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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 12:01 pm
{ S T R A N G E . O N E } Skarecrow It was his first time here, and like everywhere he entered for the first time he went about entering recklessly. It did not seem to occur to this twisted form of an angel that he might be the least bit intimidating with all those stitches lining his body, appearing to hold his limbs themselves together... Or maybe he did. Maybe he just wanted to sweep in a sudden entrance and see how badly everyone around him reacted.
That would explain why his crimson eyes scoured the Head Quarters so thoroughly.... Or maybe he didn't. Maybe he had just charged in and was searching to catch someone off guard. Nothing was ever a sure thing with the Skarecrow, and were you to ask him... Well, you could probably get any answer other than the one you were looking for.
Black wings gave one delicate flap before the dirty things folded themselves against his back, his long, silky tails were brushing against the tile and he seemed to have no intention of picking them up. So... Who would be his unwilling little friend today? Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar licked his chops, his one good eye looking towards a bird that now lay dead upon the floor. His dark antique white tails swished happily, as the kit quickly padded over the the small dead creature and picked it up in his jaws.
Picking up his pace, he made his way to the HQ and pushed his way though the doors. The sudden sight of a large blueish winged Kitsu confused him, he certainly hadn't seen them around before.
"Mmmmfuumm" he uttered, attempting to say something to the other, forgetting that he had the bird in his mouth. Skarecrow Skarecrow's ears perked at the sound. This new arrival... he didn't even have to look. He smelled... children. And a dead avian. In a surprising move of speed, the angelic had whipped around to face Eir'Vidar. His head cocked to the side slightly, following by a couple cracks as he jerked his chin a little more to the side than it should possibly be able to go.
"Well, what do we have heeere?" He whispered softly, tilting his head back to a normal position. He craned it forward ever so slightly, and now the dark bags beneath the kitsu's eyes were very prominent. Of course, his straw-like hair flopped over it slightly, shading the effect somewhat. "Something fresh, hmmm.. Who're you, my little cabbage? And didn't you mother teach you not to speak with your mouth full?" Eh? Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar's strange wing like marked ears flicked back, pressing against his skull. This Kitsu was swift, and he moved quite strangly. The young kit hadn't expected something like that and well...It was a tad frightening.
Slowly he placed the bird upon the floor, blinking his one unstitched eye. "Fresh?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. "Eir'Vidar doesn't understand what you mean by that." The kit paused and looked himself over. Wasn't cabbage green? He didn't have a speck of green on him, one of his siblings did, but not him. "Eir'Vidar isn't a cabbage. He is not green. Does Strange One not see colours well?"
Slowly he sat down upon his haunches, his long ears slowly flicking upwards once more. "Eir'Vidar forgot he had his food in his jaws. He is sorry." Skarecrow "You don't know?" He repeated softly, then made a soft gagging sound in his throat. "If you painted the cabbage, it could be any color you wanted. Understand?" A crooked sort of grin quirked one side of his lips. "Eir'Vidar you say? Straaange one? I see no strange ones here." A manic wink from the corpse-like kitsu before he curiously poked at the bird with his paw. Then he left it. It was the child's kill; he just felt like prodding it first. "That's fine, Eirvy. We're not really all that offended." He considered for a moment before he too sunk down to a sitting position. Well, he'd found someone to bother. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar nodded slowly, that made sense...Kind of. "Ok, Eir'Vidar thinks he understands now. But why would Strange One paint a cabbage like Eir'Vidar?" it was quite a perplexing matter. "Strange One is you." he smiled, lifting a tiny paw to point to the winged Kitsu.
He stared as the older Kitsu poked at his kill. "Does Strange One want some?" he questioned, more then happy to share. Skarecrow "Because the chicken crows at midnight while the demon bovine plot the demise of the world. That is why we would paint cabbages like people and seek to over-ride the carrots. It is all politics, which I'm sure you'll learn later." He informed Eir'Vidar. "I'm the Skarecrow, but if you prefer to call me Strange One, it's all the same. Just don't call us... Edward, or Eddy, or Ed. We hates that."
As he was offered, he grinned, and thus gave the illusion that his face was splitting in two. "That would not be more than a snack to Skary. Eirvy should keep it, but thank you for the offer. Do you often kill those flighty things?" Eir'Vidar The young grey kit opened his mouth to say something, but found that he didn't quite know what exactly to say. Something about chickens and crow and carrots. It was all very confusing. "Eir'Vidar would very much like to learn about these...Polu...ticks, sometime." he said with a large smile upon his face.
"Skarecrow eats bigger food?" he glanced from the bird to Skarecrow, it was quite smaller then he was, but his father ate souls which were even smaller. "Eir'Vidar finds that he can't catch anything other then the feather birds. The meat is good, but he prefers the red liquid. It taste much better." Skarecrow "Oh, yes, they're very fun." He smirked. "Very ridiculous-sounding, though. Hmm?"
"The feathers are hard to catch, but... not for me." Those wings upon his back flexed slightly. "Skarecrow eats more food. I don't really have to, but I like it. You like... blood?" He cocked a brow, tilting his head. "Bigger animals, more blood. When you're bigger, you'll catch more." Odd kit. Did they all like blood or was it just a characteristic of this one alone? He'd find out later. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar nodded, they did sound very ridiculous. "Extreamly so."
