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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 7:47 pm
The house lies on a flat plain near a forested area with a lake nearby where small fish spawn every spring. A towering oak tree looms over the structure like a sentient guardian and the nearest home is over a half-mile away. A network of old, dirt trails pave the way to the house and the only well-worn one is the path from the back door to the garden. The house itself is medium-sized and noteworthy only because of its dark violet coloring, it has six bedrooms including a library, a writing room, bedroom, a kitchen/dining room, a living room and a laundry room.
The supposed living room looks nearly untouched, it is the writing room and library that show signs of being frequently inhabited. There are papers of all sizes and ages scrolling messily from a desk, kept in place by several pencils of various shapes and wear. The library is full of ancient leather-bound books and a single cushioned chair that has seen better days.
There is a faint burned smell in the kitchen that tells of a recently failed cooking attempt and the fresher scent of Italian take-out. Classical music full of violin and flute solos floats out the open window, accompanied by the sound of laughter and general joviality. The house draws all those outside to come indoors, its inviting exterior amplied by the air of happiness coming from the inside.
Welcome to the house of Ourania and her dustlings, Freya and Odin.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 12:49 pm
Pronounced: FRAY-a
Meaning: The goddess of Love; Lady. Alternatively spelled Freyja, Freija, or Froya
Origin: Norse Mythology
Nicknames: Frey, Mommy
Species: Dustling Dragon
Type: Winged
Gender: Female
Skills/Talents: Can mother anyone, regardless of age, species or size; possesses flying capabilites.
Notable features: Two large, fully-functional wings sprouting from her back
Disabilities: None
Offspring: Ceridwen, Ninniach, Urian
Personality: Having grown into quite the strict mother from living with Ourania's craziness, Freya is the rule enforcer among her growing family. She is still surprisingly tidy, but now prefers to have others clean up their messes rather than perform the task for them.
Although the dustling is not very old, she has been known to play up her age when dealing with others and is a firm believer in the old "with age, comes wisdom" theory. She prefers to acquaint herself with others rather than become openly friendly, apparently because she thinks that forming too many bonds will soften her completely.
At heart, however, Freya is still very much a romantic, and likes to daydream when no one is looking, though she would deny it vehemently if caught. She has high aspirations for her daughter, if only she could get her to stand still.
History: After a failed relationship landed her with a handful of dustling babies, Freya became even less obliging with mistakes. She is now firmly set in her ways and certain that she does not need another male around the house to tell her what to do. Though she would not admit it, she is more cordial towards females in general.
As a child, she enjoyed sleeping in laundry piles (which she misses) and listening to Ourania read to her. Although these characteristcs faded with time, she still occasionally indulges in reminiscing.
Likes: Flying, cleaning, speaking in civil tones with her offspring, novels, keeping busy
Dislikes: Males to a small degree, arguing, being wrong
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 11:37 am
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 2:14 pm
Pronounced: ke-RID-wen
Meaning: Blessed poetry; the Celtic goddess of poetry
Origin: Welsh mythology
Nickname: Ceri
Species: Dustling Dragon
Type: Corrupted
Gender: Female
Skills/Talents: Irritating her mother; getting into trouble; flying
Notable features: Leathery wings
Disabilities: None
Offspring: None
Personality: Stubborn as her mother with a meaner edge, Ceridwen likes to pretend that she knows more than she really does. Never having grown out of her rebellious teenage days, the corrupt dustling does the exact opposite of what is expected of her, claiming little to no responsibility for her actions. Thankfully, she is beginning to lose some of her edge with time and Freya's insistent teachings, but she is still irreverent towards those who anticipate respect.
Though she acts tough, Ceri can be hurt fairly easily which is why the shield of repulsion she puts up is so strong. She is reluctant to meet new dustlings which may be a trait picked up from her mother, but she doesn't flinch away when the opportunity offers itself.
History: Ceridwen grew up under the wings of her mother and the goofy attention of Odin. Because of the father figure around the house, she never really missed seeing her absent parent, but always wondered why it was so easy for him to step out of their lives.
Likes: Quiet, winning arguments with her mother, wandering, eating new foods
Dislikes: Being told what to do, losing, sweets
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 10:13 am
Pronounced: SOLE
Meaning: Sun; the Norse goddess of the sun
Origin: Norse mythology
Nickname: Sunspot, Parrot
Species: Star fox
Type: Regular
Gender: Female
Skills/Talents: Hiding in little known places; finding treasures
Notable features: Pale, almost translucent white fur on the majority of her body that glows faintly
Disabilities: None
Offspring: None
Personality: A little spoiled after Odin's constant care, Sol is an inquisitive little beast who thoroughly enjoys playing hide and seek with herself and any valuables left out in the open. She particularly loves mimicking people, either in movements or in speech, and appears to be afraid of nothing, though she is wary of others of her species.
