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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 1:27 pm
 It was a bright morning, and as Khuluma woke up, it was to the rolling sound of insects in the distance and a bird of prey overhead. Yawning, the cub stretched out and arched his back, letting his wings spread wide and open as he then ached in and out. He liked sleeping in, but the morning was the best time for him to travel while it was still cool. He made the mistake of flying during the day when the sun was highest and it left him feeling sick and weak. Instead, he woke up in the morning where it was cooling and the grass felt cool under his paws.
Padding, he looked out as the deep reds and oranges of the dawn approached. He still felt overwhelmed at times at just how beautiful everything was. When he first flew down here, he was taken in by the blue sky and green earth, and each day gave him something new to look at. Deciding to stretch, he went for a walk before taking off. “I see a sky that is blue, but that sky is different to you. His is orange and she sees red, and I see black before I going to bed!” He hummed, happy to play his own little tune. Rhyming was a fun word game in the morning, and it was true. He liked things that made sense.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:45 am
 Kazi had been sleeping before an annoying singing over head woke him up. He growled a little and rolled over moving his paws over his ears. When that didn't work he stood up and watched the gold lion flying up in the sky.
"Will you cut it out or learn to sing!" He roared up at the godling. He wasn't in the mood for bad singing, though whether the singing was bad or not depended completely on Kazi's mood. He was in a bad mood this morning for the obvious reason he had been awoken. His domain meant that generally he was tuned in to various things such as music and more so song. So to be woken up when he didn't want to wasn't something he was overly happy about.
He curled back up completely ignoring whatever the godling was doing and with his paws over his ears he decided he would try to sleep again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:24 am
The godling had been trying to think of his next verse when the problem was solved for it. Someone had yelled up at him to be quite. The shout had startled him, and he nearly lost his balance in the air. Stopping in mid-air, still a tricky feat, he looked down for the owner of the grumpy voice. It wasn’t hard to spot the god, what with his rainbow wings and splotches of color on a slate gray pelt. While it was exciting to see another god this fresh in the new day, the tone of voice didn’t seem at all pleasant.
Gliding down, he landed with a few stumbling footsteps before he stopped himself and tiptoed his way over to the god. “You can’t learn t sing if you don’t practice first.” He argued back, finding that if of all people to complain about a song about color, this god would be the one. The god was practically overflowing with the different colors of the world. Reds, oranges, blues and greens encompassed his body. It was mesmerizing, and Khuluma lowered down on his stomach to look at the colors. It seemed this god wanted to rest, and since he wanted to talk to him, he decided he’d wait for him to wake up and then have a chat. He hoped the god would be in a better mood when he did.
To occupy his time, he looked at the colors and tried to think of what they reminded him of. First off, overall, the wings made him think of Rokopelli, who had similar wings. He wondered if they were friends. Down to the actual colors, the reds made him think of early morning, berries, and when he pricked his paw. The blue made him think of the sky, glistening water, and shadows on ice – Like in the God haven. The purple, with a smile, made him think of the God of pleasure, and grapes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 5:45 am
He grunted at the comment and turned to sleep though he was more then aware that the other was still by. He would rest though, after all he wanted to and he always got what he wanted.
Had he met Rokopelli? Oh yes, he wouldn't ever forget the scheming theiving goddess who had copied his wings. Oh yes he would never forget that stupid female. So friends, they weren't and never would be for Kazi was not one to forgive and forget.
After a while as he realised the cub really wasn't going to go he turned around and stared at him.
"What do you want? I don't do singing lessons." He spoke harshly. This cub was so not worth talking to.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 8:51 am
Ah, his mood hadn’t improved after a few more moments of resting. Really, he was only admiring. This god was handsome and colorful, attracting the eye, so why would the god not want to be looked at? It was not staring, but admiring, and Khuluma thought he was being polite in not bothering the man, but apparently he was. Still, he was up, and he was talking. In Khuluma’s book, that meant only good things.
“Nope. I wish to talk, and I need no lessons on being able. I’m more an expert on talking than singing, I promise you that.” The golden god gave a smile and rose up, shaking his fur. “..but you can sleep if you want. I can wait. I’ve been admiring your colors. They remind me of Rokopelli, the goddess of Confusion. Are you two related?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:22 am
Now if he hadn't mentioned that Goddess the two might have had what Kazi would have thought of a reasonable conversation but the mention of that good for nothing thief brought a rather vicious snarl to Kazi.
"Related to scum like her? I think not! How dare you insult me, I am related to no thieves especially not scummy ones like her." He snarled at the male, the admiring comments that were made previously long forgotten. It was a shame really, the two could have got on rather well if it wasn't for that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:57 am
A thief?! He didn’t know if Rokopelli could have been anything close. True, she was odd, but she was so oblivious to what way was up and down that he doubted she could steal unless she didn’t notice. He was sure it had to be a misunderstanding, but Kazi seemed too angry to start even seeing reason.
