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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 1:36 am
“Legs, who needs legs? Not I!” Alohi announced to no one in particular. Perhaps it was her frustration that led her to proclaim such things. Wishes aren't suppose to go askew. They were suppose to be good and bring you happiness yet she had no legs to pivot and dance on. She'd long since stop paying attention to where she was going or her surroundings. Swallowed up by her own thoughts and insecurities. She swirled around, staring down at her frills. “I wonder how it would feel to have those though...”
She spent most of time muttering to herself. Lost within her imagination as she tried to picture and feel the way legs would look and work with her. Alohi continued dancing along not paying attention to whats in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:01 pm
Why was it always so easy to get so lost in one's thoughts. It is not like thoughts were not so easily changed. It was not how quickly though that one could change the way of their thoughts and still be so lost in them. Surely he had not been on the same line in thought this whole time and yet he was in deed so wrapped up in his thoughts as he walked. The tall man walked slowly his dark eyes focus off in the distance as he moved. A long thick shirt swayed at his thighs and he walked. It brushed along the thick pants he wore. In his left hand he held a spine that seemed to look like one of the several jutting out from his arms. He was flipping it back and forth in his hand. A smirked tugged at the metal corner of his pierced lips and a broad green hat shaded his handsome face from the harsh but much needed to him sun.
He had not been look where he was going but he did feel the stab of his own spike into his stomach threw his thick shirt as his hand was slammed into him by a much smaller form. He grunted ever so slightly as his hand released the spine now buried in his side. His dark eyes focused and looked down at the pale figure before him and his head tilted ever so slightly. How interesting little little one was. Its skin was soft a soft coloration for most of the leg less body. Though there were dark parts to it. Morbid thoughts filled the eerily handsome male's dark mind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 11:57 pm
With her thoughts swirling and musing keeping her occupied, Alohi didn't notice the man in front of her until she bumped into him. What she did notice though was the slight ripple of pain radiating from her left arm as she twirled away from him. The pain triggered an odd reaction to her body creating a blacken aura around her petite form as her eyes squeezed shut. Taking in a deep breath, she released a heavy breath and as quickly as the aura sheathed her body, it dissipated altogether. Alohi's gaze darted between the small scratch with red globes slowly pooling out of it back to the prickly man before her.
The look in her eyes were that of confusion. “You're spiky.” she mumbled as she scooted back over to him to prod lightly against his spikes. Her earlier thought musings about having no legs were thrown out the window as she continued to poke him. “Ah, I've adapted to your spikes. It won't hurt me anymore.” She curled her legs into her being as she gazed up at him with her big golden eyes. “What are you anyways?” It was once told by her that her curiosity would one day get her into trouble, but she couldn't help herself. It was the need to know. Her deeper thoughts turned to food as she wondered if he was edible. All these thoughts made her ever so hungry. Enough so that her stomach growled audibly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 6:49 am
The pain in his side brought excitement to the cacturne man. Oh how he wanted to explore the damage done and how the wound looked. His heart had started to race the moment he felt the first bite of the thick thorn but his thoughts were torn from his own wound to the inflictor of the wound. His cold eyes grew rounded as he watched this strange change come about the young girl. This dark cloud that seemed to nearly obscure her from view. He had been about to reach out and see how tangible this darkness was when it faded. His eyes calmed and followed the glances she made from himself to the darkening wound on her arm. So she had been damaged as well. His lips pulled into a dark little smile.
He tilted his head at her comments. He was in deed spiky as she said with one of his spikes in a place and manner it should not be. He watched as she drew closer and started to touch a spine at his lower left arm. So bold in her action wasn't she? He knelt down to her level, "You have adapted huh? Though it seems damage has been done." his voice was heavily accented though it seemed to be more of a mixed accent so origin would be hard to trace. His long fingers snaked around the girls arm as he drew it closer to look at the scratch.
It was a pity it was not deeper but the way the blood bubbled up and pooled was fascinating. He was a bit let down that her blood was such a brilliant red. But he lowered his head to lick the scratch. He looked at the scratch a bit more before letting her arm go as standing. "I am the same as you. Human but not....Pokemon....and yet not."
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:29 pm
Alohi tilted her head as she continued her own little experiment, adjusting for the stranger’s movement. “Mm, my body adapts well to situations. Unless the attacks are constant, the curse eventually fades and I can be injured again.” She murmured, deep in thought. The frillish girl transferred her gaze down to her arm and rotated it slightly. “It seems so. The wound is slowly closing up though.”
The child didn’t put up a fight when he took her arm into his grasp. Her curiosity leads to her to further examine his form. Noting to herself that his thorns had a rhyme and rhythm to it before moving onto the odd ball thorn that stuck out from his center, Alohi was about to reach out and touch it when a wet sting emanated from her cut. She winced and exhaled audibly. It was a little sore, but no more than she can handle.
