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 Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 2:58 pm
On language. Moon. My first word. A word is a communication. I do not yet say. Saying is hard on mouth. Saying on paper hard for hands but I try. Hands, hands, hands. They are my ghosts. I do love hands. I say with the old tree in whisperings. The old tree shows me words when the light in the sky goes and sister Flip makes sleeping noises. My age grows when the lights go. I see my Moon, Moon, Moon. This is a beautiful say. Old tree says quickly I learn because of my trying. I watch even in sleep. I write thinkings and learn faster now. Artemis
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 3:01 pm
On the nature of honey. Miel sad today. Miel only wants goodness inside of him. His name signifies "honey" and sweetness overcomes his words and his heart but his actions contain some amounts of sticky. Inside, he feels much drip and sad about his need for shinies and his accidental taking of belongings that are not his. He is very against the personality of Flip, who does badness because inside she wants to do badness. For Flip, badness is her instincts and her happiness. For Miel, it is a mistake in his innocent nature. He fights but does not win. I tell him to talk to the old tree but he does not understand her. My help is very small too. He is my family and I want to lift him up to my Moon so he too feels love for his deep down flaws. But I cannot do such thing. I can only keep watch over my brother with a confused heart. Artemis
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 3:04 pm
A new friend. Myla Aflipta wobbles in, trying to lug around a lamp nearly as big as she is. "Opaa," she whimpers with each step until finally putting it down and giving it a good kick. "Fanyikashunishesamaliv--"
She finally stops cursing due to lack of oxygen and sits hard, crossing her arms stubbornly and glaring at her new sibling. Her new sibling that can't walk or talk and is made of metal. She can't seem to wrap her mind around it. At least Artemis slobbers a little every now and then and makes a fine napping cushion. Happy Tofu [image snip] [image snip] Yin had something of an epiphany the other day when she was introduced to one of her new siblings, an odd... well, who knew what it was. An Inky, she vaguely recalled. That alone wasn't strange, of course, as she'd been introduced to many strange and scary things over the months... but rather, the oddness came directly from the fact that the Inky didn't scare her. Quite the contrary, it... attracted her? Moreover, it actually made her want to hug it, a feeling she recognized as being Like Pyry. Thankfully her Like Pyryness ended here, because upon introduction to the other new sibling, the Fluffy, her fear instantly returned.
Though before she'd realized, she'd found herself clinging to the Inky for dear life. For protection from the Fluffy!
An epiphany indeed.
But alas, Yin was always one to accept change (haha), so she let things be and decided to obey nature and bond with the Inky. It was sweet and non-scary and anyway, there was certainly no harm in having extra defense against all the monsters wandering around!
With all of this in mind, Yin strolled down the shop with more confidence than she'd ever felt before, the odd little Blue Ringed Llama clinging happily all the way from her shoulder down to her right elbow. She was so consumed by her confidence, in fact, that she didn't even realize she'd been walking straight toward a monster. An angry, angry monster that was clearly in the process of stomping a poor little lamp.
Not until it was too late, anyway; there was no way she could turn and run now, not without bringing even more attention to herself.
What to do...?Myla Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, Flip quickly tucked in her ever-pouting lip. Her eyes darted to and fro, her tizzy completely forgotten once she spotted the looming purple gummy towering above her. Why, she wouldn’t have to beg for treats for a whole month if she could capture this beauty!
“Myuun,” she murmured, ignoring the faint alarm bell tinging in her mind, telling her that food neither talks nor walks. But then.. but then! She noticed a creature attached to her purple gummy. The creature was obviously sucking out the gummy’s insides with its odd, spotted tentacles. To Flip, this was an obvious challenge. A battle would have to ensue. She must defend the giant Yummy!
She glanced around the ground looking for something, anything. Every part of her seemed to perk upon the sighting of an abandoned sucker stick, her ice-cream-like hair even standing a bit straighter. She hurried to pick it up and weld it like the mighty giant-fighting kun she was.
