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 Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 2:49 pm
Clara flicked her ears curiously. A better person? Did he really think he could change from what she had told him? ...Well, if he did, good. One less male to worry about.
Still, she shook her head. "A face should be enough. If you had a name and went back to your old ways, what would you do with it then?" She tilted her head slightly at the mention of home. "...If you really have changed, I'm sure I'll hear about how the town casanova suddenly vanished. That will be enough for me." Gift. She didn't want a gift from him. Something for him to use to his advantage some day probably.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 10:58 am
"Well, I think I know enough to see that you're not interested in males." Arphenion looked at her, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." He couldn't help but feel kind of bad for following her around like this, he should've realized that she wasn't interested in males.
"I wonder how my parents would react." he said rather dryly. He had never done anything like this in his hometown. Rather, he was known as that rather overprotective older brother. "But I think you deserve something at least. Do you like art?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:57 am
Cocking a brow, she brushed down the front of her corset for comfort. "Oh, I'm fine with males when they're not tail-chasing, ale-chugging, mess-making loafers and cheats." She said stiffly. "Not many of those around is all there is to it."
She couldn't help it when her ears perked curiously at his question. "Art? ..." She pressed her lips slightly. Ugh. Art was pretty, and she loved pretty things... "Yes, I like art. As long as the quality is good." She tried to stiffen her jaw. "I still don't need anything from you."
Seeing she was almost home, her steps slowed at the fork in the road. Sighing, she went down the road that lead away from her home. She would not let him or those brainwashed women still following far behind to see it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:39 am
"It's quite alright to admit it. No one's here to judge you." he said airily. Arphenion thought that she was probably shy to admit it. Eh, it was normal. "If it makes you feel better, I like males too. I guess we could be similar...in a sense."
"Hah." he chuckled, "I don't mind. I enjoy art anyways. Perhaps you'll expect something in a few weeks." He continued to follow after her, saying nothing as he noticed she paused slightly before going the other direction. Though he was curious to see where they were going.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:20 pm
Clara was horrified. Not only was she being followed by someone she didn't want around, who stole women from their marriage beds, but who also stole men! The male was insatiable! ...And still following through the darker fork.
"There is nothing similar about us, except that we're cattaurs. That is as far as any similarity goes. And I'm running out of ways to make you stop following me, so shoo! You have a lot of planning to do if you're going to move, and I can't afford to be distracted from my own plans that I have to make."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:21 pm
Arphenion frowned, "What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, slightly concerned by that look on her face. Well, he wasn't trying to seduce her, nor did he cop a feel, but why was she looking at him like that? What had he done wrong now?
"Not really no..." he shrugged, "I don't really enjoy material goods so I usually just bring myself and my book...and my book isn't really that hard to fetch for."
"What plans?" he asked rather innocently.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:26 pm
As soon as Arphenion asked, Clara tried to mask her face as much as possible, face neutral save for one cocked eyebrow. "Nothing that hasn't already been done."
Flicking her ears, she shook her head. He would hate her house then. Good. "Well, I apparently have more to pack and move than you do, so it'll take me extra time and concentration to do so." Ever so slightly, she ground her teeth. She'd liked her house, and had been getting used to it. But now, she had to leave, unless she forced herself to accept the wrath of those women, which she had no intention of doing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 6:22 am
"Would you like help? It seems like you have a lot to pack." he doubted that she would even accept his help, seeing how much of a rather cold and standoffish cattaur she was, but it was worth a try. Perhaps he would feel better if he helped her pack and made sure none of the females that kept tagging along didn't vandalize her home or anything worse.
"Or perhaps I could keep a lookout for you while you pack? Make sure none of those women come bother you?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:20 am
The thought of such a creature as this male touching her possessions made her skin crawl. "I put it all in there, I can take it out." Propriety demanded a little more. "..Thank you for offering though."
After declining his offer, she found herself hesitating. Would those women actually do more than just isolate and scorn her from a distance? A proper woman would never involve herself in vandalism! Then again, these weren't proper women, the waitress being a prime example of this fact. "Or, you could just face them yourself, tell them how rediculous they look and to go back to town. If they have any self-respect they'll just go back home." She lifted her chin slightly. "And if any of them do choose to confront me for such petty reasons, they'll have to chew on a piece of my mind, which I'm sure they'll choke on."
Her magic was defensive by nature, but she could use it offensively when she tried. She was fairly certain she could handle this batch of pathetic women easier than the men she's had to shake before. Unless the male had truly changed, which she could hardly know for certain, it would be a stab at her pride and morals to allow him to defend her for any reason other than life or death, which was certainly not the case here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:35 am
"Well if you need help, you know who to call...I suppose." Arphenion pursed his lips, his thoughts dwelling on Clara. She was rather rigid and cold towards him, he knew it was his cue to leave probably about now, but his chivalrous attitude made him unable to do so. Even though she'd been criticizing him for that.
What should he do?
"Aw now, don't do that." he replied back, he wasn't a fan of arguments or fighting if it came to that point. He was a peaceful cattaur, such things like that didn't appeal to him in the slightest. "Let's not have others choke on this..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:38 am
Clara nodded non-commitaly. Need his help? Not likely. She admitted a mild curiosity about why the male hadn't just left yet...
There was one more path coming up back to her road. If she didn't take it, they would pass the house with that family of punks and jerks. She was almost tempted to risk passing that wretched house, but figured that since she was moving, it wouldn't hurt for him to see the house if he continued to follow.
"Well, if you can make sure they don't start anything, I won't have to finish anything." She looked over at the sad looking male. "I'm not the one stalking another taur just for having dinner with her incubus. I have no intention of fighting, but if pushed..." She let it hang there. She hated fighting about as much as Arphenion did. Still, self-defense was a matter she considered. They reached the second fork. She paused, then turned down the path toward her home.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:49 pm
Arphenion looked about, recognizing this neck of the woods, though he hadn't really passed by here much. "So...where are we going?" he glanced behind him, a little glad that the crowd had subsided.
"I suppose I can understand your point." he stroked at his chin. He should shave soon. "I guess one would have to defend themselves..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 8:47 pm
Perking her ears, Clara almost rolled her eyes. "I am going home. You are taking what's left of your determined posse back to town." She huffed, though not as sorely as she had earlier. The crowd had indeed started to thin, and she was comforted by the familiarity the woods was starting to present.
Her ears flattened ever so slightly as Arphenion kept talking. She really didn't want to fight anyone. Even if in self-defense, fighting... She shook her head. "If everyone only fought in self-defense, then no one would fight..." She shifted her purchases slightly, clearing her throat and hurrying on, a little teasing smirk on her face. "Don't worry, I don't go for the faces. Your darlings will still be pretty if anything happens."
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