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 Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 11:42 pm
((Open to anyone who might be found around the theater! Primarily for Desdemona and Enki's family.))  Her pride and joy, the litter of cubs, all purples and blues and deep greys--proof of her love for her stoic blood-giver. Desdemona was smiling--and she had been smiling for over a week now, ever since the idols had awoken into these little bundles of joy. Today was a big day--a day she had been promising for days now: the day she introduced her cubs to the theater of Days Past. To the building, the rooms, the hallways and workshops, all of the little pieces of mundane magic that combined to create a masterpiece of wonderment; to the people, Dark Tribe and Earth Tribe and all the tribes in between that, together, perpetuated this magic, wove it together to create a new form of life hitherto unseen in this world. Desdemona loved Enki, and of course she loved her sons and daughter as well, but she loved the theater, too, in a different way--different, but just as powerful. She had friends here, loyal friends, and she had associates, and people she looked up to, heroes and heroines alike. Of course she was going to share her love with her children! Introduce her many diverse and various loves together, mix them all up, and create one big, lovely pot of love.
She counted the cubs up, one by one, in a ritual that had already become instinct. Serious Sirsir, proud Mare Teatru, creative Gilgamesh, and shy Neola. Each of them a little gem in the darkness, and she knew where each of them was. She breathed a sigh of relief. She did not know what she would do if she were to lose sight of any one of them, besides collapse into a ball of panic, terror, and self-hatred. They were her babies! And now, waiting to begin, her mind provided her with a list of all of the dangers to be found in the theater--falling sandbags, heavy sets, the candles, the floorboards, the heights, everything, absolutely everything!
Oh dear. Maybe this was not such a good idea in the first place... It was not that Sirsir did not love his mother. Of course he loved his mother. He had come into this world already full of love and affection for her, put in him by the Weaver, probably. But he had...trouble with his mother. Her fussing. Her hovering. Her swishing back and forth, always worrying, always fretting, when what she should be doing was, well, acting. Going forward. Taking life as it was about to come. Why did she not yet realize that things were going to happen, that he and his siblings were going to grow up, and to do that they had to learn and experience? So she had been babying them instead, and frankly, Sirsir was sick of it already. He stuck closely to his younger brother, Mare Teatru, partially out of a desire to avoid his mother's fussing, and partially to avoid any potential fussing on Gil's part. If Gil was so particular about his appearance, the Weaver knew what Gil might think of Sirsir's own messy looks.
Sirsir's fur was sticking out in all directions, and he really did not mind it like that. It was comfortable. That was that. So long as the hair in his long, pointed ears was pointed in the right direction--a chore in itself!--he really did not care whether he looked good or not. He wondered briefly if wings needed maintenance, leading to a heightened awareness of one's own looks. It was worth investigating, though perhaps not right now. He was far too busy being impatient and glaring at his mother as she counted them, repeatedly, under her breath.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 4:42 pm
 Her ears swiveled around with every new sound she heard. Some of the sounds kept her attention longer, tail twitching to a rhythm as her paws seemed ready to move to a beat that was forming in her mind. A gift of the Weaver, she thought. An ability to find music in everything and a way to dance to it. Just like she was beginning to do now. A big grin sprang along her lips, eyes closing a little as she stepped forward, then to the side and back. Forward again. One step back-
Neola squeaked, eyes opening wide as she stumbled back into one of her brothers. "I'm sorry!" And then she giggled, wings flaring and folding back against her back. Maybe she'd have to modify this brewing dance into a duet!
A swooshing sound had the cub twisting to look up just in time to squeak again and duck as her Shadow landed beside them. Neola pawed at him, the bolf flicking his tail at the cubs. Oh right. She still wasn't sure what mama thought of her shadow! He wasn't dangerous! Poor mama worried so much.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 9:23 pm
 Enki stood behind the cubs as Desdemona counted them, it was strange. He had traveled most of his life and yet he felt quite peaceful here. Though a lot of the time these cubs were a handful. Desdemona was always on their heels. It was something quite amusing to watch. His mate had boundless energy at least it seemed. Though what he could see at least.
As an earth balam Enki was quite out of sorts. His vision wasn't near as good as most who lived in the cavern city. If it weren't for the dim fungal lights enki would be completely blind here. The first person he had met in this place had been Desdemona. he had hardly expected to find she to be his other half. Then again, it made sense. They were very much the opposite of eachother. While Desdemona was a light in the dark, he was a shadow in the light. They completed each other.
While Enki had chosen to live in the theater to be near his mate(who had received special permission from the Magus to also be his protector) He hardly ventured far from this place his mate loved and he understood how much she wanted to share it with her children.
 Gilgamesh stood beside Sirsir trying hard not to fix his brothers fur. Why Was it so out of place. ugh. Puleeze.... Mother would probably fix it soon. At least he hoped. It was going to drive him crazy. While Gil refused to have a hair out of place. He wanted to look his best. he was gorgeous or at least he would be if he kept up his appearance.
Gil stayed in line as mother counted them, he actually quite liked her doting attention. He wished he got more from father though. Gils wings suddenly flared out in surprise as his sister stepped on him. Ugh now he'd have to fix his fur again.
"Owch, Neola Watch it you messed up my fur!" Gil exclaimed as she stepped on him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 9:03 am
Mare Teatru carefully watched the going ons of everyone around him. His family moved around so much and all they were really doing was standing and waiting to be accounted for! It was a sight to behold for sure. Sirsir was probably the least worrisome of his siblings, or so it seemed to Mare. And that was nice. Making it even better when Sirsir would stay closer to him. Since they both wanted to try and stay out of Gilgamesh's spotlight. If mother started fretting over him and they were near, she was sure to start fretting over them as well. And that would mean that they wouldn't be able to explore anything at all! Not until she was sure that they were all alright anyway. It could potentially set back her counting and assuring herself as well. Mare thought his sister was certainly alright. Though she liked to move the most out of his siblings. Always dancing about to her imaginary music. He did like her movements though... It would be nice to put her in one of his plays that had dancing. She would be very good at it, of this he was sure. Of course he would have to ask her opinion on the music as well. He was sure she could help him get a good musical number!
Shaking his head out a bit, he didn't want to think too much about his next play until he was free to. It would have to be a time when he was able to actually get something down in his mind. Something that would stick for sure. And he would be able to concentrate on what elements he wanted for it. He looked over at his brothers again. It was strange how different they all were. Gilgamesh was such a vain and proper thing. Having to have everything perfect at all times on himself and around himself. Sirsir was the only one without wings like their mother. Though he decided that this was a good thing since their father didn't have wings either. This way maybe their father would feel better about not having wings? If he had any feelings about it that is. Maybe him not having wings had a lot to do with his laid back feelings? That was certainly a possibility. It was funny how many directions fur could go in... Now their sister, as he already mentioned to himself, was something to behold. She would probably enjoy the business of entertaining just as much as Mare himself! Even if she did move around too much...
As these thoughts completed in his mind, his sister backed right up into Gilgamesh! Completely involuntarily, Mare let out a bit of a snorted giggle at his brothers misfortune. He knew he shouldn't have as soon as it happened, but he just couldn't help it! Gilgamesh even went so far as to complain that his fur was now mussed and he would have to fix it. Certainly he could stand up fine to a giggle. Carefully his eyes followed the "shadow" that had landed next to his sister. Maybe one day he would get his own... Then they could play together! That would be fun...
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