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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:26 am
This is going to end Badly...Lian, Azoc and Cleo all go shopping after a happy reuinion from the first two. Cleo and Azoc get along while Lian is happy to finally have his sister 'back'. He's contemplating kidnapping. Just so y'know.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 8:32 pm
Thankyou for all your hard work with us here at D-corp. Your child's dragon egg is near hatching, and we'd like to have you file another report on the progress of your child.
Enclosed is a sheet for them to fill out, you may help them. Also please include any and all changes in your child. Even the smallest detail may become of importance later on.
Sincerely
D-corp
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:53 pm
 A response
Another update for your studies.
Cleo's calmed down a bit, thank god. She's become more clingy to Tyven (Thanks for the shedding SNAKE CHILD, by the way) but she's at least made more friends then she had before. You'll be pleased to know that she wears shoes now and her nails have been getting longer - sharper, like a small birds - so shes been wearing mainly leather shoes. The socks are still firmly in place and usually red or orange and up past her knees still.
...her skirts have become shorter. They're mostly jean skirts and cut so high that it makes me want to hurt someone but I was told to either let them express themselves now or they turn into raging sluts when they're teens. So I let her, grudingly. She has Tyven watching over her, afterall.
And Altessa apparently. That snarky b***h you unleashed on the world felt it needed to hit my daughter in such a manner that she now has a cut over her left side of her face. It's not very thick or badly healed (it's still pink in healing but it won't be long) but it goes from the bottom of her fluff of an ear to her left nostril. THAT'S an appearance change you want to know about, isn't it? They're friends now, I think.
Her hair is still as curly as ever and it's to her shoulder blades. It's usually worn loose now, maybe with a clip near the top to keep it from her eyes. Cleos forehead is changing color though.. I looked up her species and apparently the goldcrest get a facial discoloring (okay, it's a triangle of color) on their forehead as they grow. It's faint right now but... Again. I thought you should know.
Again, calmer then before and she's nearly forgotten about her dolls. She spends a lot of time in her room and I'm not...quite sure what she does in there but she prefers to spend time with people rather then to read or draw or anything. I've been teaching her to fight and already she's been learning to use small knives and daggers - I'm trying to get her to carry one on her person. Hand-to-hand combat is being learnt as well, as well as trying to make her dodge and move faster.
You sent me a girlie girl, company. She won't be going back that way.
-Rapier
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 9:58 am
"It is four A.M." Rapiers voice was a throaty growl into the phone, her coarse fingers clutching at the plastic so hard it nearly creaked. In actuality, it was three fifty-four, and the voice on the other end found it necissary to remind her of that fact. When she gave out a primal snarl, the voice quickly moved to the actual topic at hand.
"Your daughter, the gold crest? Her dragon is hatching. We need your daughter to arrive here, ASAP. Please."
Rapier hung up abruptly, and eased out of bed. Jem was awake - she woke up faster then Rapier, shockingly - but she was kind enough to not burst into conciousness and talk off to her lover when Rapier was in an already bad mood. She still received a kiss before the older woman got dressed, and stalked to Cleos room.
The small girl was curled around a body pillow in a little night gown. She shrieked when Rapier shook her awake.
"What what what?! I didn't do it! I didn't DO IT." She flailed. Cleo fell out of bed with a wail and a thump, her fingers scrambling for her sheets. Rapier was fixed with a pouting glare as her daughter stood. "What? It's four in the morning!"
"Your dragon is hatching. Get dressed and get outside. We're leaving."
Cleos shriek was shrill; Rapier winced and allowed her daughter time to change. The car was fast, Cleo ignoring most of the ride to blather on and on about her Brand New Dragon that she had yet to even see.
"She'll be SO awesome and SO smart and - and - and MAM, I getta dragon! How COOL is she gonna be? And big! How big do they get? Real big?"
"Cleo." Rapiers voice was tight. It didn't stop her daughters chatter any, but it was enough for her to be able to tune it out. "The dragon is sleeping outside."
"UH UH. She needs to sleep with me! So we'll match FOREVER!"
"...god." She shook her head, ignored her daughter for the rest of the way. When they arrived at the corporation, Cleo flew down the hallways, nearly tripped on the stairs with her now-larger wings pumping needlessly behind her. Skirt all fluffed, socks slipping on the tile, she shoved her way into the proper room.
Inside laid the same egg they had seen in the previous visit, this time with a large crack down the side and a small, rounded snout with an egg tooth perched on the end protruding out of the small hole atop it. The egg made a noise - Cleo meeped into her palms.
When the egg exploded into gooey baby yellow mound, Cleo squealed again. The dragon squealed back. It was hauled over by the tech, studied, and announced to be a boy. In return for the declaration, he chewed at the tech ear. Cleo flung her arms around his neck anyway, recieved a yolk-smeared leaning for her troubles.
"What're you going to name him, Cleo?"
The bird blinked and looked up her mom with big eyes. "I thought he was going to be a girl. So it was GONNA be Penny."
"You're looking for a coin?"
"Mmhm."
"Shilling."