She is particularly sweet on Odin, though Freya's mothering rubs her fur the wrong way and Ceridwen's devil-may-care attitude irritates her.
History: Though being reared by dustlings did not stunt her mischievous air, it did cause the little fox to build a resistence up toward other star foxes. Overall she gets along better with dragons and will go out of her way to meet them.
Likes: Burying things with Odin, playing in the attic or underground, learning things no one else knows about, dustling dragons, sun bathing
Dislikes: Being trapped, dirt in her fur, being afraid of her own kind
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 7:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2005 3:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 12:15 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 6:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 1:07 pm
Dated Solo RPs.Lady_Ourania Freya stared at the newest addition to the family, currently only a small pile of purple dust, and wondered if she had ever looked that ridiculous. She assured herself that, no, she had been perfectly normal looking; this particular dustling, Odin, Ourania called it, was just silly.
The small female looked at the pile of star dust from all sides, trying to ascertain if there was anything aesthetic about it at all. Surely it would grow out of its outrageous looks and become less abnormal.
Frey poked at it with one curled claw curiously, jumping back when a faint noise emanated from it. She sat back down cautiously, deciding to watch it for the time being.
Ourania stood at the doorway to the kitchen, mixing a batter for pancakes and watching the pink dust's actions worriedly. She hoped that when Odin grew, Frey would become more friendly and less jealous. Lady_Ourania Not only had the little purple dustling grown out of his dust stage in the last few months, but he had also managed to get himself into more trouble than any other dust Frey had seen. The first day that he had learned to walk he'd managed to knock over an inkwell, permanently cursing the carpeting to a wretched existence. Not only that, but he had also chewed a hole in Ourania's favorite shirt, ripped up Freya's small bed with his claws, and somehow allowed his little body to get stuck in the small space between the bookshelves.
Freya could only snort in disbelief. She had never been this terrible as a child. She could vaguely recall a few papers and other small objects having been lost forever to the pit of her stomach, but surely it had been nothing as bad as this.
Still, the male had wormed its way into a corner of her heart. As he approached her, a bouquet of milkweed and dandelions protruding from his mouth, he let out a proud squeak. He gently put them down in front of her, tail wagging with anticipation.
Freya bent her head to examine the plants, obviously pilfered from Ourana's garden, then gently nudged Odin in thanks. It was a sweet gesture if nothing else. Lady_Ourania Odin had grown quickly in body but never in mind, he still attempted to play with Freya at every opportunity, forgetting to take into account that she was smaller and more fragile now than she had been when he was young. The pink dust suffered the rough affection silently, snapping at him only if he crushed on of her wings in the onslaught.
You are much too old for such play. she informed him frostily one day after he had accidently detached a few of her feathers, leaving a very obvious blank spot where there had once been pink. Don't you think it's time to grow up?
The green-eyed dust tilted his head thoughtfully. Is having fun really so terrible, Frey? Perhaps if you did it more often, you'd have enough muscle to fend me off.
She snarled and clacked her beak at him in warning, inciting a chuckle from the male. I'm perfectly healthy, thank you, it's the fact that you're so overweight that results in my inability to defend myself.
His feathers puffed out in mock indignation. I'm merely fluffy, not fat.
Freya snorted contemptuously. So it's all that fluff that's crushing me, hmm...? Perhaps we should just have Ourania pluck you then...
Not funny, Freya. Odin claimed preening his feathers as though to make certain they were still there.
I suppose you would look rather ridiculous without feathers... pink and bald...
Odin snerked and tangled his horns in hers gently. You always think of my feelings, Frey.
Indeed, I do, indeed... Lady_Ourania It had been a trying past few days for Ourania and her family, the bills had recently been paid and money was tight. She had managed to entrust the crystal with Na'ir and the rest out the household, though very reluctantly, while she went to work.
It was between serving a haughty, red-nosed little man his coffee and trying to find out where a specific book she had been looking for had snuck off to, that she realized she had yet to pick a name for her Elysian. The bookstore clerk froze while pouring the decaffeinated liquid, inciting shrill shrieks when the plump customer found it running down the table and onto his lower extremities.
After a bout of very serious apologizing and a on-the-house cup of coffee, Ourania found herself sitting near the baby naming section with a pile of books steadily growing on the floor around her. Absorbed in the words, the summoner did not notice the curious looks she received from fellow employees, mumbling under their collective breath about how surprising it was, that they hadn't even known she had been dating. Gossip would quickly spread without the young woman's knowledge, and she would be later be frazzled and bewildered when an elderly lady and her husband asked her how far along she was while making kissy noises at the flat-expanse of her stomach.