“We’re oddities, I suppose.” Responded Alohi as she refocused on the tasked ahead. “Being different is...refreshing.” Extending a finger, she gently poked at the misplaced thorn. Under her breath, she added. “Having legs would be more than that.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 12:58 pm
His listening of her words was not as focused as his attention on her wound. It did seem she was healing at a more rapid than a normal person but he could assume that it was similar to his healing factor and based on their Pokemon parts.
A small smirk crossed his lips as he felt her eyes looking over him as he looked over her wound. The way she wince sent a wave of excitement threw him. How wonderful. She even if what she said might be true and he could not accidentally stab her again he could still cause her to react in pain. It was something he found more than fascinating. However he had already allowed her arm to fall from his grasp. he was not going to take it back up to poke at it again he would just have to find a way to create a second wound on her.
He tilted his head as she mentioned that they were oddities. Yes it would seem they were. But was that so wrong? He felt the hollow tap of her finger touching the torn in his side. Though he could not feel the pain of his own wound though he could feel the tap. It was strange to him but it got his attention and he looked down, "Seems that the same torn that tore your arm has pierced my side. I guess we should pull it out should we not?" He asked her since her fingers were at the thorn already.
He ears caught her whipser and he shook his head, "Legs are not needed for life. Many are legless and do quiet well."
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:57 pm
Her fingers danced over the thorn, finding a proper way to grasp it. Alohi gave it a swift tug and it inched out slowly. “Legs are rather beautiful though.” she replied. “You can do many lovely things with legs.” In her mind's eye, she could see herself dancing, pirouetting across a ballroom. Maybe one day, she'll find a way to gain legs. For now, floating suits her just fine.
She tugged again before trying to wiggling it out. Somehow, she was reminded through all this tugging and pulling of her manners. “Alohi. That's my name. It means brilliant.” said the Frillish girl as she gave the thorn tug. A few more tugs later, it finally came loose. The force sent her reeling through the air for a moment before Alohi managed to catch herself and floated upright to the stranger. She offered him the odd piece of himself back with one hand as her other set on inspecting his wound. “Does it hurt?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 2:03 pm
The tall man tilted his head looking up at the sky. He comment on legs being beautiful was a strange one to him. He had to admit that he had never really thought of the legs of a person. Normally it was not a part of the body his eyes were drawn too. Though now that the thought about it it was rather beautiful when thighs and legs trembled when a body was in pain. His handsome lips tugged at the piercings at their corners as he attempted a smile and his fingers moved to brush over his lips. The thick meat of a thigh splattered with that beautiful red colored liquid. He gave a dark almost lusty chuckle and nods, "I see your point now miss...legs can be a beautiful part of the body."
Contrary to a normal person he did not seem to even flinch as she started her attempt to removed the thorn. He made no cry or grunt he did not even seem aware of her efforts until they caused his body to shift forward with strong pull from her. He then looked down at her actions his dark eyes focusing on the slow exiting of the torn from his own flesh. He licked his lips and gave a happy little sound as she yanked it from his side and went tumbling from him. Such a deep rather clean wound it was such a pity he could not feel the sting of it.
His dark eyes shone in a bit of surprise as she came back to him both offering him the offending thorn as well as moving to touch his side and inspect the wound. She was not shying from it how strange. Though it was not too odd for those who were squeamish to be able to look at a wound on his body for what flowed from the wound was not the crimson of blood but instead it was a thick mass of amber semi wet sand. "I can feel no pain from it Alohi. I was unaware I had been impaled until your tugging." He shrugged and inspected the torn as he gave his name, "My name is Amit Wahab Zahir, you may call me any of the names you find easier. The meaning of each have been lost upon me long ago."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:18 pm
The idea of lust was one Alohi had yet to comprehend. The expression worn on his face was long lost to her, but she could understand that legs and they way the moved were mesmerizing indeed. Her thoughts on the subject were always pondering of how it would feel to move around with them. Would she still be able to float freely? Will they be heavy? She pondered on the shapes and textures of those awkward appendages if they were attached to her form. “Mm, they are very beautiful.” she nodded
Alohi was far from squeamish as she prodded at the odd sand. A girl who once upon a time used to ensnare her victims between her then stinging frills and drag their paralyzed form to the bottom of the sea. Of course, that was just her eating habits then. She was more or less an animal then, driven by instincts. “Your blood is weird.” murmured Alohi as she swirled her fingers through the wet sand.
At the sound of his name, she stopped for a moment and glanced up at him. “If the meaning is lost, why keep the name?” she questioned, it was the innocent inquiry of a naïve child. “Perhaps you should find one that has meaning to you? Or a title perhaps. Names are important, my mother said. The represent you and who you are.” She gathered up a bit of sand and begun rolling it between her fingers. “Or you could find the meaning of it once again. I could help you, if you'd allow me to.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 5:31 pm
His dark almost glowing eyes watched as she gathered some of his blood. "My blood is less and less blood as I grow older. The longer I shall live the less like 'normal' blood it will remain." It was a bit interesting to see someone else playing with blood. But he was not going to comment on it just incase it would stop her from enjoying and exploring his blood.