“Erhi!” she claimed before swiping the ground with a hoofed foot--a bull ready to charge. Happy Tofu Utter, mind-numbing, incomprehensible terror. This is all the purple Pala felt as she was confronted with the, admittedly small, monster, its horrible eyes clearly filled with nothing but menace and hunger. Her wide, shaking gaze slowly lowered to the frightful weapon held in Flip's terrifying hands, and it was at that moment she snapped.
Letting out her trademark wail of, "NOOOOOOOOO~!" she spun on her heels and took off in the opposite direction, running for her very life as she knew it.Inky, for his part, merely clung along for the ride, rather oblivious to what was upsetting Yin so much. He was pretty used to this by now, though, and knew not to worry too much. Such was the daily routine of those who knew Yin. Myla Just as she was about to explode toward the tentacle monster and engage in a spectacular battle, her gummy just up and disappeared into the hypothetical sunset. Normally, Flip would be happy to tick it off as a well-fought battle but, heck, she wanted to at least lick that scrumptious gummy!
It was really too bad she’d never gotten the hang of her uncontrollable wings. She imagined herself flying, flying and landing on the gummy like the regular housefly would. Sighing dreamily, she looked around for something to ride. Speed was her weakness, not that she’d ever admit to it.
Her eyes landed on a squirrel but she shook her head hastily, remembering the last time she tried that. They may look cute, but their tails serve too wonderfully as a sling-shot. She looked around for a sleeping kyunru, a frog, or, rather desperately, a snail. Nothing. Only the immobile, horrid lamp and Artemis. Wait! Her head turned back to Artemis as a mischievous smile spread as easily across her face as a fresh tub of Jiffy across a sandwich. Yes, his crawl was definitely faster than her run! Dark Fire Angel ((oh god, thanks you, I needed some pyry after that CHEESY post with edward XD;;; )) Pyry had of course, been minding his own business, which right now consisted of watching a flower that his owner had put in a pot and given to him. He'd found something remarkable about this flower; it had a caterpillar. Yes, yes indeed! It was a very pretty caterpillar, at that, that Pyry had silently names Wishy, because... well, just because.
Squishy was already taken by the grey rock he'd already named; the one that inhabited his owner's lawn. The one that rarely talked and never moved. It was a good thing no one knew it's name was Squishy however, because they've no doubt ranted at poor Pyry like everyone always did; something about rocks not being squishy. Well it didn't matter! Because HE had a caterpillar. A very prettyful caterpillar which he would've been hugging had DFA not told him that sometimes, hugging things was not the best idea, mostly because he could accidentally harm little squishy things. Like this caterpillar!
All his attention was on Wishy, hence how he missed Yin's approach.... till it was too late; he suddenly found himself on the ground with... a Yin cling to him for dear life and another... thing also clinging to him. A tentacle-y thing, at that. Soon enough his mind made the connection and he remembered DFA introducing him to the Fluffy and the Inky.
Tentacle = Inky, his mind reasoned.
"Huh? Wrong?" his speech had evolved, if only slightly; he was now capable of saying certain words, though full sentences eluded him still. Alas, Fafnir was making progress. Pyry's eyes focused on yin, taking the time to sit up, curling his tail around her as he tried to pinpoint just where the 'monster' following her was this time. Last time it had been a humming bird, this time... he couldn't see anything however. Where was the notsoscary thing?Happy Tofu She hadn't noticed Pyry, either, at least not until she'd slammed into him at full speed. Thankfully she had enough working intelligence behind the blind fear to recognize him as a (rather, one of only two) friend, and upon this realization, opened her arms to CLING to him in what could hardly be seen as anything but a massive hug.
Pyry would be so, so very proud of her.
Wailing at the top of her high-pitched lungs, Yin squealed, "THEMONSTERISCHASINGME! IT'SGONNAEATME! SAVEMEFROMIT,PLEASE!!"
