why?" Nyh peeked around the hall, making sure it was dead empty. She leaned close to the boy's ear, a paw covering her words. "I have special powers. Teehee!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:08 am
His "old man" was a strict one, but probably not as strict as his mother. It was purely circumstantial, and he blamed no one for the absence of his father in his life. Even though it may have been hard sometimes not to have his other parental unit around, he understood. At least he had someone, and someone was always better than no one. "I have no doubts we will cross paths one day when the time is right," he smiled.
The young male nodded lightly, "I bet you could. I was instructed never to draw the sword unless it was to protect someone. Plus, I would never lay a hand on a girl--as old fashioned as that is." His ears twitched with curiosity, "Special powers?" he questioned aloud. He doubted her mostly...but was curious to know if she really possessed any. Maybe it had something to do with her special feathers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:51 am
Cross paths? Sigurd made it sound like they were complete strangers. Nyhility crossed paths with her parents everyday. Wasn't that what was considered normal in family situations? She shrugged at his words. "Well, good luck with that." She wondered if he was an only child, and that's why his parents were so formal and strict. Maybe?
A bubbling laughter came from Nyhility as Sigurd went into details of his instructions. "But that's silly! Why on earth would anyone need protecting." But than again, she had yet to actually go outside the HQ. "And besides, what if a girl layed a hand on you? I wouldn't think twice of biting back." Nope nope, not at all. Especially if they touched her feathers! With a blink, she pointed at her maw in explanation. "Dad says that when I'm older my teeth will make a venom!" No wonder he was always so nervous of her gnawing habits. "And Mom says that my body could grow back if I lose something, whatever that means..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 11:08 am
For now they may as well be complete strangers. He knew his father's name, his appearance and his overall personality. But so far they had never met each other. All he knew aside from that was that he was the middle child of three. He had an older brother and a younger sister. Their names? Unknown to even his mother. They were in good hands was all she assured him.
He shrugged lightly at her words, "I would try not to find myself in that type of situation...but if it should ever arise, then I will try to get myself out of it without harming that girl. I do not have a clear explanation as to why...but it just goes against my moral fiber to lay a hand on a girl." Her points were valid, but he was rather stubborn with his views.
Ears and tails twitched lightly at her explanation for powers. From her explanation she sounded more like an undead creature than anything...But he was sure she wasn't, as undead didn't have feathers like that. But regeneration? That was something new. Venom was not nearly as interesting as regeneration. That was a useful ability...in most cases.
"Your genes must allow for regeneration, then, if I am correct. It is a useful ability," he nodded, "But let us hope you will never run into a situation where it requires your regeneration abilities to stay alive."
"As for protection..." his eyes wandered off, "I am told outside of these safe quarters danger might lurk."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 11:46 am
"Moral fiber." What a stange set of words. And Nyhility was curious if she had her own. Sigurd knew his so surely, but that was so quick! Must've caught on from the fibers of his parents....or rather just his mother. But her own parents were too opposite; one that cared too much and one that cared too little. Eh, what did she have to rush for? She was still a kit for goodness sake!
"Well, it's still odd." Must be a male thing. No touch teh girls. And whether that was a good thing or not, was yet to be discovered. A brow raised at his sudden twitch, and Nyh pinned Sigurd with a confused look. "What's that all about?" Were individual abilities all that shocking? As much as seeing clothing on a kitsu was for Nyhility? Her tails curled around her sides, leaving the feathered one alone behind her. "Yeah, I think that was the word. Mom just said things grow back like new."
She lifted and stared at her own paw as Sigurd talked. Danger, eh? "Heh, well...at least I don't have to worry of breaking." It all sounded like some fun game, were powers and weapons help you through the different levels. A concern of self-preservation, that was something that hadn't bothered the sheltered kit's mind. Not yet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 12:34 pm
He was...older for his age, yes, much older than usual. It was not unlikely he got these traits from his parents. Most especially his mother whom he lives with. He could choose to be younger, more of his age...more carefree like Nyhility here, but he choose the path he walked on now. This was him. He was content with his personality, even if he still had much to learn.
"There is nothing wrong," he shook his head, "I was merely stating my curiosity over your regeneration abilities. I have heard about them, but never saw one with such abilities--especially among our own kind. I have only read in books they exist. But I guess it would be safe to assume you never used them yet? Not that it is a bad thing at all."
At least she would be safe in dangerous situations. He just hoped she would never encounter such danger...and if she ever did not to get too cocky with her abilities. Regeneration had its limits, though the effects are different between everyone. Some had side effects, others had restraints. "Well, at least let us hope you would never run into such a situation."
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