"How come Strange One has wings?" though he had been given the speach about genes and other such things, he couldn't help but ask that question. Skarecrow's question kind of caught him offguard. Did he not like blood? "Yes, Eir'Vidar only likes blood...Well other then the raw meat stuff, but he doesn't eat too much of that. The blood tastes best. And it very filling." Skarecrow Skarecrow nodded somewhat sagely, but the look didn't really pull itself off with his deranged sort of expression.
"I have wings..." He shuffled, seeming to be thoughtful for a moment. The black wings upon his back unfurled and stretched. "Skarecrow does not know the answer himself. Maybe it is because the man in the clouds has a big sense of humor." He seemed to savor that thought of blood. "I prefer... brains. And cheetos. Cheeeeeeetosss. To each his own, he he he. Blood is very interesting, like licking a metal pole. I like the blood, but I don't have any of my own." He... cackled. It was a crackling noise that came slow, then spread out. Until it came to a sudden halt and the Skarecrow grinned, sweetly. Eir'Vidar The kit tilted his head to the left, as he attempted to figure out why one whould just sprout wings. If Skarecrow didn't know then he could at least help him figure it out. After a few moments of staring he gave up on the matter. Nothing was coming to mind.
Perking his ears up at the winged one a disgusted look made it's way onto his face. Brains and Cheetos? "Eir'Vidar tried brains before. He thinks they too squishy and no taste good. Cheetos are messy, and not 'nuff liquid in them."
A shiver went down his spine as the Kitsu before him cackled. It was eerie, and just plain scared him. Quite similar to how his father's laugh scared others. "Eir'Vidar thinks you laugh scary like." Skarecrow "I can't tell you why I fancy brains," And he gave a rather odd slurping sound from the corner of his mouth, "But Cheetos, though messy, are very cheesy and more available than blood and brains." He nodded, more to himself than Eir'Vidar. "You think it's scary, hmm? Well, thank you, compliment or not. So... what do you do in this place, hm?" He glanced about.
"You see, this is my first time coming to this place. And none of my 'siblings' at home all had something else to do when I wanted to come." He pouted. Gee, wonder why? Eir'Vidar "Eir'Vidar agrees, but he thinks he'd starve if he had to eat cheetos to live." he gave a dip of his maw, as he eyed the floor. "Blood and sometime raw meat thing for him only. Nothing more."
A large grin spread across his face as the winged Kitsu asked what there was to do. "Oh, Eir'Vidar will show you. Come!" he shouted hippily bounding over to the couch, and quickly diving under it, not realizing that the older Kitsu would not be able to fit under it with him. Skarecrow Skarecrow grinned, but he gave no response to Eir'Vidar's clear statement of 'I don't like Cheetos'. He was quite content to follow after the kit, crouching by the couch and shoving his head under. Now, if he really wanted to fit under there, he could. When it came to fitting into small spaces, the Skarecrow was amazing.
"What've we got under here? Lent?" His red eyes literally glowed a bright crimson in the dark, glancing about for signs of his new little companion. Eir'Vidar The grin upon the kit's face only grew larger as the adult stuck his head under the couch. "Well, Strange One could always sit under here and jump out at whoever passed. Or sometime there's these big dust bunnies that you can pounce." he uttered placing a lot of empasis on the word 'big', even using both his forepaws to demonstrate how large they could get...Dispite the fact that he was over exagerating a bit, or well a lot.
With that said he pounced best he could from under the couch to ontop of Skarecrow's snout. The grin remaining the same, or perhaps it grew just a little larger. Skarecrow "They sound fearsome indeed." He chuckled -a much nicer and more sane sound than that cackle of his. And when the other pounced on his snout he didn't know quite what to think. No one had done so before, or ever been so remotely close. This close, those sickly bags were very easy to locate beneath his eyes and one could tell just how dirty his blonde hair was. Those stitches were real, not markings on his fur, and Eir'Vadar would now feel them beneath his paws.
Obviously the kit wasn't afraid of being eaten, or had just never thought about it before he'd done such a thing. But now the odd angelic had him, didn't he? The first thing that happened was Skarecrow emmited a sort of gagging sound like he'd originally thought the other was going to claw him in the face, then his eyes crossed comically to gaze down his snout. Then, experimentally, he nibbled one of the kit's hind feet. Nibbled, mind you. "You got me!" A soft snort blew air against the other's belly. "Or have I got you?" He lifted his head and sat up, so the other would be dangling a bit in the air about three feet from the ground. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar nodded. "Very fearsome." he let out a little giggle, his tails wagging happily. Lifting one of his forepaws that was on the other male's snout he patted him gently. "Why does Strange One have stichies all over him? They feel funny." the kit giggled once more, before lifting a paw and pointing to his stiched eye. "Eir'Vidar only have one stichies."
The half nightmare suddenly burst out laughing as Skarecrow nibbled on his hind paw. It tickled and he just couldn't help but laugh. "Eir'Vidar -hehe- thinks that -haha- Strange One has -teehee- him!"