Noting that she was, in fact, clinging to the wrong side of him, she swiftly ninja'ed around to his back, where she promptly began to cower, save for the occasional subtle peering out to see just where her enemy had gone to.
"Nooooo......" Myla Flip was finally on her way, a regular cowkun, she was. Atop of Artemis, she had tied a string around his muzzle and looped it around the back of his head as makeshift reins (Myly would really kill her if she saw Artemis wrapped up in Flip’s “handicraft”).
She had him trained pretty well, really. With a little kick, Artemis would pick up speed and with a little tug here and there, she got him going in the right direction. She lured him forward with the remaining chunk of sucker on her stick weapon, holding it in front of his nose if he seemed a little distracted. Artemis, his sparkling eyes wide and innocent, would do anything to make his goofy sister happy. The whole string tied around his muzzle wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing, but he saw no reason to bat it off and erupt the volcano also known as Flip. So he crawled forward silently, his fluffy ears perked forward and his many tails wagging behind him. Even young, he was a reasoning creature. Spotting a blue Pala, a familiar one, she urged Artemis forward. That gummy had to be around here somewhere! She brought her fluffy mount to a stop with a tug and a sharp “Sabat!”
She looked to the Pala, whom she’d met once before, with a question in her eyes and her mighty weapon pointed to the sky. “Seen Myuun?” she squeaked in her tiny Kun voice. Maybe she could create an army to defeat the evil tentacle monster that stole away the gummy. Dark Fire Angel Still no sign of the monster, and even as Yin clung to him, shifted and hid herself behind him with Inky, Pyry could not figure out what had her so worked up. In scale of the yin-fright-o-meter, Pyry was actually surprised to note that whatever it was that had her so worked up... was right around the 9.5 out of 10.
It wasn't till Flip's voice interrupted his thoughts that he looked up. Waaaaay up till he saw the Kun, perched atop the young mana spirit; what was she doing there anyhow? Now, of course, Pyry had the habit of ridding Fafnir, but ridding a baby? The idea made him blink several times before his hazy find suddenly made a connection between Yin's previous screams of 'It'sgonnaEATme!!' and Flip's question.
Oooooookay.
"Nope!" he put up his best I-didn't-do-it smile, which was lame all the same, and attempted at the same time to hide Yin's form even better behind him, for after all, it wouldn't be good if someone ate Yin. What would he do if there was no Yin to play with? Wishy and Squishy were not nearly as fun! Downfall was that... well, Pyry was not only not the best liar in the world, but you see, he was simply quite unable to hide things well, and the fact he was er... hiding something showed in his eyes, in his pose, even in the way he'd said 'nope'. Myla Flip slid down Artemis, hitting the ground with an “oomph!” She hummed and hawed. If not over here, where could have that gummy ran to? She sat at Pyry’s feet and sniffed pathetically, a fat tear rolling down her face. After all that work, her prize was gone. She chewed at the left over sucker on her weapon. Candy always made her feel a little better. The little kun was oblivious to any lie or deception—her mind didn’t work in that way. To her, the world was concrete. Artemis, once again ignored by his sister, shook off his reins and wandered behind the blue Pala to Yin. She was so obviously afraid and his heart went out to her. He nuzzled her hand and hummed in that low voice of his, trying to be a comfort. What was there to be afraid of? The sun was shining as the leaves turned to marvelous shades of orange. There was nothing to be afraid of and he tried to convey that to her through his young and baby-like actions. After sniffing for a bit longer, an idea flew into her mind. Maybe Pyry would help! Flip pulled on Pyry’s leg with a happy chirp. Oh, how she loved brilliant ideas! More creatures looking meant that she’d be a lot less tired in the end. “Dama helps!” she looked at him earnestly and marched off, hoping he would follow. She started looking under rocks and dirt clods, yelling for the purple gummy and then listening hard for a response. “Yentaza!” She grinned widely at Pyry. Happy Tofu Yin's world was without logic.
