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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 11:16 pm
"Well... lets see if my memory serves me right." He looked around slowly.
"If we go to our right... we will hit a stream.. if we go straight we will hit the clearing where gumdrops are. Pick something you enjoy.. " He hinted and leaned against a tree. Waiting on his thought. Even didn't do anything... again. Unless told to. So waiting wasn't a big thing for him.. he could wait days upon some else's decisions.. since he couldn't make his own. Or chose not to make his own. All in all he was in blank thought. Lightly brushing his paw to one side of his face.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 11:42 pm
Oh, how he wanted to choose the stream! But he also wanted to have his picture drawn. It didn't look like they would be able to do both, at least not at the same time. The night was still young, and the water probably cold... so Twilight shrugged and set off straight ahead. "Gumdrops sound good."
There was time yet. Maybe, once the picture was done, they could both go for a swim.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 4:35 pm
He leaned off the treeand got on all fours. Walking in rythm to his body's own song. Lightly so the other could be in front of him. Signaling him relying on the other. Is how he always was even if he didn't know it. It was close.. this clearing with gumdrops.
Just as they got there he sat himself on a sugar cube and looked at the other.. and where he would go. Getting his sketch book ready in his paws and the charcoal in his fin ear. "Pick where ever you like.. you'd want the sky too right?" He asked in an awkward voice; sounding like he enjoyed this much but he didn't seem the type to over fill with emotions. This emotion disappeared quickly and the deep sound in his voice yet again came in.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 12:00 am
It was a good spot, Twilight decided. As soon as it was clear enough he sprinted into the space, then did a cartwheel. It felt good to move freely again, after being still for a while. He finished it well enough, then did a round-off and landed on his tail.
"Ah well," he said dismissively, looking around for his "artist." There he was, not too far away, and asking something. Twilight replied with a shrug. "I want to see what you see," he answered vaguely. That was the point of art after all, wasn't it?
Once that was settled, Twilight settled himself comfortably in the grass, sitting upright with his legs stretched out in front of him and his tail curled around his side. His head was lifted gently, and his eyes were filled with stars.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 12:40 am
"What I see-" He lightly came a bit closer and sat down.
"I see... The universe in your. Diversity of the grass settling on your legs.. Your eyes gazing on stars.... a black hole with those purple orbs.. across setting night. Do you see that.." He said staring at him then let hi paw sketch out the outer lining of the numa.. then started the shading.
"Everyone has different eyes.. you are an artists for looking at the sky yea know. We all see things... and imagen.." He started the details... detailing.. His paw was free... His mind clear. This is what he loved to do.. something he can enjoy without restraints.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 2:04 am
Through the whole thing, Twilight was still. His eyes remained focused on the sky, as if he was waiting for something, but his mind was clear and internalized everything. The artist was also a poet, it seemed, and he'd struck a chord inside his model.
For a brief moment his head dropped against his chest, but soon enough he picked it back up. "And I worried you were an idle flatterer," he joked. "Still, now I'm even more curious to see the world the way you do." His tail swished gently, but the rest of him was frozen. "And then, maybe I'll show you how I see things."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 11:43 pm
"Ah... a poet yourself.. Yes... I would like to see through your eyes.. I will be more than obliged." His sketching kept up until the grass was done.. Looking at it and examining it. The sky in his eyes .. the grass burhsing up on his fur. Arma thou had no facial expression. "Its done.." The shadows casting on the sketch pad adding an effect to his sketch..
"The Sky must adore you.. really.. it pours its bright stars entrusted to you.." He lightly out the skecth book down and looked up at the sky...
"I wonder how the world looks in your eyes."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 11:52 pm
"Not a poet," Twilight corrected gently. "I don't use words to tell my story. Oh, but you'll see soon enough."
Soon, his leg began to cramp up. That wasn't good, and Twilight started to tremble a bit. He was within moments of whining about changing positions when the artist said the long (in Twilight's mind) awaited word. "Done? Already? Man, you must be good!"
