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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:54 pm
_________ R O L E . P L A Y _________
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:30 pm
__________ Making This House A Home __________ It was quite a strange attatchment, the one that Allure had to that egg. Why .. it couldn't speak, it could not eat, it couldn't walk - although it could wobble. In fact, that's the up most that the little creature did. It wiggled, wobbled, and - wibbled? Yes, well .. either way, Allure's heart fluttered when she was near it. This was the kind of situation where only a mother's love could prevail. Allure's home was very surburban. That was the perfect word for it. And, quite large. There were four rooms downstairs, and three upstairs. She had decorated one of the rooms in cream and orange colors - just to match the egg's pre-chosen colorations upon it's shelled confinement. But, it had never been within this area for more than just a few minutes. Allure would bring it within the room, clutching it tightly in her grasp, holding it like a newborn baby. She'd whisper about how much the creature inside would love this room, then she'd return to her own place of rest. "O-ow.." Allure whimpered, ripping off one of several band-aids from her fingers. She wasn't the best seamstress in the world - in fact - not very many people knew she could actually sew! But she did it for her egg. She created a plush frying pan for her little one. It was poorly put together. Tufts of dirty cotton poked out from the bursting seams, and it was torn in random areas. It vague resembled a frying pan actually. But it was a gift of love. And she loved it either way! The soft creation was almost always located beneath the little egg. Perhaps for warmth, perhaps for Allure's own comfort, or maybe - just maybe - it was some kind of fashion statement? The idea trickled throughout Allure's mind, of flashing cameras and papparazi storming - and attempting to storm - through Allure's front door. They'd be yelling and screaming, yearning to snap a glimpse of the brand new fashion line - Frying Pans by Allure! Ah yes, those would be the days! She clasped her hands together, letting the tips of her fingers draw close to one another in a rhythmic fashion. Time would come for then. But now, it was time for her to become more acquainted with her precious bundle of .. eggshell! There was a faint indent on the left side of the bed, right next to where Allure slept. Of course, that was the egg's spot. She just couldn't let it out of her sight! There was something unique about this Mysterian .. Perhaps it was the slight essence of evil that was never completely demolished from it's soul? Or maybe it was gone? Will this creature ever know the evils it accomplished in it's previous life? Questions rushed and slushed in Allure's psyche. One day, Allure would have the chance to ask. But, what someone doesn't know, won't hurt them. Hmm. Her thoughts were broken, scrambled, disorganized. She did not care to arrange them. She merely sat within them, dwelling, stewing, until the buzzer went off downstairs. "Ah! Time for dinner...!" She squeed, snatching the egg up quickly, embracing it gently. Her feet traveled down the stairs like hyperactive children just given a year's supply of Halloween candy. It was time for Allure's nightly feast! Mwahaha. Too bad the egg could not eat -- although she was having scrambled eggs and bacon for this meal. Eep. Perhaps that was for the best.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 12:16 pm
__________ A Werewolf Legend __________ Wobble, wobble. "What's that, little one?" Allure lifted her head slowly from the book she was reading. As she waited in vain for some sort of verbal response, her gaze traveled towards the door. She perked, and sat up slightly. "Oh wow, I can't believe it!" Through the window, which was only a two pane, located right above the door, revealed the weather outside. Clouds had passed over the sky, which previously had been a bright, beautiful blue. The day was amazing, sun was shining through sparse puffs of white, birds were singing. It seemed more like a day of Spring, than that of Fall. But Allure did not get to enjoy that, really. She enjoyed her day, but did not get to experience it outside. What in the world could have kept this young woman from enjoying the fruits of nature? Other than her own clumsy nature, of course. She had been reading an interesting book the entire day. One about Werewolves. Ever since she had returned from Mysteria with the others, and with her new