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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:30 pm
Senka growled quietly to herself. It wasn't fair! The bitter war between the pixies had died out and despite her efforts to reinvigorate it all remained silent. She hurled a shadow dagger at the nearest tree...and missed - a mark of her frustration.
"Curses upon all..." she hissed. "And upon myself for being so pathetic to fall for it the first time...and then to have my revenge remain so...unfulfilled..."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:35 pm
He had been coming up from behind, just walking, when he heard her. He paused, and studied her. He sat back and waved his paint brush. No one should be suffering as much as she, and what was art for, if not lifting the spirit? He painted a grand mountain before her, lined with trees, clouds across the top, a pair of which sported a rainbow. Getting into it, he painted some birds to fly about, and a field of flowers where the base of the mountain came to her hooves. only once he was done did he realize that creating a new mountain might be problematic for other ponies. like map makers.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:37 pm
Senka's glare was as sharp as her daggers upon the interloper. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:43 pm
He stood and stepped out of the underbrush. "Attempting to lift your spirits with art, of course, fair lady."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:47 pm
"Fair lady?" she repeated glancing around for where this lady might be...
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 9:01 pm
"I'm sorry, is there a term you would prefer I used, or perhaps you'd grace me with your name?"
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 8:28 am
He meant me? She snorted. "I am called Senka. Master of shadows, shards, and shredding..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:29 pm
"A pleasure then, Fair Lady Senka," he replied with a flourishing bow.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:52 pm
"And what are you called oh babbling idiot?" she asked dryly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:49 pm
"I am Yamano. Yamano Genji. I am but a humble painter who seeks out art and beauty. Tell me, have you ever posed for a portrait?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:53 pm
"What type of question is that..." Senka snorted. "Of course not. My people have been fighting since before you were able to hold a paintbrush. That doesn't leave much time for silly frilly things..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:57 pm
"Are you fighting now?" he inquired politely.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:04 pm
"No..." she growled irritably. "They've made peace."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:23 pm
"There you got then. Would you allow me the honor of painting your portrait then?" He grinned and chuckled. "Err... not with this brush."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:26 pm
"Pass," she said. "No one can ever capture the shadows just right..."
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