It was always difficult to tell just what she'd find terrifying, as opposed to what would only scare her a relatively small bit. Inky was proof enough of that; if anything, he was more of a "monster" than any Pala or Mana Spirit or Kyunru, and yet she was completely at ease with him. Certainly Inky was small, but... so was Aflipta, and yet the KunKun evoked more fear in Yin than anything else to date.
Likewise, Artemis was nothing short of gigantic, and true, he was quite frightening, but he still didn't quite match up to the level of terror Flip held. This information helped to leave Yin's head clear of all but a few thoughts:
She was doomed, no matter what happened. Pyry was going to die, and she was going to die. However, being chomped to death in one, swift motion was highly preferably to being slowly devoured by the monstrosity that was Flip.
Besides, while she held a chance of outrunning Flip, even if only to postpone her doom, she knew she had no chance escaping this monster. Trying to do so would likely just anger it.
With all of this considered, Yin made up her mind. She closed her tearful eyes quickly, her mouth tight and grim, her expression solemn. She placed both arms to her side in submission and whimpered up to the Mana Spirit, "Okay, Mr. Monster, you can eat me. But... could you please do it really, really fast, as my final wish?" Myla Artemis was as tuned in to the world as Flip was tuned out.
He could feel fear radiating from Yin just as he felt the moon even in the light of day. He blinked slowly at her; there was always a tired air about him. He preferred to sleep the day through and stare at the moon, the binding of his soul, throughout the night. Only his sister could rouse him in the middle of the day.
Touching his chilly nose to Yin’s hand once more, his ears swiveled slowly toward the ground as he crawled back to give her space. She seemed so rigid, not at all like the waves in the pond or the breeze through the night. He continued his deep hum, the only sound he could make at such a young age.
And there he sat, motionless except for the occasional twitch of one of his tails. He watched Yin intently, just as he would watch his wonderful golden orb. He liked to study the odd creatures of this world, not realizing that his unblinking stare could be taken as something a bit creepy. When she spoke, he concentrated hard on her words. Language was still a bit fuzzy. He picked up on the meaning of a few of her words, but couldn’t quite get an overall meaning. He gave her an inquisitive look, tilting his head to the side. Perhaps she was hungry, and afraid she was going to starve? Happy Tofu Yin remained stock-still, eyes closed and arms to her side for a long, long while. It was only when Artemis touched his nose to her hand that she moved, a jerky, frantic moment paired with a heart-wrenching wince and whimper. When she wasn't immediately eaten, though, and when she didn't feel any pain, she resumed her silent unmovingness.
More time passed, and finally she worked up the courage to lift one eyelid just the tiniest bit, assuming she'd find herself in the monster's stomach or something. When she instead saw the familiar store surroundings -- meaning, of course, nothing had happened -- her other eye followed suit, until both were wide open.
She looked up at Artemis, blatant confusion coming off her in waves. Why wasn't he eating her? Why was he... singing, instead? Why did he look confused?
This monster was like nothing she'd seen before.
Using her hands to gesture, she tried to sign the meaning of her initial words. She was still certain that, as a monster, he wanted to eat her... and well, she really did like to know in advance when she was going to die. Myla Watching Yin’s hands wave in some intricate sort of dance, his interests were further perked. Language through movement? Or perhaps it was a sort of cultural swaying. Although Artemis lacked a voice, he picked up his hands flicked them through the air, trying to make the movements as beautiful as hers. He did not have experience and lacked a great control over his limbs, but he more or less managed it.
He mostly liked the random flowing of her hands because it made her seem more at ease, less stiff. Hoping that his movements weren’t in any way offensive, he scooted toward her an almost unnoticeable amount and stretched one arm toward her to wrap a furry hand around her own.