"I keep the name because I have had it since before I can remember. The name is me as much as I am though the meaning to myself may be lost. It may be important since I have three names to your single name." He tilted his head slowly, "You would help me to find my name. Why would offer such a thing?" He reached down to gather some of his own blood. "If it is for my blood you may take some home with you. I have plenty to spare."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 1:19 pm
For a while, Alohi gazed up at him in silence. Simply listening and observing. Amit was indeed a curious man. She wasn't sure yet which of the three names she would like to call him. The thought of simply calling him by his initials because of her indecisiveness passed by, but she shrugged off considering it to be rude. She didn't wish to offend someone that she had only just met. Amit would have to do for now.
With that settled, she turned her attention to more curious things. His blood for instance. “So it turns into sand? How interesting..” murmured Alohi as she squished the substance between her fingers.
On the matter of his name though, she huffed and pouted. “Well, you must be special for having three names, but aren't you curious about it's meaning or why three? Is it because your age?” She leaned in to gather more blood in her hand. “Life is droll without a little adventure. Besides, don't you want to remember the meaning of your name? Names are important, y'know. It's a sum of who you are.” Squishing the wet sand between her fingers, Alohi giggled. “And all this is not for your blood. Just a little kindness from a passing stranger. That's all.” The sand felt gooey and funny between her fingers and she rather enjoyed it. Perhaps a little too much.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:14 pm
Amrit was growing more and more found of this ghostly young female. He was very interested in the growing interest in playing with his blood that she was doing. Maybe he would have to find where she resided and continue to visit her as his blood continued to change. He reached into his thick sleeve and pulled free a vail then handed it to her, "When you are finished playing you may place it within this vail and you may keep it. I do not mind." His blood was thicker than just wet sand and had the iron smell of blood but was not as sticky persa but it had a almost gooey feel.
"I do believe my blood shall turn fully into sand the longer I remain alive on this earth. I do not intend to die to see if it will revert to blood before stopping in my veins though so I must wait and see if sand it will fully become." He his lips gave a half smirk just watching her fingers working, kneading the substance firmly within his both. It was starting to cool now.
"I do not know if I would call myself special. It was a different time back then where multiple names were common I believe. Now it is common enough for creatures to live with a single name and nothing more." he raised a brow and watched her with his head tilted slightly to the side, "So the name is important huh? A sum of what I am? I have never thought of what I was." He laughed softly, "A passing kindness from a stranger. What an odd concept. I have never know them to be kind or helpful. Not without the expectation of some reward. What would you be wishing in return for you help with the meaning and origin of my names?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 3:50 am
Alohi glanced up at him before her eyes shifted to the vial. The young ghost girl reached up eagerly to retrieve the offered vial. She shifted the blood once more between her fingers before letting the thick goop slide into the glass tube. With a satisfied giggle, she capped it. “Thank you!” she chimed happily. “I shall study it to see if there is a change. Maybe it might turn more into sand the longer I have it.”
“Oh, but you are special. In this day and time with singular name and titles given to people, you stand out. Hence why knowing the meaning of your three names matter. You are sort of like a prince among us pauper folks with our one name.” She fiddled with the vial as she forced herself to float in place. Her cheeks flushed a rosy color for a moment before fading. The offer had her embarrassed. She didn't want to make him think that wanted something more from him. For the sake of knowledge was her reasoning. Alohi fiddled with a piece of her hair shyly.“I want nothing really. I simply wish to aide you in this endeavor to seek the truth to your names.”
“And if you truly insist on gifting me something in return, this vial of your blood will do. So, I owe you something in return...”
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:28 am
Amit watched the ghost girl as she looked at him and the vail. He was a bit surprised to see how happy it made her. She really was peaking an interest more and more in the cacturne teen. He liked to see someone as excited about blood, and his strange blood. It annoyed him and yet seemed to be thrilling her. "I wonder if it would change wail it is not within my body. I guess I shall have to find you again after a wail and see if it has turned to sand wail outside of my body.
At her comment a rare thing happened, Amit smiled one of real amusement and he chuckled. It was almost a happy sound for once without the dark humor that normally laced in his laugh. The thought of him being a prince was more than laughable. But he did have to admit that he felt more entitled and dominate to everyone else. So maybe this young frillish female was onto something. He saw her cheek darken which meant her blood was flowing more strongly and he reached out wanting to draw the flowing blood but brought his hand back. "No one really seeks to do good for others. If they do secretly they desire more from them. But if you wish then my vail of blood shall pay you for your looking up my name." he smirked and though she was a child she seemed to have a broad knowledge and smirked, "I can only wonder Alohi..if you find out I am in fact royalty if your want shall change. But let us see how it goes." He smirked and reached out to tap the vail of his jelly blood, "If my blood ever does dry up I will just have to refill it for you each time you find out something of my name."
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