The cub was not use to snarling of this kind, and he ducked down, stomach on the ground and ears back. He did however extend his claws, unimpressive as they were.
“I did not know you were angry with her or that you thought she was a theif. I didn’t mean to offend! I was just asking you because your wings look similar. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to the first conclusion.” This was bad, and he had a inborn sense that he was in danger, and it might be best for his safety to leave. Yet, he still wanted to talk. He found someone here, a god, and he didn’t want to leave on bad terms if he could keep it that way.
This would be a hard one to talk to, but he would try.
“I’ve met her, and I don’t think she was scum. She never stole from me, but I guess that doesn’t mean she couldn’t have. It’s just, maybe you were confused. That is her domain after all. Maybe she got confused too. She sees things differently. If you have a argument with her, you should speak to her, as I am not Rokopelli. I should hope you two would. Fighting across distances is never good when no one can hear you, and if you are still angry, then you should resolve it with her. ” Khuluma was keeping his eyes up at the god, despite feeling shivers run up and down his spine, and spoke as clearly as he could, though it was faster than he expected.
“You said she was a thief? What did she steal?” Maybe this was all just a huge misunderstanding. Rokopelli had been nothing but nice to him. She held him close, laughed a lot, and warned him about a dangerous god. It hardly seemed like a fitting profile for a thief.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 10:07 am
"What did she steal? You have already said!" He snarled at the cub some more.
"She stole my wings! I met her when she was a mere cub, younger then I am and about your age, she had my wings, duplicated them. I was not confused unless she was pretending but you have proved she was not. For that alone I never want to hear of her. She is scum, she can't even have her own wings, she has to steal someone else's, MINE." Of course she didn't actually steal them but Kazi was a juve and she was a cub when they met and he had been egotistical and rather uptight then, just as he is now but in an immature way. This belief had just stuck with him through life.
"If you like her so much why don't you go play thieves with her." He was still snarling. He didn't forget things and talking to her about it? No. She stole them and unless she changed them he would want nothing more to do with her though the thought of changing them permanently for her did spring to mind.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:10 am
The fact that Rokopelli could steal wings was something hard to believe, but he had met enough gods to know not to doubt what they could or could not do. He also had a hard time picturing this god any younger than he was, since he seemed large and ferocious to him now. For that reason, Khuluma stayed pinned to the ground in hopes of making him look small and harmless. This was not his fight, but he did not like his friends insulted. Rokopelli had been nice to him, and while he could not say he was there to understand it all, he would stand up for her.
However, this god wanted nothing to do with her and probably would be happy to never hear her name uttered until time expired. The god must have loved his wings, which was any wonder. They were beautiful, colorful, and lots of people would envy them. Not him of course. His wings were lovely white and gold, perfect for his form.
A new thought dawned on him and he stood up, smiling. “That’s it! She was envious of you. Your beautiful wings and color – of course she would want to copy you. Don’t you know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? She was not trying to steal from you. If she wanted to cause you great harm, she would steal your wings from you and try and ruin your image and make her own seem better. Instead, she was honoring you! She wanted to be like you and be just as pretty. I’m sure she didn’t mean to insult you, but instead wanted the opposite.”
Khuluma stepped closer, grinning. “Just because someone has the same colored eyes or the same colored hair doesn’t mean that as pieces, it makes them like you. You are you and no one else can copy that. Overall, each piece of you is unique and Rokopelli would have to steal each piece to be you. She didn’t. She only wanted to get the colors that inspired her. Just like I like the colors of certain flowers, if I loved them deeply, I would want to color myself as them because I appreciated them and found them beautiful.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:41 am
"Do you not get the hint. Shut up about her." He snarled some more.
"Even if she envied them she stole them. No one should have my wings, NO ONE." He shouted the last bit at the cub, maybe he would get the hint then. "No one can ruin my image but oh i can ruin theirs." And with that he hummed a small song and let the cubs colours vanish from him to be dull and dark colours. They would vanish as soon as the cub noticed, Kazi wanted to prove a point today, otherwise he would leave them to be annoying.
"Now are you going to leave or shut up?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:28 pm
He didn’t get it. Even when the other god could see that Rokopelli might be wanting to look like him because she thought he was beautiful, the god felt he was entitled to have his wings look like they were without anyone in the entire world having the same colors. How was that even possible? He was sure there was someone out there that had spots like him or a white chest, but it was all the parts of him that made him beautiful. No one could copy him entirely, but this god was taking even a piece of him copied to heart. Trying to get him to talk to Rokopelli would put the goddess in danger, and it didn’t’ look like if he talked more that the god would listen. He could hurt him!
Then, did that mean, there was just some people you couldn’t reason with? It seemed so, and anger and a already established grudge were not something he could just walk up and change. He could only hope the god would just think about what he said and become good friends with Rokopelli later down the road. Right now, he had to be worried about his own hide.