Already on his feet, Twilight hopped from one foot to another giddily. He couldn't wait to be shown the portrait... but he also wanted to show this guy how HE did things.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 3:57 pm
"hm.. More than hapy to see.." He chuckled some under his breath. The moon on his head still duled out and wouldn't brighten for now. His emotions locked away. He lightly picked up his sketch book. Putting a finger to lightly rub at some of the shading.
"Tis one of my best sketches I believe... I do sculptures.. with stones. Its good now I suppose.. a sketch that one would want the other to like." He looked to the other and reversed the position of the sketch book to show him. His tail swished from one side to the next. Making sure each star was in its right place was some in particular.. Arma though he couldnt feel very well. He was an art perfectionist. With every muscle to be shown with every strand of hair.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 2:42 pm
So, he would look first, then show. That sounded good. Nodding eagerly, Twilight spun around and bent down to look. Again, he was still for several moments as he examined the picture, looking at each detail that the artist was pointing out for his benefit. When he was finished with his initial survey, he smiled widely and jumped into the air.
"I... love it!" he practically squealed, doing a midair spin. True, he was hardly an art connoisseur, but that looked really, really good. And best of all, it looked like him. "You're really good, Mr. Mystery Artist. So, as promised..." Not saying anymore, Twilight wandered a few steps away, nodded to himself, and struck a pose.
At first it didn't appear any different than all the other posturing he'd done that night. But then, as if someone flipped a switch, it appeared obvious that the grassy plain was his stage. The moon was his spotlight, and Twilight was ready to dance the night away. If, of course, his audience was ready.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 4:10 pm
"As promised...?" He lightly stood up setting the sketch book down. Lightly stepping over it and closer to the male. "I am glad you like it.. Hm? I see you like to dance too it seems." He lightly said half lidded eyes and a calming smile.
He reached out his paw witha bow to his head. "Twas a pleasure having you as my subject." He said almost proud like. His fur seemed darker now and his hair a shiny thick blue. The breeze only lifting it minorly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 12:39 am
Twilight nodded simply at the artist's remarks, but he wasn't speaking anymore. The time for talking was over. The time for dancing was now. And even if his audience wasn't giving him their 100% undivided attention yet, he'd get it. He was sure of it.
It was as if a switch went off inside Twilight's head, directing all of his attention towards dance. There was no time, nor need, for other thoughts. Everything could be expressed through movement.
The music in his head started, and he began swaying to the rhythm. Then, all of a sudden, he started to really dance. There was no real way to describe the style, though jazz mixed with hip-hop came close. It was neither restrained nor refined, but graceful in its own way... and almost sensual.
The point had come in Twilight's inner music to jump. Leaping into the air, his wings beating and tail streaming behind him, the light from the stars making his fur glisten, he felt truly, purely alive. His audience was all but forgotten- and yet, the performance was chosen with him in mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 4:15 pm
When the other started to dance more.. He had wished he could dance somehow. He knew only what he could feel and sometimes it appeared her can.. then others cant. He leaned on to the rock. Watching with undoubting attention... The attraction as he could see stars swirling around him. An artistic view was much more.. imagenative.. sometimes. How he could draw such dancing would not give it justice.
He went half lidded now. Watching.. such grace and then the different styles intertwined.. such variety. Was perfection to one that could dance.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 4:26 pm
Feeling exhilarated, Twilight chanced a glance at the artist. He liked his audience to feel engaged in his performance, as if they were drawn in. But this guy was watching, and hanging back. He didn't look like he wanted to dance. And that was something Twilight would not allow.
With a sort of forced smile, he approached the artist slowly, seductively, and the placed his paw's on the Numa's dark shoulders. "Feel the rhythm," he whispered, swaying both of them back and forth. "Don't you want to try?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 1:02 am
Swaying only by the other. "I don't know.." True. He had no feelings...unless rare and simply to feel something he could not. He smiled kindly. "But I'd try.." He thought if he could possibly make the other happy it would be something to help him as well. Socially. He lightly put his paw on other's side, with the paws on the ground he stepped light footedly. The seduction drove his mind out. To convey the other's steps.
His tail lighted just barely of the ground as his body swayed with the other's. The moon shinning through his hair; darkness inhabited him.
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