The kit blinked as the older Kitsu sat up. He was now dangling above the ground. "Eir'Vidar -heehee- feels like he can fly!" he continued to laugh, waving his fore paws around as if they were wings. Skarecrow "If he didn't have them, he'd fall all to pieces." Skarecrow replied after a moment, blinking at the pat. "Yes, I see it." A grin as the other found the nibbling ticklish. He gave the foot one last lick before he turned his head slightly, allowing the kit to believe he was flying and even changing directions for him to feel it a little more realistic. He'd never felt so docile, but he didn't really care so long as the other wasn't asking him what happened to the creepy nature. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar gave a look of horror as Skarecrow told him about his stiches. Falling apart would not be good. "Would Eir'Vidar fall apart if his eye stiches fell off?"
The sudden changing of directions make the small kit squeal with delight, as he continued to wave his forepaws about, shouting things like 'wheee' and 'Eir'Vidar can fly now'. He was so occupied by the fact that he was 'flying' that he didn't seem to take note that the other was acting a little less odd then he had been before. ... Pages 1377 - 1382 ...
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:56 am
{ R O Y } Roy Mustang Roy Mustang walked into the Kitsu HQ, his black boots tapping lightly on the ground, hardly making any noise at all. The only noise to be heard was the clicking of the chain on his watch. He twitched his flesh-colored ears slightly as he gazed around the room with his ebony hues. Twitching his tails slightly, he stopped instantly and pinned his ears back. 'This is strange. It is too quiet in here,' he thought to himself. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar let out a sneeze, as he squimed his way into the HQ, tails flailing about madly, a bird clentch in his mouth. His long, pointed, grey and black ears were perked up to their highest as he lifted a forepaw, rubbing his paw with it to scratch at an itch. A sudden burst of tweets echoed around, as the bird who didn't seem to be dead began to wiggle about, catching the adolescent offguard. Eir'Vidar let out a yelp, the bird flapping out of his jaws. His brows lowered, furrowing together as he watched the injured bird flap around. It was such a distraction to the young Kitsu that he didn't seem to notice the other that stood there, clad in some odd blue outfit. Roy Mustang Roy raised an eyebrow as a young kitsu entered the HQ with a live bird in his maw. He gave the kitsu a scowlding look before walking over to the bird and gently picking it up with his maw. A few moments later, he let the bird free outside and walked back to the young kitsu. "You did a few things wrong. One: you forgot to kill the bird and two: I don't think you allowed to take that...thing inside here." He flicked his tails and frowned at the kitsu. He hated it when the other kitsus brought their kills in and left them on the floor after they were done eating their meal. Eir'Vidar The male frowned, his one eye looking up towards the older male. "Eir'Vidar thought that he had taken enough blood for the winged creature to be no longer living." he gave a gentle nod, before taking a seat upon his haunches and tilting his head. "Why should Eir'Vidar not be able to bring it in here?" he questioned, a serious look plasted upon his face. Roy Mustang Roy canted his head to one side, a blank expression on his face. "Well, Master will be angry if she finds another dead bird in here when she wakes up in the morning." He flicked his tails and imagined his new master-Lily aka "DBZ". The last time he had brought in a dead bird, Lily had a long 'talk' with Roy about it. He shivered as it brought back the memory of the talk and he shook his head. "Also, the other Kitsu wouldn't appreciate it." Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar's nose wrinkled. "Why would they not like it?" his voice seemed rather puzzled, he couldn't seem to figure it out. "The winged creature are filled with the red liquid. Such a thing is good food." The young Kitsu then proceeded to grin rather widely. "Eir'Vidar could not live without his red liquid." Roy Mustang "Red liquid?" he asked the other kitsu. what immediately came to Roy's mind was the Philophesor's stone. He shook his head slightly. 'No, that can't be what this kitsu is talking about.' He shuddered again as he realized that Dar was talking about blood. 'How can a kitsu drink blood and still be considered sane?' He sighed and shrugged slightly. "Because Master complains that they make a mess and are hard to clean up." Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar looked down, before glancing back up towards the other. "Eir'Vidar leaves no mess. He cleans up after himself. He is no baby." the young adolescent seemed to huff, as he wrapped his three tails around his thin body. "Eir'Vidar never leaves no mess. He drinks up all the red liquid, and sometime he eats the rest," he paused, eye shifting towards the door, "Most of the time, Eir'Vidar just burry the rest though." Roy Mustang Roy nodded his head as he started to get a little afraid of the adol. kitsu. 'What kind of parents does this kitsu have?!' He backed away from Dar a few steps before nodding his head again. "Really? That would make Master very pleased." He smiled a little bit at the kitsu as he began to shake slightly. Eir'Vidar The grey Kitsu gave a nod, his one unstiched eye closing for a moment, before slowly reopening. His grey ears soon flicked back as he looked at Roy, who seemed to be shaking, though it wasn't too noticable. Perhaps his mind was playing games with him, and he was mearly seeing things. "Why does...You shake like that?" Roy Mustang Roy forced his body from shaking and he gave Dar a shy smile. "Me shake? I never do that. It must have been an earthshake." He laughed for a few seconds before grinning again. 