Conglomerate I
061202 - I
Ahhh, first entry. I forget how bad my print writing is sometimes. Or my cursive, for that matter.
Well, Sileust came and dropped off the newest household member, Tark. I swear, her appearance kind of scares me, but as a person, she's not so bad. At least, I hope... He's still behind the fridge as far as I know. I haven't the heart to pry him out, or the upper body strength to move the fridge.
Not much else to say on the first day. Over and out!
Well, Sileust came and dropped off the newest household member, Tark. I swear, her appearance kind of scares me, but as a person, she's not so bad. At least, I hope... He's still behind the fridge as far as I know. I haven't the heart to pry him out, or the upper body strength to move the fridge.
Not much else to say on the first day. Over and out!
-Kat
The King of Indifference
Tark squished his frame though the two-sizes-too-small opening to the back of this... thing. There was one at the Other House, he was pretty sure, but he could not recall the name. Not that it was important. It was dusty but warm in the back, and that was all he needed to know the day before.
The Silver Lady and the One With Purple Eyes were nowhere to be found. A perfect time to explore! There's a... a... stove! a stove in the room, so this must be the Kitchen. A hallway connected to the larger side of the Kitchen, so he decided to go there.
The room to his immediate left looked decidedly bare after he shoved the door open further. Not at all welcoming. The door on the room to his right was slightly ajar, but it opened when he applied his body weight to its side. A wall of faces met him on the other side.
He blinked quickly in succession. No, they weren't alive, as he had thought at first. They all looked rather fake with their glassy eyes and squishy complections. The large face in the center caught his attention. It, unlike the surrounding faces, looked rather hard and stoney, a gold crown atop it's head. Tark walked up to it and gave it an inquisitive sniff.
The Face snorted back.
Tark scrabbled quickly out of the room and into the hallway as the rest of the Face emerged from the mound of fluff and glass eyes.
"Ah, I see someone played a joke while I was sleeping," boomed a voice from the room. At least it sounded booming over Tark's thudding heart. It didn't sound amused, but then, it didn't sound displeased, either.
"Hm? Now, what's this?" the voice asked flatly, eminating from the Face, which happened to catch Tark off-guard as it rounded the door. Tark gave a tiny fearful squeak, against his own will, at this moving stoney behemoth.
The Face gave a long, drawn-out blink at Tark, who had subconsciously puffed out his fur. "You must be new, yes?" Tark wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, but gave the tiniest of nods anyway.
"Well, I am Nafas, king of Neutral Wasserpeiers." It was a statement, not a proclaimation. It came out of the room of fluff to sit before Tark. Only then could Tark see how large (and oddly shaped) it was. The turquoise fur around Nafas's face wrapped around his shoulders, but stopped midway down its back. He also had a pair of large black wings, a different shape from Tark's own. The black rough patch of what Tark could only describe as scales on Nafas's snout matched those on the front of his forearms. The rest of him was white, from his large pointed ears to his arrow-ended tail.
After taking all this in, Tark had one thing he had to ask. "Wasserpeier?" It was a curious word.
"It's German for a gargoyle, I believe. A statue of sorts, some used as drainage on roofs, some used as guardians," he added, after seeing the bemused look on Tark's face. "Britania and Thousand are also Wasserpeiers, of Light and Dark natures, respectively."
Tark peered back into the room. Nafas pointed out a winged lump
(( *TBC.* AKA, I don't feel like continuing at theis moment, but no need to delete the current work, eh? ))