Another blink, and she looked at Shilling. He licked her face. "Mmkay. Shilling."
Shilling promptly peed his pleasure.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 4:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 12:45 pm
Unfortunately by the time he found a store that even remotely had any goggles there was a very limited style not to mention a hefty price. Thirty-four dollars? True it came with a silk scarf that was white and a old fashion pilots cap and the goggles...but...he didn't have that much money on him. Really all he could afford was the scarf on its own. But even that was cutting it close. Dolling out a eight dollars and ninety-nine cents plus taxes he got the scarf and the headed back home.
The scarf itself was extremely simple, stark white, though it had a pearl shine to it. It was the average length of a scarf. What could he do to make it more...personal? Well...it would look nice if it had the girls name on the scarf. Or would that be corny? He wasn't so sure...but he knew if he did want the name on it...he would have to ask his mother to help him with it. Turning it over and over in his hands he finally decided it did need a bit of embellishment. And stood to see if his mother was around. Maybe if the letters were in red . . .
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:25 pm
[Response to Secret Santa]
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:28 pm
Tyven hadn't let her touch her in over a week. Cleo was sprawled out on her bed, head dangling over the edge while on her back, both legs in the air like a puppy. Her arms were flopped on the edges of her bed, spread out lazily. She had been avoided like a plauge for over a WEEK. She was edging AWAY. Tyven couldn't edge away, she wasn't allowed!
Cleo growled, twisting herself up and around so she fell onto the ground. With an oof and a rough shake of her wings, of her hair and body, Cleo shoved her small frame back to her feet. Shilling, half asleep by her pillow, lifted his head with a tired murr as his girl stormed from her room to... out in the hallway.
"Tyven!"
It was early morning. Like, really early morning. The house was dead quiet, and Tyven was in her own room, stretched out across her futon-become-bed, sleeping. Par usual, she was just wearing a black tank-top and matching underware, the thin black sheet not covering much of her body. The heater in her room was generally cranked so high that she had no need for a blanket. That was how the girl liked it. Not much on her skin.
Tyven was an insomniac, so these early morning hours were the ones in which she often first fell asleep. She hadn't been out for more than three hours when she heard her own name. Jem and Rapier's door was thick enough that sound didn't escape through [for their own reasons], so she was the only one disturbed. Eyes slowly opening, she blinked them a few times, not moving, groggily looking athe clock by her bed. 4:27am. "Mmmmmnn...?"
It was 4:28 when cleo pushed the door open to her sisters room, a frustrated frown pulling the ends of her pretty mouth. She stood in the doorway for another moment before moving inside. Tyven was sprawled out - Cleo had to stifle a twitch of self-irritation at waking the girl up in one of her few hours of sleep - and she recieved a huff from her sibling.
"Hmn." Cleo agreed. She decided to try a last-ditch effort and, with a hike of her fluffy little nightgown, she scooted over to her sisters bed and flopped onto her tomach, next to Tyven, with one slim arm draping over her torso. "Morning."
Tyven had been lying on her back, but once Cleo's warm, tingling skin touched her stomach she flipped over onto her stomach, rolling away slightly so their bodies were apart. She didn't do it rudely, or so that it was extremely obvious, but she still did it. Now on her belly, smooth muscles and scales stretched out just right, she turned her head to blearily blink lavender eyes at her sister. ".... Morning." There was an obvious question in that gaze. "... Y'wan somethin'?"
Her usual precise tone was slurred by drowsiness. Kind of cute, really, with her mussed up hair.
The last straw broke the minute Tyven rolled away. Cleos fingers curled and she shoved herself up once more, onto her knees to stare down at the pretty sparkling purpleness that was her sister. While Cleo was quite sure she had no idea what was going on, she knew, very well, that it was very, very wrong.
"What is going ON?!" She hadn't meant to make her voice so high or so angry, but there it was, echoing throughout her sisters heated room. "You're acting like - like something BAD! What are you DOING?! Why do you keep doing that? What's WRONG?!"
Tyven was startled awake enough to shove herself up as well, scooting until her back hit the wall as she stared up at her now psychotic older sister. Having no idea what was going on, or what to say, she simply moved farther away from the shrieking thing. Her face was completely blank, as someone was attacking her that never had before. Cleo. Her love. She was in robot mode now.
"... What?" Unemotional word.
"A month ago and you let me hug you." Even if she wasn't yelling, her words were still higher then they had bene, sharper then she had ever intended. Hurting Tyven wasn't something she wanted but Tyven was hurting her in return. "A month ago you idn't jerk away like I was mde out of a deadly poison or-or something. What the HELL, Tyven? So what's wrong? Did you see something? Hear something? If you didn't like me anymore, just tell me instead of tolerate me because it's pissing me OFF!"
Tyven couldn't tell her. It wasn't allowed. She'd even talked to Rapier about it. So instead, she simply gave Cleo a dead look, hiding whatever was in her eyes, and stood up, snagging a pair of her black slacks from her closet and yanking them on. A belt followed as she apparently ignored Cleo's tirade, and she also grabbed a jacket to cover up her wifebeater. "I'll see you later."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:29 pm
Tyven had left. They had gotten into a fight, and she had left. Rather, Cleo got angry and yelled - and Tyven had left. She hadn't said anything, just stared and grabbed her shirt and walked out in her stony, horrifying silence.