'This isn't what I expected.' He took a few more steps away and gazed around the room. "Gee, it sure is quiet in here, don't you agree?" He was scared of the young kitsu, but he was willing to make friends with him, even though the adol. did had an unusual eating habit. Eir'Vidar "An earthshake?" he asked with a tilt of his head. He had never heard of such a thing, and his father had certainly not told him about such things. He lifted his hind paw, sctaching at his blood red horns. His tongue soon floped out the side of his maw, as he glanced around. "Eir'Vidar says that it's maybe a bit quiet." Roy Mustang Roy nodded his head. He had expected a few of his subordinates to come barging in, demanding stuff from him. He knew Riza would have been bugging him about the missing paperwork he had 'accidentally' shoved into one of his desk draws and Armstrong would be ranting about his family history while pink sparkles engulfed his nearly bald head. He sweatdropped slightly as he imagined Edward yelling at him about his height. 'Shesh, I miss those guys,' he thought to himself sadly. "Yeah, too quiet in my opinion," he whispered to the adol. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar gave a look about the room. His father was rather quiet, even when his guardian Fledge was blabbing away as well as the many Halloween themed perma-kits. Though the moment a threat was made the house would usually go quiet. Perhaps he was simply getting used to little noises. "Eir'Vidar does not find it so." Roy Mustang Roy sighed and glanced around the room nervously. 'It feels like something, or someone, is preparing for a staged entrance any moment now. It is too quiet for nothing to happen.' He turned his attention back to Dar and he twitched an ear slightly. "Really? I guess it is better than hearing complaints from a certain someone." He sighed loudly and sat down on his haunches, causing his coat to bunch up slightly. He glanced down at his watch that was half-concealed by his coat and he shook his three tails slightly. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar's eye soon seemed to focus itself upon Roy's moving tails. He had learnt to control his habit of bitting everything in sight, but gosh those tails looked so inviting. He licked his chops, before giving his head a shake. "Certain someone? Who does you speak of?" he uttered, his mind soon not being able to control himself, as he pounced forward towards the male's tails. Roy Mustang Roy gracefully pulled his tails out of the grasp of the younger kitsu and gently wrapped them around his hindquarters, concealing his pants and watch. "A subordinate of mine. He is a bit sensitive of his height, which makes picking on his extremely fun, even though he does take it a little bit over the edge with his rage." He paled slightly for a few seconds as he gazed down at the other kitsu. "So, do you have any siblings or friends you like to tease?" Eir'Vidar The adolescent blinked for a moment, giving the question much thought. "Eir'Vidar does not tease." he gave a quick nod, eye shut, as he tried to look as believable as possible. "Eir'Vidar has three siblings. A brother and two sisters." he smiled an overly sweet smile. Roy Mustang Roy chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at the younger kitsu. "Really? three other siblings? You must be a lucky kitsu to have that many sibling to pick on, i mean play with." He smiled innocently at the other kitsu as he quivered the tips of his tails. Eir'Vidar He gave it some thought once more, the tips of his tails flicking slowly. "Eir'Vidar suposses. His siblings are very fun to play with." he gave a pause. Whar was another fun thing he could tell this other about? "And Eir'Vidar also finds it fun to try and eat his father's foot! Though father does not like that much." he gave Roy another smile, which seemed rather toothy, his little fangs gleeming in the light. Roy Mustang Roy noticed the young kitsu's fangs and it instantly reminded him of Ed whenever the chibi alchemist got angry. 'I hope that this Kitsu doesn't get angry about his size like the Fullmetal does.' He winced slightly when Dar mentioned about having fun trying to eat his father's foot. 'Alright, this kitsu seems to enjoy sucking blood and trying to bite his father's feet. Oh, joy,' he thought to himself sarcastically. "I bet that is fun," he told the young kitsu, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in Roy's voice, though one would have belived that he would have, consitering that his father tended to be rather sarcastic whenever the perma-kits spoke to him...Well when they weren't trying to tackle him into the ground. "Eir'Vidar says it's very fun. Does you ever eat feet?" he questioned, his ears flickering. "Or drink the red liquid?" Roy Mustang Roy shook his head slightly. "Nope, never eat feet and I hate the red liquid. Been around it too much when I was younger." He pushed back the old memories that began to force themselves upon his mind and he sighed. 'I hate the sight of blood. I wonder how this tiny kitsu manages to drink that stuff everyday.' He shuddered slightly and hoped that Dar didn't see it. Eir'Vidar The adolescent let out another sneeze, before rolling over onto his back, paws in the air. "So...You does not like the red liquid because you saw it too much, when you were Eir'Vidar's age?" he asked, hoping that he had understood it correctly. That made some sense, though grey Kitsu wasn't sure why anyone would dislike such a treat. He wasn't sure what he'd do without blood. Roy Mustang Roy nodded his head. "correct. I saw something that i shouldn't have seen and the emotional scars didn't heal up. The sight of blood, the red liquid, makes me rather nauscious." He shuddered again and thumped his tails against his hindquarters. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar blinked, rolling back over onto his stomach, an odd look plastered upon his features. "But does you not need the red liquid to live?" his voice was filled with confusion. "Eir'Vidar thinks he needs it to live." Roy Mustang Roy shook his head. "Nope, I don't need it to survive. I have a balanced diet of deer meat for me to live. My Master makes me go out and get it myself because she can't help me hunt. she can only tame raptor-like birds and that's it. She doesn't let me eat the birds, though. She gets angry if I eat one." Eir'Vidar He gave a nod, that made sense. Though why did he only drink the red liquid? Did that make sense? He wasn't quite sure. "Eir'Vidar thinks, he understands that." he uttered, blinking slowly. "The winged creatures, red liquid is very good. Though Eir'Vidar has had better...It was from some fluffy thing." Roy Mustang "Fluffy thing?" He was confused at what the other kitsu said. what was this illusive 'fluffy thing'? Was it something good to eat? He canted his head to one side and looked at Dar curiously. "Where are these 'fluffy things' you mentioned?" Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar jumped to his feet, tails wagging as whatever Roy had just said excited him. "Eir'Vidar found these fluffy things out in the woods. They taste better must better then the winged creatures, but they harder to catch." he paused, his snout tliting downwards. "They even taste better then Uncle Fledge!" Roy Mustang "Harder to catch? I would have imagined that these fluffy things would be very easy to catch. Does your father drink the blood of these things, too?" He canted his head a little bit more and continued to look at the adol kitsu curiously. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar shook his head. "Father doesn't eat." he paused for a moment, that wasn't entirly true. "Father doesn't eat food, Eir'Vidar means." yeas that sounded much better. "Father eats souls and sometimes snacks on people's positive emotions." he smiled, he had always thought of his father's soul sucking to be really interesting to watch. "Eir'Vidar's mother drinks the red liquid though." the grey adolescnt nodded. Roy Mustang Roy sighed and frowned slightly. 'So, that is how this kitsu got his eating habits. He learned them from his mother.' He shuddered for a third time and thumped his tails against the ground. "Positive emotions? What are those?" he asked curiously. It was hard for him to picture positive emotions, although he had always thought that picking on Ed was rather pleasing and relaxing. Eir'Vidar A grunt. How to describe positive emotions? He lifted a paw, tapping his maw, that was a good question. "Eir'Vidar thinks they're like happy thoughts." he gave an almost sage like nod. "Father can leave anyone all sad and depressed if he wants." Roy Mustang "Ah, i see," was all Roy said. He pricked his ears up as he heard his name being called from far away. "I'm afraid I must be going. I hope that the both of us might be able to get together again and hunt these fluffly things. Good night." He slowly stood up and started walking away from Dar. ... Pages 1726 - 1732 ...
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 12:08 pm
{ S I L E N C E . & . N O I S E } Dementor Dementor slowly padded along towards the HQ, he hadn't been for quite some time and well it was about time he went there. Or at least hung around outside. He lifted a hind paw, scratching his ear before continuing on his way. Fledge was seated between the spines pertruding from his shoulder blades, talking to himself. About what exactly one couldn't be sure.
The Nightmaren's pace slowed as he came to the doors of the HQ, his long scabby ears flicking back. Gently he sat upon his haunches, he really didn't want to go in now. Sirius It was a surprise, to see Dementor seated outside the entrance to the HQ. Sirius slowly approached the nightmare with caution. Previous encounters with the other kitsu did not go smoothly, and Sirius wondered why Dementor did not go in.
"Hello! Why're you outside?" Dementor A ear perked up, as a very familiar voice rang out. Could he not go anywhere without having to run into that wizard? Apperntly not. He had met up with Sirius so many times now. He let out a rattling sigh, slowly turning his head to the other male. "Bec...ause..." was all he managed to utter. He wasn't too sure after all. Perhaps it had been because he hadn't been in the HQ for some time now. No matter, wheter he was inside or outside, it didn't really matter...Did it? Sirius "I know! You must be feeling shy!" Sirius teased, settling down in front of Dementor. His tails moved from left to right slowly, before they came to settle on his front paws. Tilting his head to the side, he added with a raised brow, "Oh, and where have you been all these time?" Dementor "Shy..?!" he snarled. The last thing he was doing was feeling shy. Sirius didn't know what he was talking about. Honestly, he was a dementor, he didn't feel shy. Or at least he didn't feel shy about such things like this. His ears had flicked back as his tails curled under his black cloak. "Where..I've be..en?" he reapted, with a raspy voice. Grunting he wasn't sure what to tell the Kitsu before him. "Home...mos..tly." he had decided to say just that, be it true or not. Sirius "Fine, fine... So it's not shyness! No need to get flared up." Sirius countered, rolling his eyes. What is his problem? Can't he take a little joke? Maybe he lost his sence of humour or something... Sirius secretly smiled to himself at that thought.
"Home?" Sirius frowned, and silently wondered where Dementor lives, or what he had done at home. "Ain't that... Boring?" Dementor "No." he replied rather bluntly, and rather quick as well. Home was not boring. His son was constantly trying to eat his foot, or suck Fledge dry of his blood (not that he cared about that part), or he was being tackled by those darn perma-kits. Come to think of it why hadn't he been out more. Avoid the madness that was home. "It's...not..bor..ing at...all." Sirius "Really?" Sirius asked, still unconvinced of the fact that home is actually not boring. "In my home, it's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop! Too peaceful if you ask me. Thus it's boring."
