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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:42 pm
Iionoir made his way up the large trail of stairs, tripping occassionally on every other step. He made a soft groan each time, growing increasingly irritated with his poor day-sight.
Finally, the sound of voices caught his ear and he perked up, glancing around. He made out small forms, each one a different color. Coming closer, he realized that there were three other Malu; one female and two males.
"Morn," he said, despite the fact that it was after noon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:54 pm
Zelanithus came out from his spot, feeling a bit more confident.
He saw people nearby and decided it was time to approach them.
He saw a monochrome female walking away from the group, and could clearly hear the creme colored female call monochrome a brat. There was a small light green male nearby with large feathery wings. And a darker colored male aswell. A dark speck of brightly colored fur was approaching aswell. Once he got there he realised this one was male aswell.
He approached the group, his legs no longer wabbly from what seemed like a sudden growth spurt.
He walked up, the light noise of his paws on the stone followed by the crisp clacking of his hoofs. When he got to the group his hair had fallen infront of his face and he casually swished his head a little so the hair stopped covering his eye.
"...Whose a brat now?" He sat down only partly interested.
((Zel went through a personality change. XD))
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:57 pm
Vivaldi had been enjoying a quiet evening, just him and his Goddess blessing all the roses he was caring for. He was very proud of the blooming, he had worked very hard, and his goddess had rewarded him with beauties and fragrance spanning out over the shrine walls.
Having finally eared a break he had settled himself down under nearly one of the Rose bushes, and fell to sleep, almost feeling his goddess softly stroking him head with her gentle fragranced fingers.
But it was short lived, for his goddess awoke him alerting him of a new small presence in the Shrine. Vivaldi opened his eyes and got up slightly, peeking around the green full leaves, to see a very young, yet very elegant looking female Malu staring around the room… with what looked like tears in her eyes. Vivaldi raised his brow concerned and started to craw out from under the bush “is everything all right young lady?” he asked sweetly. Perhaps she was lost… or hurt.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:02 pm
Bianca looked up at him, her large lovely eyes glowing with intensity. She rarely responded to questions and only spoke when she felt there was a dire need. This was an exception. "Love," she said aloud with her small, weak voice. Her waterfall of tears ceased from pouring and she glanced back at all the colors. She still couldn't figure out what was drawing her to them. Maybe it was her own lack of color, just like the other female had said. She -was- plain... but this room introduced her into a whole 'nother realm of beauty. "White?" she asked him, wondering if he grew any colorless roses to match her plain coat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:03 pm
Odyss had watched the Purple Malu make his way all the way up to them, while at the same time. Had an ear swiveled over to listen in on what Enoa and the green Malu where saying.
When the Purple Malu finally spoke Odyss nodded his head, but glanced at the sun.
“Its not morning anymore” he said in a matter of fact way.
But with another new voice. He glanced to the side. Eyeing the new, very bright blue Malu. Confused by his statement he sat down
”who?” he asked
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:14 pm
"Oh, right," he said with a cheezy grin. He turned toward the brightly colored male and nodded his tiny head, ears flapping with the movement, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
With a shrug, he glanced in Enoa's direction. Being a child now, his heart was filled with more pride and conceit than he had previously possessed. However, despite his undying charm and charisma (or so he said), he still had a heart of gold.
"Hello, lovely lady," he said gently.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:22 pm
Vivaldi was surprised to get this response from the child. Love? was love actually a problem? Perhaps she was talking about the read roses. He glanced around to a couple of the red rose bushes, but then she said another word… white… he looked back at her, brow still raised in puzzlement. She was white… of course. A beautiful white.
“Why of course I do. I grow all kinds here. And white is one of the most special” he turned around and trotted over to a bush close to the statue of the rose Goddess. Gently cutting off one of the Roses a small one mostly closed up due to its younger age. One that would be perfect for a little Malu like her. He trotted back over and lowered his head to show her
“White means reverence and humility... is this what you where looking for?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:26 pm
Bianca's ears came forward at these strange words, wondering what their meaning was. He said "special"... did that mean that strange... out of the ordinary? These strange emotions continued to flow through her; the last thing she wanted was for someone to hate her. Were the white roses closest to the goddess in order to make sure that they didn't get loose and infect the world with their absence of color.
But these pale roses were so fragile and graceful; their beauty was the most significant to her. "What?" she asked curiously. "Rev...nance? Hoom...ly?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 4:14 pm
Vivaldi shifted the Flower into his paw, holding it, rather awkwardly, but holding it nonetheless. “Well let’s see… it means accepting yourself… being modest. And having high respect.” He thought again then laughed a little nervously “well I’m not exactly good an explaining about what Roses mean. I mean… I know what they mean… just…” he sighed and sat down, taking a moment to carefully slip the white rose behind her ear, and adjusted it to make it as beautiful as possible, which was not hard, this little Malu made the rose look beautiful in his opinion. Something that rarely happened.
He tilted his head to the side. Then lowered himself down to her level “White stands for a stronger self. A higher self, one that the owner does not shove into others faces, or use to bring down others”
he smiled gently eyesing the white rose "White is a very special color"
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 1:25 pm
Bianca gave a slight smile at this and her pride quickly returned. So special was a good thing, she accepted, her smile growing wider. She looked toward the ground, avoiding Vivaldi's gaze out of respect, also feeling quite bashful as he placed the white rose behind her ear.
"Didn't know white was a color," she said, shocked that her first-ever sentence was presented to almost a complete stranger. Being around these roses made her feel safe and secure; a feeling she rarely possessed.
"What color are you?" she asked, looking up slightly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:51 pm
“well sure it’s a color” he said stretching one of his paws out to sit more comfortably “in light White is even the presence of all the colors. And black, the absence.” He smiled “with paints it’s the opposite. Black has all colors, and white has none same with roses I suspect” he tilted his head to the side, admiring how the young malu made that little Rose look “see what I mean by special?”
He paused a moment considering her question to him “humm what color am I?” he lowered his head slightly “well I don’t know, what colors do I look like?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 12:50 am
Bianca looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Purple?" she asked him, unsure about his particular coloring. She noticed the white immediately, but his well-groomed coat was a mix between blue in purple... she chose her favorite out of the two.
"I think you have pretty colors," she told him, deciding that she trusted this Malu more than any other she had met. His voice was soothing and calm; and his manner was something she adored. The small female crept up to him and lay next to his front paws, taking her chance to lick one of his forelegs affectionately.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:16 am
Vivaldi blinked as she said purple. Then laughed softly
“Purple hum? Yes I enjoy that color as well” though he Knew very well what a Purple rose meant. it did not take away the significance of beauty of it, and he appreciated she saw him purple
He confused to smile gently at her, though a little curiously as she got closer to him and licked his leg. He lowered his face onto his legs to be level with her.
“So my dear. Do you have a name I can call you?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:20 am
Her bright green gaze reached his and she smiled sweetly. "Bianca," she told him sleepily. "My name is Bianca." She rested her head on her forepaws, taking her place in between Vivaldi's front legs. "My mommy liked that name," she said sadly, closing her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:26 am
He picked up on the sad vibe she was giving out. It was something he was used to recognizing. With all the family less Malu around
“Bianca is a very lovely name” he said gently, and even more carefully say as he brought up the mother “is your mother around young Bianca?”
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