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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 5:53 pm
Celeritas shook his head slowly as he replied, "You aren't. I usually don't rise until nightfall. It's less likely for me to be seen then, but it's not because I don't like company. The fewer I meet, the fewer run or fly screaming from me." It became...annoying after the fifth time, so he learned to just avoid other painters after that.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 4:18 am
Dreamer was glad to hear that the unusual painter didn’t mind company. As curious as she was about his situation, she didn’t want to be annoying. She had so many questions, but she wasn’t sure what to ask without seeming too nosy.
“Those that run away must not be very adventurous. I don’t find you scary at all.” It seemed like a lame comment, but she wasn’t sure what else to say. Dreamer worked up her courage to ask what she was immensely curious about. “How did you become like… this?” Indicating his current condition. “ If you don’t mind my asking, that is,” she quickly added.
During the conversation, Saba had quietly flitted from branch to branch until he was close enough to peer down at the blue mimicgryph sitting on the skeletal back.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:54 pm
Celeritas lifted a claw and looked down at it to watch the sunlight gleam off his white bones as it filtered through the dense foliage of the jungle. "I...have often wondered that, myself," he admitted. "I don't recall ever being any other way."
Inouva squawked and tried to huddle up a little further against Celeritas' skeleton as it peered warily at Saba with wide eyes, far more timid than the females who continued to chitter and jeer at him in amusement.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:35 pm
“I see. So.. nothing like an angry kin that wanted all your possessions so they put a curse on you to get you out of the way.“ Dreamer felt almost disappointed that there wasn’t a story to account for his ‘condition’. She sat down to ponder what might have created a painter with no flesh or muscle when she noticed Saba peering at the Celeritas’ birds.
“Saba, stop making a pest of yourself.”
The purple mimicgryph looked down at the blue bird trying to become one with the skeleton and decided that he was no longer interesting. He turned his attention to the two females chittering at the blue male. Pretties!” he squawked and started bobbing up and down in a little dance.
An idea brightened Dreamer’s thoughts. “Celeritas, maybe you used to be flesh and blood, but you don’t remember it.” Dreamer thought that would definitely be possible since he didn’t have a fleshy brain to hold memories in. “Maybe you were a sorcerer and one of your spells went badly wrong.” Getting caught up in the mysterious origin of the skeletal painter, more ideas popped into Dreamer’s head. “Maybe you’re under a curse and you don’t remember. Have you ever tried to find out where you came from?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:35 pm
"I truly don't remember anything," Celeritas said as he lowered his gaze, almost sheepish. "I have no magic that I am aware of...save, of course, for whatever keeps me from falling apart and enables me to speak." He glanced over his ivory body, curling and uncurling his claws a few times. "I have only ever known the jungle. I awoke the first time here in this clearing, and I have never tried to set foot outside the jungle."
Caldera and Lado were more playful than their male companion. They flitted from their perch to settle a little closer to Saba, squawking curiously at him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:24 pm
Saba noticed the interest of the other mimicgryphs. He fluffed up his feathers and chirped back at them.
"I guess it's just my insatiable curiosity to want to know the why of things," said Dreamer. She realized that she was probably being bothersome with all the questions about where he'd come from or how he came to be.
Dreamer looked up at the birds and an idea struck her. "Since you don't leave the jungle, would you mind if I stayed awhile? I'd like to be your friend. If you want a friend, that is."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:03 pm
The bones of Celeritas' wings lifted slightly in pleasant surprise as he tilted his head to one side. "I...would like that," he almost timidly admitted. "That is, if you have nowhere else more important to be." Truthfully, he often grew rather lonely despite the company offered by his feathered friends. The thought that another painter would willingly stay with him in the dark, dangerous jungle was enough to make him feel as if his heart would leap in his chest if he had one.
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