Cleo was still sitting there, on Tyvens bed. It had been about twenty minutes and, still, her mind was absolutely blank on what to do. Tyven hadn't come back, she probably wasn't even thinking of Cleo right now, and it didn't seem as if she was coming back very soon.
Tyven was very, very angry. Slowly, Cleo curled into herself, pulling her legs up to her chin, wide, stunned eyes still on the wide-open door. Her fingers were shaking, she knew they were, and her green-brown face was tinged with the aftershock of gray.
Her wings felt too heavy and her mind was foggy. She loved Tyven. She loved Tyven so much, as her sister and friend and adored whatever, that she had actually tried to be as perfect as possible for her. She had actually tried to be that good, not faking it, not manipulating her, just trying to be happy and cheerful for Tyven.
She had been scared of the other leaving if she had shown her her real self, after all. And look what happened when she did, when she got agitated enough to let the mask slip, to show Tyven what she could really be like.. Tyven left. Tyven probably knew, now, that Cleo was not the perfect little person she always pretended she could be.
For the first time in her life, Cleo felt as if she were bad. Dirty. Tyven was gone, she probably didn't love Cleo anymore and would probably never speak to her again.
She didn't want to be alone. She didn't want to be without her sister. Tyven was the only one she even liked, the only one that she cared who liked her, who loved her. Everyone else was a pawn. Tyven was beautiful and strong and her sister and everything else that was good with the world.
That's when Cleo started crying. Her mother wasn't home, Jem was off babysitting some friends girlfriend and Tyven was... well, Tyven was obviously not home. So Cleo started crying, loud, chest-searing sobs that tore themselves from her mouth. She tried to stifle them by grabbing one of Tyvens pillows and pressing her face into it but all it did was wet her face and make her choke, just a little.
Her fingers went numb almost immediately and she knew they were white - or nearly so. Cleo couldn't think of anything except her own internal pain, her own ache, as she sobbed into the lifeless object.
The hurt faded into frustration, and anger. Tyven had promised to still like her when she had found out what she was hiding. She had let Cleo cling and love and need and stroked her hair and preened her feathers. No more. She threw the pillow to the ground but instead of tearing it to shreds or throwing something more breakable in Tyvens room, Cleo grabbed yet another pillow and darted out of the bedroom.
Her room was her safe haven. Tyvens room wasn't, not anymore. In Cleos room, with it's brightly painted walls and cheerful pictures of trees and stuffed animals all about, she could do what she wanted. Her mirror, the one she had spent hours looking into , training her face to express the emotions she wanted, when she wanted, was the first thing to go.
Cleo was screaming. She knew she was screaming and she knew she was loud and all of that she knew and didn't know as she hurled one of her shoes - a bright purple affair, one that reminded her of Tyven - at the window. The force was so great that the glass twitched, cracked, and then shattered. The rain of glittering substance did little to satisfy her frustration and hurt. Cleo was screaming still, slamming her fists onto her vanity. Had she been stronger then a mere child, the wood surely would have broken as she screamed and sobbed and slammed.
Less then an hour later, the little goldcrest was in a broken heap at the foot of her bed. Shilling was whining his distress, nosing at the girl before curling around her in a cresent moon. The room was in disarray, stuffed animals ripped and thrown, makeup dashed against the walls, her bed sheets thrown about. Her throat was raw and her face a harsh red, ugly on her skin, and those yellow eyes were bloodshot. Cleos cheeks were stained with tears and scratches, bleeding just slightly and raw pink on the seams, managed to squirm their way into her conciousness.
She didn't remember doing it. At one point she had been kneeling on the ground and hugging herself; that could have been when it happened. Now it hurt and she didn't want to hurt anymore. She wanted Tyven back.
Cleo made a small, choked noise in the back of her throat before shifting towards her quiet dragon, draping her arms over his neck. Shilling crooned his comfort to her and Cleo, exhausted, simply passed out. Her door was locked. She didn't want anyone to see.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:45 am
HIIIII JOURNAL.
I have a dragon! I MADE FRIENDS!
Tyvvie's kind of gone. I miss her. Not going to cry about it anymore, since she doesn't care, so I'm not going to care. She doesn't like me anymore. I love her. She's my sister and she's not supposed to not like me.
I yelled at her because she wouldn't cuddle... She used to all the times. Not anymore. Not since I got Shilling (he's STUPID. He runs into walls and trying to run against me and bury in the sheets. but he's been comforting. I like him) and just. Just.
It's not fair.
I hate this.
Shilling has been good. He's dumb and stupid but he doesn't leave me after telling me all the time that he wants to know about me, that he doesn't like me keeping secrets, that he wants to know the REAL me, and then leaves the minute some of it starts peering out. He isn't a stupid liar who lies to someone he's supposed to love, he isn't a butthead like that.
Dumb Tyven.
I hate you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
-Cleo
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:28 pm
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