little friend, she had become extremely interested in them. Not to mention that her egg friend was previously an evil, meniacal werewolf. One that captured Sian and dragged her to Mysteria as a captive. Bare fingertips slid across the rough leather binding of the book in which she held. It was more like a tome than anything else. Odd and foreign inscriptions were etched into the cover. As her hands passed by, they seemed to illuminate and glow outwards - unfortunately that magic essence was not seen by Allure, since it was facing the opposite direction. Wobble, wobble, wobble. As Allure continued to hold the book, embracing it tightly, unconciously ... the egg reacted. Could it have had something to do with the magic eminating from the book? Hmm .. or could it have been the combination of magic coming from the egg, along with the rare and unseen enchantments and runes that Allure was reading outloud - an old habit that never died away? Either way - Allure did not notice. Perhaps her oblivious nature was a gift or a curse, but in this case she could not make the connection to her egg friend. She shrugged off the reaction, since it only seemed to be wanting attention, and she set down the book upon her lap. Giving a slight smile, she reached outwards and grasped the egg within her hands. "You're quite warm today!" Allure grinned, placing the egg upon her lower abdomen. It continued to wiggle, but not as much. It seemed to be relatively comforted by being so close to the book. "Oh, you like this?" She gestured to the tome, bringing it up and setting it on her legs, beginning to read again. "It talks about Werewolves .. Very interesting stuff." She nodded in response to her own words. "Let's see .. Here: ' Origin of the Werewolf Legend
Werewolf legend originated from the countryside around German town Colongne and Bedburg in 1591. At that time Europe was under the dark shadow of ignorance and superstitions. Towns were underdeveloped and people lived near woods. The fear of wolves was like a nightmare. Their attacks were so frequent that people even feared to travel from one place to another. Every morning, countryside people would find half-eaten human limbs on their fields. They tried their best to kill those bloodthirsty creatures. But one day the inhabitants of the German town Colongne and Bedburg made a horrible discovery that altered the history of wolf killing.
An age-old pamphlet describes those shivering moments vividly. A few people cornered a wolf and set their dogs upon it. They attacked it with sharp sticks and spears. Surprisingly the ferocious wolf did not run away; it stood up and turned into a middle-aged man. They could recognize the wolf shaped man; he was Peter Stubbe of the same village. This Peter Stubbe was the first werewolf mankind has ever faced with.
Stubbe was put on the torture wheel where he confessed 16 murders including two pregnant women and thirteen children. The history behind his downfall was rather strange. He had started to practice sorcery when he was only 12 and was so obsessed with it that he even had tried to make a pact with the Devil. Wearing a magic girdle he started to attack his enemies, real or imaginary, for revenge. After several months, he took the guise of a wolf and continued his evil with more brutality. In the wolf form he used to tear up victims’ throats and suck warm blood. Gradually his thirst for blood grew and he roamed around fields in search of prey.
The savagery of his crimes was beyond imagination. Once two men and a woman were walking along a road that went through the forest he used to hide in. He called one of them. The man did not return for a long time and the second one followed his trail. He also disappeared into the forest. The woman fled from the area. Later, two mangled corpses were recovered from the forest, but the woman’s body never reappeared. It was believed that Stubbe had devoured it all. Young girls who played together or milked the cows in the fields were his frequent victims. He used to chase them like a hound, catch the slowest one, rape and kill her. Then he would drink hot blood and eat tender flesh from her body. Stubbe committed the most gruesome crime upon his own son. He took his son to a nearby forest, cracked the poor child’s skull and ate brain.
No punishment could match the magnitude of Stubbe’s crime. He was put on the torture wheel and his flesh was pulled off with red-hot pincer. His arms and legs were broken, and finally he was decapitated. His carcass was burned to ashes. As accessories to his misdeeds, his daughter and mistress were also burnt alive.