"Unless you count the entertainment which is sleeping." Dementor "Bor..ing in...no way..." he spoke again, as the other male did not sound convinced of his 'unboring' home. "It's rat...her loud...actually." If one could consiter his home loud. It was more of a threat to one's health then loud, though the kits did scream quite a bit. Almost as bad as Fledge's singing.
"Sleep...." He hadn't gotten a good sleep in a long time. It was as though the perma-kits never slept, though at least when he wanted to sleep Eir'Vidar wouldn't try and chew off his foot. Sirius "Let's switch homes!" Sirius laughed and joked. If only he had a nice home like that! "Maybe it'll do both of us some good!" In his house, the silence is deafening most of the time. It seemed that his familar was all the noise he had.
"You know, you look more terrible then usual. Haven't been sleeping well?" Dementor Dementor chuckled, a rather rattling chuckle at that. "I think...I'd prefe...er to stay..in my...own ho..me." Dispite the fact that yes, he'd be able to get more sleep and peace, well other then Fledge's ramblings, if he were to leave home for just a while. And besides he couldn't just up and leave his son all alone with those kits. Even if his kid was now old enough to fend for himself, he was still young.
"I really..don't th...ink it ma...tters...if I've...been sleep..ing well..or not..." he snapped. Sirius 'Okay, maybe Dementor can take a joke', Sirius thought to himself. The sides of his mouth curled up into a light smile.
"Oh? Getting grumpy, I see?" He asked a moment later, smile becoming a grin. "Maybe you really need more sleep to get you ungrumpy." Dementor Grumpy? He wasn't grumpy. If he was a little edgy it was Sirius that was to blame. Just listening to the guy with his questions and utter annoyance. Dementor wasn't sure if he was worse then Fledge or not. Simply put, the two did not get along well.
"Grum..py? ..Please...I am...no such..thing." Sirius "You're in denial!" Sirius exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he must be irritating the nightmare. In fact, he was actually enjoying himself, finding fun to look at Dementor's reactions to his questions. "Poor, grumpy, sleep-deprived thing! Maybe you need a time-out!" Dementor "WH..AT?!" he bellowed, his head lowering. A time out? Him? Certainly this Kitsu must be delusional, he wasn't grumpy, he wasn't sleep deprived, he was fine. As he always was. And he was not in denail. His beaths rattled, as his ears pined themselves down against the back of his skull. "I am...NOT...sleep..de..prived...and...I am...NOT...grumpy..." Sirius "Whoa!" Sirius replied, taking a step backwards out of surprise. "Timeout!" Realising that he had said that word again, Sirius quickly added, "Right! I need a breather now... And a snack as well. I'm getting hungry."
With that, the kitsu stood up, and stretched himself. "Bye!" He smiled, and walked off before he could give Dementor any time to respond. This time, he had really done it. ... Pages 1778 - 1780 ...
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 12:23 pm
{ I . M I S S E D . Y O U } Absynith With a loud squeal absynith tackled fledge to " FLEEEEDGEE" she squealed happily hugging fledge and dementor both. It had been ages since she had seen her mate and if she could wrap herself around him she would have. Even fledge at the moment annoying though he was sometimes. Dementor Fledge froze, his ears drooping as he was hugged. "But the cookie!" he blurted out, waving his stubby little arms in the air, his chubby hands reaching for the far off couch. What was he suposed to do without his sweets? How was he to survive? He was going to die! In such a happy moment too, his life was to end for he had no cookie. "I need a cookie. I'll die without one!"
Dementor arched a brow, before flattening his ear down to drown out the blabberings of his guardian. He was being far too over dramatic as usual. Lowering his snout he nuzzled his mate. "How..have you..been?" he questioned, his voice only a bit raspy. Absynith Absy felt no disgrace in dropping the gaurdian on his head before nuzzling dementor as much as she could. " oh i missed you " she said not really answering his question but she felt the need to say that. Dementor THUD.
Fledge's head hit the ground, before the little creature fell upon his back. Oh the pain. Though it had not been a far drop and he had been though far worse, he could at least claim that it was just as painful...Couldn't he? "Owww...." he moaned, sitting up and rubbing his head.
Dementor smiled, licking Absynith on her forehead. "I miss..ed you..too." he uttered. Absynith Stopping briefly to check her mate over she smiled" you look very well. Santiago looks almost just like you" she said proudly speaking of the kit that her owner had kept along with one other. Dementor "Does he?" Dementor uttered tilting his head, it was nice to hear that. "Has he grown up as well?" he asked, suddenly thinking that it hadn't been long ago that his other son had reached adulthood. Goodness, it was rather hard to believe that their kids were already grown up.
Fledge, pushed himself up onto his feet, turning his 'gaze' towards the couch. "Here I come cookie!" he bellowed, before waddling off towards it. He was certain there'd be at least some crumbs under there. Absynith Smiling she nuzzled her mates muzzle gently. " yes. hes all black except for the ears and bits of his hair. " she said laughing" he even has his horns still. " she said proudly. Stopping only to settle down against him she started to groom his ears. Dementor Dementor smiled warmly, "He sounds handsome." he let out a raspy chuckle. He'd have given anything to be able to see his mate and his kids, though he knew such things would not be happening any time soon. The next bit of what Absynith said peeked his interest. Horns? Did his other kids have horns? He couldn't quite remember. And well dispite the fact that one of his kids did live back at his home, he had never really asked about such things. "Horns?" ... Pages 1840 - 1842 ...