Perhaps it was less words and more the actions that mattered most in this world. He didn’t have his own voice yet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his way into the world. His eyes shone as he looked up to Yin, a smile replacing his formerly blank features. Maybe this is what the world is all about. He would learn in time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:30 pm
On Monsters. Today I met partner, or friend, as tree says. She carries Yin as her calling. She made faces of scared when I came close. A face that says I am monster. Tree says monster is an ugly thing or a creature that.. deviates.. from the normal. Unnatural. What is normal though? Maybe Yin fears all because of this. Being scared is how Yin deals with everything, reality. We deal with reality in all different combinations. I tried to put thoughts into this. How do I deal with reality? How do brothers and sisters? Miel deals by loving reality. He sees a beauty in everything. Once he saw a beauty in a brown rock. Almi deals with reality by eating it or hiding from it. If he sees something he's unsure about, he encloses it with his mouth if it is still. From the moving life, he hides from. I rarely focus on him for he always is hiding and flitting. He is attatched to nothing. Flip deals with reality by what the tree calls "blowing it out of porportion." I am not sure what means this, maybe so she can see it better with her little eyes? I must put more thoughts into this sister. I think I deal with reality by putting thoughts into it, like this journal. To find what this and that means. To find purpose in bad things. To find hope in the lost. I think I am a figure outter. Artemis
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:36 pm
On the dark night. Last night, the Moon hid. I am going to recall my story as told by the wise tree... my memory holds only the deep screams of that night. It is this night I learn fear. I learned the feelings of Yin. Before last night, I could not understand. Last night, I waited for my Moon to appear. It had been very sickly the past few nights, a mere shadow of the well-fed Queen of the Skies. When it didn't come by two hours after darkfall, I felt a dark feeling seep inside of me. Then everything went blank. The tree says that for the first time, I tried to fly. If you know me, you know that although I have been blessed with feathers, I have only one wing. What a gruesome sight it was, the tree told me. I bloodied my fur and the stains remain as proof of my plight. I would have been okay with this self-harm, but I did not stop at this. Next, I tried to make a rudimentary ladder. Out of wood. Out of her wood. The only thing I remember are her screams. The scream of an innocent. The wind moves her, the squirrels bounce her branches. She is the image of peace. And I ripped her branches off, trying to make a ladder. This racket awoke Myla, who could not get near me. Everytime she got close, I tried to scratch her. She could not hear the tree's screams. I could, but I did not stop. What does this mean? Why have I been created with only one wing? I want to be with my Moon on the night she is left with no light, on the night of her death. Every part of us was created for a distinct purpose. Our teeth to chew food, paws to carry us over ground, a tail for balance. What is the purpose of one wing? I do not fear monsters as Yin does. I fear that I have no purpose. That my creator gave me one wing to symbolize who I am. I am nothing without another wing. And because I cannot even comfort my Moon on her dark night, I lose who I am. I learn on this dark night that there is darkness inside of me. Artemis
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:38 pm
On earthworms. Though my Moon pulls me and I must always keep it in the corner of my eye, I cannot help but look around at this world around me. I've been listening to the old tree. Her own wisdom surpases mine, but she willingly shares what she knows. I can hear her speak in the evening, when her whispers are carried through the air on my Moon's milky beams. It's funny how she chooses mostly to talk of the earthworms. They fascinate her, and her fascination is passed to me. She told me that five hearts beat within the simple creatures and that she can feel all of their pulses as they edge along her roots. The worms make the earth more tender, something the world could use more of, she often says. Young Alflipta looks at these earthen creatures with disgust while Almi, the white shadow, will dare to prance in the rain and snatch them up for a meal. The old tree just watches, but I hear her chuckle in the night air. I once asked her why she smiled though her friends died in the grasp of Almi. In her invisible voice, she told me that the worms are happy to die for the life of others, as they know that the death of the trees and the other creatures are what keeps them alive. Someday they will also use her great body to make the earth more tender. The rest of the night, I stare at my Moon and think. Artemis
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