The Magistrate of the town Bedburg built a grim monument remembering the ghastly incident.Workmen put the torture wheel atop a tall pole with Stubbe’s head above it. His head was structured with the likeliness of a wolf. Sixteen pieces of yard long wood pieces were hung from the rim of the wheel to commemorate the poor souls of his victims. The words of Stubbe’s trial and execution spread across the lands. His brutality, their ways and atrocity were beyond human experience. His ferocity was readily related with the behavior of wolf. People started to believe that such creatures with the shadow of wolves were living among them. They named them Werewolves. ' What a sad, sad story.." She sniffled a little, shaking her head. The little egg seemed to roll a little, and pressed the top of it's shell to the book. There was a faint, almost unnoticable light that was produced from that contact, but again, Allure did not react. "I think that is enough reading this for tonight, you seem tired, anyway..." She smirked, and lifted a fisted hand to her face, yawning softly. The egg did not respond. [ Werewolf Story Above (c) here. ]
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:33 pm
__________ A Squeaky Friendship __________ Fisted hands created faint cracking sounds, the gaseous concentration was being released, resulting in that knuckle-wrenching reaction. She whimpered, sometimes forgetting her own strength, even though she was half-awake. She rubbed her index finger and thumb roughly against her eye sockets, twisting her eyelids and 'brows to move in every which way that her wrists wanted. It had been a long night, well, at least it seemed that way in her dreams. Ever since returning from Mysteria, Allure had been having dreams. Dreams, or nightmares, she couldn't really be sure. Either way ... they were troublesome. She was recalling those odd memories, which were extremely cloudy. Maybe it was all a dream, and not reality? But every time she would turn to the side, a warm, smooth, hard shell would greet her forehead. Oww.. That pain would remind her that it was all real. "I wonder what kind of Mysterian is inside there?" She knocked ever so lightly upon the shell. It wiggled at her in response, since that was all that it really could do. "Heh, don't worry, I won't hurt'cha ... I just want you to come out and play!" Allure grinned happily, waving rather girlishly at the egg - as if it could see. And if it could, it would probably gag in disgust. This egg, seeing as how it was a werewolf kind - at least that's what Allure assumed - did not seem like it would be the girlish type. Oh well. "But I just want you to know .. that you have a very caring person waiting outside here for when you emerge. So don't be afraid.." She waved a hand, revealing the rest of the bed, as if it were the rest of the world. "..Come on out! I have a room and everything ready for you. Really! You'll love it .. I'm sure!" Then with a giggle, she leaned over and reached underneath her pillow. Quickly, she revealed the plushie frying pan she made just for this little one. "And this will be waiting for you too!" She moved her hand to the handle, that had a little squeakie built in. *SQUEAKSQUEAK!!* "See!? Just for you..!" She held it close to the egg, squishing it a few more times. The egg rolled over, and hid itself underneath the covers.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 9:25 pm
___________ Wakie, Wakie .. Eggs and Ba-key! ___________
( RP in the Main Thread )
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 6:32 pm
__________ ( Journal Entry by Allure ) __________ Dear Journal,
You know ... the egg seems to really have become attatched to me! It makes me really happy! I've been trying my hardest to incorporate it into my life ... without accidentally cooking it, or, er.. anything.
I was sitting there at school today, while the egg was at home, sleeping. Or atl east, I think it was sleeping? Anyways, I was thinking ... I didn't get anything for Thanksgiving tomorrow! And .. the egg is almost perfectly the same size as a large, cooked, Thanksgiving-style turkey ...
Do you think my guests would notice? ..
Just kidding! Ahaha- ha .. ha.. Okay. Maybe that is a bad idea.
I need to get my butt over to the grocery store and pick up something to eat. I wonder when the egg will hatch and I'll finally have a little friend to share some turkey with .. because I KNOW it will be leftover for quite a long time in fact! Yes, yes..
Anyways .. I just thought I'd toss that drawing in..
Oh yes, I have one more ...
That's me holding the egg, with it bouncing on top of my hand .. since it loves bouncing. It espeically loves Malise and Arra ... maybe it's because it reacts with other Mysterians? Hmm ... Interesting stuff!!
Write to ya later,
~ Allure
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 11:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 10:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 12:32 pm
__________ ( Journal Entry #2 by Allure ) __________
Dear Journal,
I am very excited to have not only one, not only two, but three Mysterian eggs now! I wonder where these eggs resided within Mysteria ... I can only reflect upon the time that I spent there, and wonder and wonder!
Could they possibly be from the Harpy that we defeated? Or the witch? What about the mummy? I remember the giant that requested us to do very odd things .. being trapped within rooms and then being sent to fight other monsters. What about the spider? Or the other .. interesting creatures.
I am very much looking forward to how they reveal themselves.