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 11:13 am
{ S E A R C H . F O R . S H I N I E S } Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar gave himself a shake, three dusty rose tails swaying gently behind him. His long pointed ears flicked upards as he gazed into the distance, the soft sound of trickling water was echoing though his mind. What was he doing here again? He wasn't too sure, he just remembered Fledge telling him off and then...He came here. He lifted a paw scratching behind ond of his crimson horns, before lifting his nose the the air. Smiling to himself he set off towards the water.
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The half-nightmaren blinked his one good eye as he looked what lay ahead of him. Yes there was the river, the oh so threatening looking water. He hated getting wet, indeed he did. However it wasn't such things that had him rather surprised, it was the amout of Kitsu about. He wasn't sure he'd seen so many before, it was rather intimidating.
"Eir'Vidar wonders if they all just ended up here too. Just like him." he spoke to himself, sitting upon his haunches trying to decide if he should head down towards the water and everyone else, or not.
Two of his tails flicked to the side before curling around his black and dust rose hind legs. A slight frown plastered upon his maw.
Decicisions. Decisions.
Grunting, much like his father would do in a time like this, he pushed himself up to his feet. He'd go see what was going on. Yes, and hopefully he wouldn't try to bite anyone. With a nod he dashed down towards the water, skidding to a stop at its edge.
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"Wonder, wonder, wonder. Eir'Vidar is always wondering." the male spoke aloud to himself, tilting his head to the side as he looked to the water. Yick, it was pretty to look at, but really that was all. Of course he'd gotten drentched in water many times, but that only ever seemed to make his dilike for the thing worse.
"Eir'Vidar wonders if anyone here tastes good." lifting a forepaw he placed it upon his maw, shutting his one eye. "No Eir'Vidar must remember. Biting is not nice. Not nice at all. Eir'Vidar is not to eat anyone, 'specially his own species."
Sniff. Sniff.
"Someone smells funny." he spoke, as he looked about. He was sure that it smelt somewhat familiar, but he couldn't be sure. His nose could just be playing tricks on him.
It'd really have been helpful had he had two eyes to look around with.
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Sniff. Sniff.
The Kitsu had now lowered his snout to the ground, trying to find where that strange smell was coming from. And yet, he still couldn't figure it out. Simple to say, Eir'Vidar was not good at tracking anything...Anything but birds anyways.
It was then that a sudden shriek came from the water. The male jumped back, his red eye looking over the surface, but he couldn't see anything. Was he hearing things now? This was not good. Not good at all. He didn't want to be hearing things. No, no, no.
"Why the screaming, why?" he questioned himself for the answer as to why he had heard what he heard. Nothing. Absolutly nothing was coming to mind. Perhaps it was simply a scream. Something someone did just because they felt like it. Yes. That must have been it.
Turning his head he lowered it back to the ground, following the 'funny smell' as much as he could. Eir'Vidar seemed to be walking in circles. "AH-CHOO!" he sneezed, lifting his head up and giving it a shake. Ok so that wasn't going to work. Maybe if he tracked the smell the way he did birds. "Yes, Eir'Vidar will try that."
He blinked, strange little things bobing about in the water, going down the stream quickly. What where those things? "Is Eir'Vidar seeing things now?"
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Smellies? Someone had souted about smillies. Had someone found the strange smell that he had caught scent of? Probably not, but perhaps he could ask. Yes, he'd find this 'Smellies' person and ask.
Quikcly he trotted along the water's edge, suddenly spying a strange looking...Kitsu was it? And it was...IN THE WATER. His eye widened, who would willing go in that thing? That Kitsu, if it was one was certainly insane. Very very insane.
Slowing as he neared, he tilted his head to the side, a puzzled look plasted upon his face. "Eir'Vidar wants to know who the smillies are?" he questioned, looking at the 'bizare' one.
Sniff.
"You smell funny!" he chirped, his tails wagging happily, though this was not the scent he had caught before. "Are you the smillies?" Esmyrelda "The Namir!" Esmyrelda cried happily, oh good, someone was here she knew, but then... one of the smellies said something about Bugs? "Nono the Esmyrelda says nothing to bugs!" she explained, "The Esmyrelda needs the Smellies." she smiled in an attempt to be friendly, looking around the large group of Kitsu, "The Smellies remember Esmyrelda's last shiny? All the Smellies gave Esmyrelda lots of pretties for her Shiney. She's lost more shinies! A rabid sea monster took them!" she cried forlornly, "All the smellies help please? The Esmyrelda must get them back!"
She bobbed her head under water agian for a breath of air before addressing another Smelly, oh why couldn't they be quiet and just help!? "The Esmyrelda is not the Smellies! You Stupid Four-Leggs are the smellies! With your smelly fur!" she blew bubbles in the water in front of her. "Nownow Smellies, come find The Esmyrelda's shinies before they get lost!" and without waiting for another silly smelly comment she ducked under water for a breath and swam hurredly down stream. There was no time to lose! "COME SMELLIES!OR THE ESMYRELDA WILL LOSE THE SHINIES!" Eir'Vidar A grunt. He wasn't smelly. Eir'Vidar did after all, live with himself. He'd know if he was smelly or not. And he was not smelly. Not at all. That green thing was the smelly one. His winged looking ears flicked back as the creature disapered under the water, mentioning something about shinies and going to help find them.