But for now, she was busy, seeking to name a creature that had only a crystal for a corporeal form. "This should not be so hard." she mumbled to herself. She found a few names that she rather liked and wrote them down on a slip of paper, tucking it away in her pocket to ask for different opinion's when she arrived home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I like this one." Na'ir said, pointing to an exotic name on the list. "How do you say it?"
"GWENN-hwih-varr." Ourania responded, frowning thoughtfully as she lay on her stomach against the matress of her bed, feet kicking steadily in the air as she looked at her crystal. "Do you think it suits her?"
"No." The boy responded, smiling slightly. "But it's a pretty name."
The summoner sighed, rolling over onto her back against the blankets and making a face at the ceiling. "I'll never find a name..."
Odin, his eyes narrowed in rare concentration, was actually looking as though he had an idea. He made a slight sound, and Ourania turned to him hopefully, snorting when the enlightened noise turned out to be a yawn. "You aren't thinking, you're sleeping." She accused, hurling a pillow at him which he swiftly caught and began to chew on. "Don't you dare..." she warned.
Amaranthis rolled her eyes at the activities and feigned boredom while she continued to play with Aristarkhos, who was trying to catch her candy-swirled tail with his mouth. Whenever he came close enough, she'd lift it just out of his reach, smirking at his aggravated reaction.
Nili and Edward were having a heated discussion of meows and snarls in the corner of the room, obviously angry about something. "If either of you draw blood in my room, I'll finish the job." Ourania warned. "The only reason you're in here is to pick a name, just one name!"
Inauro opened one eye to look at the summoner distastefully. She had interrupted his nap on her pillow.
Freya appeared in the doorway, head tilted curiously at the assembly of fellow animals and rampant chaos in the master bedroom, a place that was mostly forbidden to them due to some accidents that had resulted in a change of carpet. She fluttered up onto the bed, peering curiously at the list before her owner and then at the crystal.
"See anything you like, Frey?" Ourania asked hopefully, knowing full-well that the dustling could easily understand her.
The dustling pointed one well-filed claw at a name, making Ourania peer forward to see it. "Fiore?" she asked.
Freya nodded, seating herself regally on the bed and fluffing out her wings.
"That's nice." Na'ir agreed, smoothing down the pink dustling's feathers. "It reminds me of... bright colors."
Ourania looked at the crystal, mouth pursed slightly. "Fiore." she whispered, voice husky with feeling.
The crystal flashed, blinding everyone for one amazing second with a series of rainbow colored lights. The electricity in the house went out at the exact moment, and a stray lightningbolt outside flashed, the rolling thunder echoing to rumble the house but a second later. Ourania blinked, trying to remove the swatches of delayed color from flickering across her retina while convincing her ear drums it was okay to function once more. She looked around at the now mostly quiet family, smiling slightly. "Fiore it is then." ((Taken from Fiore's journal.)) Lady_Ourania Odin was bored. This was not a rare occurance, but it was notable due to the fact he was bored and not bothering Freya about it. She had snapped at him fiercely the earlier for trying to inflict some fun upon her day and so he had left her in silent contemplation ever since, wondering what was up her nose that had her so edgy.
The winged female was feeling a bit under the weather herself, laying in the special bed Ourania had constructed for her and sighing. It was raining outside, and while she had never particularly been annoyed by water drops splattering across window panes, she found herself almost snarling now. She was incredibly moody, and to add onto that she had brief flashes of pain in her gut which might have been the result of Ourania's cooking from the previous night. The woman had tried to grill fish with disasterous results, but had tried to ingest some anyway, pleading with Frey until she too had taken a bite.
Ourania herself had been immediately ill, purging herself of the foul-smelling foodstuff that same night with sick noises ricocheting off the walls and alerting the two dustlings to stay away.
Freya's system was a bit slower in registering the potential threat, but since it was now certain, it let her know as well. She groaned, rolling over onto her side and closing her eyes.
Odin perked up from his laying position when he heard the sound, frowning and rising to investigate against his better judgment. He saw Freya, feathers lacking their typical sheen and eyes closed in obvious pain and forgot his reservations completely, bending his head down to tap his beak against her own. Frey?
The pink female muttered something and opened one eye to glare at him. Yes...?
You sick? the purple and black dustling asked, green eyes fixed on her single staring orb.
... Did you really have to ask that question? Freya murmured, closing the eye once more when her gut rumbled fitfully. Urgh.
Odin's tail swished against the floor with worry. Was it the meat from last night? I thought it tasted funny...