“I’ll….shut up.” If he could. Shutting up was hard for the god. Really hard. He closed his lips and remained looking up at the god, his body pressed on the ground. Maybe he would just calm down in a while. Khuluma really didn’t want to leave this god mad. It was his fault after all that he brought up the goddess and made him angry. He didn’t even get this god’s name yet!
Frowning, he looked back at himself and noticed that all of his colors were missing. Well, not so much missing, but all had changed to a sickly pattern of grays and whites. They were just ugly!! When he noticed, they started to flash back and he breathed out. He really thought all of his pretty colors were gone! His eyes looked up to the god, finding a deep sense of fear in that the god could make him look so unappealing. What a terrible power. Maybe he should get away while he still looked nice.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 3:36 am
Kazi smirked at the look on the gods face when he saw his colours drain away in fact he even let out a chuckle. Oh how he adored doing that to others, watching them loose the colours or look that felt so dear to them. It was something that Kazi adored and he wouldn't change his powers for the world.
"I think I shall take the colour of her wings away from her, it would save future issues." It was a statement, one that he didn't want or expect a comment on.
He then laid himself back down, his head on his paws but he watched the godling, wondering whether he would stay or go. This was at last becoming amusing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:11 am
He was very aware that he could turn tail and leave, but the god hooked him. He couldn’t leave when he was plotting something against his friend, and while it just seemed mean. Then again, the fact the god laughed when he saw his colors drain meant he enjoyed stripping someone of their vibrant hues. An appeal to compassion wasn’t working. He’d have to take a new approach. He wanted to get down to the root of this problem. If not, the rainbow god could do something to Rokopelli’s beautiful wings or possibly hurt her out of having his name associated with her. If the god was yelling at him just for bringing the subject up, how would he deal when he saw the goddess? Khuluma was here now and as a friend, wanted to look out for those he knew.
“You can take colors away, but could you just arrange her colors differently? If it is a increasing problem for you to be associated with someone who is in turn lowering your name, it would just correct the problem if you arranged the rainbow backwards or changed the design. Then no one would associate her with you. Punishing someone from a misunderstanding is pointless. Rokopelli probably doesn’t know she angered you, and it’s been a while since you even approached her on the issue. You’re angry now, but why didn’t you find her before and change it then? Why didn’t you talk to her when she made you angry by having those colors? ”
Khuluma questioned the god from his place on the ground, pressed down and tucked in. Thus far, his tactic to be small and tiny felt like it was working best.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:03 am
Kazi just laughed.
"Keep talking but YOU are the one too blame. I had forgotten all about her and would have not even spared a seconds thought on her until you brought it back up. Blame yourself." He chuckled again and stood up stretching his wings and turning away from him.
He walked away a little and let the colours on his own body change and so soon he was, it seemed, not there. He blended in with his surroundings and so he kept on moving, the colours changing to fit his surroundings with every step. The godling wouldn't be able to follow him now. He also had no intention of finding this other goddess, he was too lazy for that. If they crossed paths however it would be a very different thing. For now though there was another goddess he would happily annoy, he just needed to find something to use as earplugs first.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:46 am
Had he been at fault for simple chatter? Simply bringing up her name made him remember, but he still didn’t feel that was right. His anger was his own, and something that started with him long before he came around. Passing the blame to him was not right, It wasn’t! Unfortunately, anything he had left to say was stopped by Kazi’s intolerance of the subject. With a turn of the god’s tail, he started to melt into the very fabric of his surroundings and out of Khuluma’s vision. Standing up, the cub felt enraged that he would simple choose not to acknowledge anything and leave him with that final note. It felt cowardly!
Angry, he stood up and breathed deep. “This hate was yours the moment you became angry at Rokopellio and decided not to talk to her about it. Being grumpy about something you aren’t willing to talk to her about yet getting angry at everyone else is pointless. It helps no one to be angry without voicing it. If you have a problem that makes you that angry, you should talk about it to the person you’re angry with. Yelling at me won’t solve anything!”
He breathed out, panting, but heard nothing. Frowning, he lifted his wings, about to fly off, but staring at the ground. With one more breath, he called out again. “ I really did want to be your friend. Maybe …Maybe next time! Goodbye – God Of Colors!” With a grim expression, he turned about, feeling bad after the conversation he just had, and worrying that the unnamed god would hurt his friend. He would have to warn her when he saw her again. For now, he looked over his shoulders and guessed that there was no pleasing some people, especially if you dropped the wrong name. He only hoped that in the future, he would meet the God again, and they could talk about something else. He also hoped the god would think about what he said, even just a tiny bit.
With that, Khuluma spread his golden-tipped wings, taking off into the sky. This time around, he didn’t feel much like singing about colors.
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