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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 9:31 pm
 First meeting RP of Dooma's Weaver Durranlisais-fire619's Marikitsu
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 10:10 pm
Another week came and gone, the tough second litter daughter of the Durran clan was growing restless and bored. Her family was tight enough and more than large enough but she often kept to herself. She was not a fan of all the young one learning and practicing magic. Some of the practicing could go array and Weaver was not one to want it to involve her. She had nothing against those who could use magic, and she was not jealous, but she found nothing special in it. It actually bore her.
Right now Weaver had grabbed a beer and was walking along a trail path in a park drinking it. Her eyes were half hooded as she let her mind wander. She had no intention to have children her self, at least not any time soon and she was not the best with children. They were so loud and annoying and needed to be handled with too much care. She needed someone she could knock heads with and just chill with.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 1:52 pm
The purple-blue and gold winged male sat alone on an abandoned swing in some forgotten play park for kids. He was pretty sure the small park was forgotten for he would show up at all times of the day to clear his thoughts and he had never seen another soul around. It shouldn't have surprised Mari that this place he has stumbled upon was abandoned. For he was always alone. Some were scared of him for how he looked which didn't generally spark up conversations and more put a spark under the others tail till they high tailed it out of there. He honestly wasn't a bad guy. Heck he caught the bad guys or well did before he retired. He was still young to be honest but catching those who do harm to others does make you older mentally. He didn't want to continue in this bleak darkness by himself. That was why he hoped that the park would have kids. To show him life. To show him all his hard work and the fight against evil had a purpose and he hadn't spent years of his life wasted.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 2:15 pm
Large pale ears flicked as a sound caught their attention as Weaver emerged next to the park's rickety old playground. She saw a figure siting on the swings and cursed under her breath. She had intended to swing allow herself but it looked like for once the abandoned swings had life apart from herself. She sighed and gave a shrug, she had already stepped out into the open and ducking back into the partly over grown path would be to obvious that she was avoid the playground now. Calmly the dark haired female walked towards the swings, "That one is not taken is it?" She asked the dark furred brightly adorn male, nodding her head to the empty swing next to him, her pale fingers drumming the bottle in her right paw.
Waever's fingers were long and clearly showed that they were hard working. Her figure was tall and muscular. It was clear she was a vixen would cold handle her own in a fight but her full chest and round hips showed that despite her height and build there was no question to her femininity. Normally she would just take up the swing but the male looked like he was rather into his own thoughts and she knew when one wanted to be along it was best not to intrude.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 12:56 pm
Marikitsu’s ears swiveled to life as they caught a soft curse. This caused his head to jerk up to see what had caused someone’s distress. Though he was pretty sure he was the cause he didn’t want to upset any little kid with his appearance and for being there. But what he found in front of him was so not what he had been expecting. There in front of him stood a fair fur/skinned woman with piercing green eyes and a green streak in her hair. She had body hugging jeans on and what appeared to be boots. Her shirt was a plain tank top but her hot pink choker drew his attention to her neck. She was very lovely to look at and well he just might have swallowed his tongue as his mind raced over her appearance and it took him a second to realize she had asked him something. Swing? Oh right she was asking about the swing.
Clearing his throat he shook his head and mumbled out in a hushed tone “No its not you can go ahead and have it. Sorry.” He didn’t know why he was apologizing but he couldn’t help but outer the soft sorry. He moved to one side of his swing more to give her the space she may or may not need but it was best to have it there anyways. After all he was a scared up stranger. His gaze flicked to the bottle in her hand but he made no comment of it. He honestly didn’t know what was in it and it be rude to make judgments.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 8:43 pm
Weaver was aware that the handsome male was looking her over. It was made all that more obvious but his hard clearing of his throat before he spoke. She did not think such a building punk looking male would be so almost bashful. He stole her own glances over him. The golden hue of his wings collar and hair was made all that more brilliant by his dark fur. And as he swung his trifecta of tails swayed. It was strange how he moved for her almost as if he was afraid of her.
Glancing at his jewel like eyes they looked almost pained and mournful. Clearly he was not as hard as he appeared. Maybe all the adornments were simply a front. "No need to be sorry." She said as she made her way to the swing allowing her tail to brush just lightly against his thigh before she sat on the old swing. She started to kick her legs getting some movement going. "I have never seen you around her before...are you new to the area?"
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