Yes, I believe it was... Freya paused and opened her eye once more. Why aren't you sick?
Dunno. the male replied, laying down beside her bed to watch her. Strong stomach I guess.
Bleh on you. The female replied childishly, putting her wings tightly against her body so that she could roll over and put her back to the male.
Aw, c'mon Frey, don't be like that. Odin said, nosing her back. If you're sick, I wanna help.
I would really rather you didn't. Freya replied swiftly.
I know you would, but it'll just make you more miserable to sit in pain alone. At least let me try to take your mind off of it.
Freya grumbled to herself before sighing. Fine, if you really want to...
She could almost feel a tangible relief wash over Odin, making her feel instantly ashamed at her attitude from before; the dragonfly-emblazoned male had only wanted to keep her company in her agony. She turned back over to face him, snuggling further into the softness of her bed in hopes that it would make the pain abate. It didn't, but it was still a pleasant sensation.
You know, whenever I get sick, I eat this one plant out in Oura's garden and it makes me feel better. If I go get one, would you try it?
Freya groaned when another spasm wracked her stomach. I don't know if I could stomach it... but I'm willing to try just about anything right now.
Odin nodded and rose, going over to the door and throwing an I'll be right back over his shoulder before standing on his hind legs and turning the knob. He ventured outdoors, ignoring the rainy weather and bypassing the flower garden although he had an intense urge to pull on some of the annoying yellow flowers that had made him sneeze the day before. He went straight to the second boxed off garden, sniffing about the budding herbs to see if he could find the right one.
After a few minutes of searching, he discovered it; tail wagging, he snapped off a section of the fleshy green plant with his beak and went back indoors, stiff-legged in triumph.
Freya heard him enter and lifted her head to see him. The male deposited the wet leaves and roots next to her bed. That's it. If you can't swallow it just chew on it and suck the juices, okay?
Easier said than done, Freya thought, but she followed the dustling's instructions and picked up a section delicately, chewing on it slowly and making a face. This tastes awful.
Yeah, sorry about that. Odin said sheepishly. I forgot to mention that.
Hmm... Freya chewed for a bit longer before spitting it out. It's too awful... it's making me worse.
Just chew on this last bit, I promise you'll start to feel the effects soon. Odin advised, pawing at the leaves and spit to usher them out the still open door.
Freya sighed, reluctantly picking up the remaining plant-parts to bite on them and seek out the juice. A few minutes passed and she spat those out as well, mumbling of a jaw ache and laying her head back down.
Odin disposed of these as well and sat down, watching her hopefully. Twenty minutes passed before Freya opened her eyes again, looking at him curiously.
Still sick? Odin questioned, feeling his heart sink. He had been so certain the plants would work.
No, actually, I'm feeling much better. The female dust sat up to stare at him. Thank you, Odin... I suppose I owe you an apology as well.
Nah, I'm just glad it worked. The male grinned at her innocently and Freya felt the guilt well up to a larger quotient.
It worked very well... so well, infact, that I feel like playing. Freya said slowly, gauging his reaction.
Odin instantly jumped up, tail slicing through the air at a rapid rate. Really, Frey? You mean it?
Yes. The pink dust said airily, tapping him with a claw. But you're it.
Odin's eyes widened when the female flew out the open doorway where sunshine now fell in place of water, recovering to yell happily after her. Frey! Flying's no fair! I can't catch you if you fly!
He rushed out the door, tripping in his haste, feeling as though he was floating while he chased after his housemate. Lady_Ourania Odin peered out at Freya from under the table, waiting for the pink dust to come close enough for him to pounce upon her. The female appeared unaware but the slightest of smiles on her face insisted that she knew something was amiss.
It was a hot summery day with Ourania bemoaning her lack of airconditioning unit and attempting to remedy this through the only paper fan that she owned. It was a sad sight, the human on the couch in the tiniest, most comfortable bits of clothing that she owned, mouth open and a thin sheen of sweat against her brow. "This is miserable..." she murmured, fanning her face once more. She couldn't help but notice Odin's large form creeping about in the shadows of the table. "Oh that's just sad..."
The dragonfly-emblazoned dustling pounced, making Frey turn quickly in anticipation of the attack and freeze when she saw him bump his head and come sliding out from under the table on his belly, dazed and seeing stars.
Nice. She complimented, leaning down to sniff his head in hopes he had done himself no serious damage. It's a good thing you're a house dustling. Had I been a meal, you would have lost me.
Then I guess it's a good thing you weren't a meal. He replied, gripping both of her front legs with his own and pulling her down with him.
"Dustlings..." Ourania muttered, smiling through the heat at the mock war that proceeded.
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