I've been reading them lots of books, like Sian has suggested. I wonder if they understand the stories .. I try speaking in different voices so they can get .. more into it, you know? And since they can't SEE.. well, I try to voice act! Yes, I know, I'm wonderful. Anyways, I've also been contemplating over what to knit for my little ones ... I have been trying to go with their egg colors. The new ones are blue and pink, which suggests to me that they could be a boy and girl, because of how we humans tend to color code things - but something I've learned along this winding path of life is - I TEND TO BE WRONG! So, I should just wait and see, but in the mean time, I don't think it'll be too bad if the potential boy egg has little pink frills and flowers, right? *ahem* ..!
Sincerely,
Allure.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 12:27 pm
_________ The Cart, The Robber & The Wedding! _________ First link: here.Wedding link: here.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 6:17 pm
______________ ( Journal Entry #3 By Allure ) _________________ Dear Journal,
I am so happy for Sian and Jan! They make such an adorable couple. The eggs really seem to like thier presence as well. They had a great time at the wedding .. well, at least I think they did. My head went missing during part of the ceremony and then I think someone snuck something a little extra, if you know what I mean, into my punch. Because I woke up with the WORST HEADACHE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! I mean, it was worse than a hangov --- Not that I've ever had a hangover, mind you. ( Hi mom, if you've found my journal and are reading. It's just a figure of speech .. you know? Like .. how people say 'This tastes like crap!' without actually having tasted crap .. yes .. uhm. )
Anyways, I think I've decided on a name for one of the eggs. Bete Noire, it means "Black Beast" in French. Isn't it beautiful? I picked up Noire today, and kept repeating the name to it. Bete Noire, Bete Noire. It really seemed to respond to it a lot .. Many shakes, shivers, and I THOUGHT I heard some kind of cooing. I can hear it scratching at the shell from the inside .. maybe it's starting to want to come out? I've been singing and loving it a lot .. ( Even though sometimes I think it hates that .. eh heh.. )
Oh! And the twins ... At least, I think they're twins, according to their markings. I really swear that one is a boy and one is a girl. But I really can't tell which is which. I've been trying to think of names for them as well .. I think I've settled on something like "Belladonna" for the girl .. Belle for short. And I still am stuck on the male .. "Syrus" sounds like a nice name .. Or .. hmm. I will look up some stars .. That's what Elf told me she did to discover Arra's name .. Hm. Alright, I'll go find that book right now!
Talk to you later Journal,
Allure.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:36 am
__________ ( Journal Entry #4 by Allure ) __________
Dear Journal,
Okay! It's decided. Yes, I know, it is a little sudden ... but I am finally settled on names. I was consulting with a baby name dictionary, yes .. I know .. the bane of all things, especially naming babies! No one looks in books anymore ... but I don't know, I kind of like it! Anyhow, I was looking for names that have to do with poetry, since the blue version of the twin eggs seems to really respond well to when I read stories and poems, I thought about naming it after something like that! So I found the perfect one!
"Devon" which means "Poet"! What do you think Journal? I know you can pronounce it a few ways, like De-VON or DEV-on .. I like DEV-on better. Kind of reminds me of a little devil poet. Heh. So, with that path of thought .. I was thinking about the pink colored egg. She seems to really tift with the other egg, Noire. She reminds me of a little devil herself. So I continued to look through the book, and stumbled upon another wonderful name match!
"Jezebel" which means "Impure"! Oh boy, is she going to hate me or what? But I really do have a feeling that she's going to like it. I've already picked out nicknames for them too. Devi and Belle. What do you think Journal? I really like them! Devi and Jezi? Heh heh. We'll see I suppose, depending on how they are when they emerge .. I am really looking forward to it! I will have to really mark down those dates, because they will be their birthdays - right? Or .. I really should also celebrate the days in which I recieved them, hm..
More thoughts for a later date Journal!
Sincerely,
Allure.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:05 pm
_________ The Hatching of Bete Noire ___________ Role Play Link Right Here!Participants: Pika-Bunny, EchoLimaFoxTrot, Lulu_Tiffany, Suboshi-sama, and of course, the wonderful Sian.
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