"Eir'Vidar suposes he could help..." he spoke to no one in pirticular, simply to mention it to himself. Perhaps it was the creature's shinies that was bobing in the water before. Yes, it must have been that. "So Eir'Vidar isn't going crazy..." he smiled at himself, though even if it hadn't been the shinies that he saw, he'd still claim that it was so he could trick himself into thinking...No knowing he wasn't going crazy.
With a nod, he dashed downstream, following the water's edge.
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It was all so crazy and fast. There was word of a shiny and then Kitsu were all over the place. Eir'Vidar was more or less, cnfused and feeling much like he should back off a bit from the other, still keeping a look out for more of those shinies. He didn't after all, want to suddenly get the urge for some of that tasty red liquid. Especially when he was so near to so many others.
He blinked, tilting his head, "Yup, Eir'Vidar has never seen so many in one place."
Slowly he backed up, 'sides why he was so near to the water before he didn't know. He gave his head a shake. Later he'd go catch some birds.
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Giving his head a good shake, Eir'Vidar trotted slowly down the stream's side. Keeping his distance from the water now, as well as placing some distance between him and the others. He'd go squeeze himself in the crowd when a shiny was found again or something. Yes, yes. That was a perfect idea.
He paused lifting a hind paw, to scratch his stomach quickly before trotting to catch up to the others. This was definatly an interesting day. He'd have to thank Fledge for telling him off when he got home...Well after he tried his daily routine of trying to eat the little critter.
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Again another of these shinies were found. He blinked, rubbing his red eye. How many exactly where there? Thousands? Ten? Maybe just the two. Slowly he trotted, pushing his way into the group. His ear were perked, he just wanted to catch a glimpse of that shiny thing that the whole group was searching for. Certainly he'd at least be able to catch a glimpse?
With a grunt, he pulled himself back out. Too many and way to close. "Wonder, wonder." he spoke to himself. Maybe he'd catch a glimpse of the next one.
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And then the group was off. Three shinies? Is that what the strange creature had said? He was sure that he had heard so. Well then. That ment there weren't too many left. he'd have to sneek a glimpse at one soon! Well if it kept his interest long enough for him to want to see one. Thoughts of the red liquid were always making their way into his mind. Such were things that happened when one was obsessed with such things.
"Three more?" he whispered to himself, slowly following behind the others. Syn Only once the grouping began to move again did Syn do the same. He seemed to hold relatively little interest now in those that were in the grouping, and his blood-red eyes began to drift off to the sides, looking for something he deemed edible. Yet as his eyes wandered, he casually would glance back to the current company. One such time, he spotted a creature with strange horns upon its head, yet with a regular kitsusagi body.
"...........that.............is strange.............." he muttered, still remaining behind, but now having more of a reason to actually pay attention to the group before him. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar yawned, he was getting tired...Or maybe just hungry. He gave a quick glance around, but there weren't any birds in sight. No red liquid snack for him now. Nope not until he glimpsed one of those shinies. Or at least, not until they were all found and he had to go home...Of course at home he could just try and eat his father's foot like he always did. Yes, father did taste good after all.
It was then that, that one scent came back to him. What was it? Pushing himself up onto his hind feet, as he tried to ballance as he sniffed the air. His stance of sorts only lasted a few seconds before the Kitsu came toppling down onto his back. "Owww...Eir'Vidar should not try that again." Syn Syn was not exactly in a place to be able to see the horned creature's face, but if he had, he would have truly known that this creature was half-cursed like himself. Yet for the moment, such a realization would have to wait. Instead, he watched the other foolishly sit up on his hind legs, then topple over.
"...such a pity you can't stand on your own four legs..." he muttered to the other as he passed, glaring down then and only then realizing one of his eyes were stitched shut.
"...so you are half nightmare as well?" he stated flatly, seeming to hold little care for such, when in fact he was a bit more excited than he let on. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar blinked. "Stand?" he spoke, titling his head, as he stilly lay upon his back. "Eir'Vidar can stand perfectly find on his four legs." the male huffed, rolling over and pushing himself up.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the other began first. Eir'Vidar nodded. "Yes. Father is a Nightmaren...And mother..." now what was that word again? "Red liquid drinker." That would have to work for now. "Though apperently something wrong with Eir'Vidar. Father says his soul doesn't glow as bright as it should. Makes it easier for him to slip out of the house though. Can never tell when father's sleeping or not, what with his eyes being all stitchied up like Eir'Vidar's left one." Syn Standing there in a steady manner, he could not help but see great similarities between the two already. Father being nightmares, and mother being blood-drinkers, though the dark cougar also noted differences, such as this "Eir'Vidar's" mother most likely being a vampire, and his father being of the usual blindness nightmares had.
"If my assumption about the red liquid being blood is correct, then most likely your mother is what they call a vampire..."
Seeming to look over this other with a steady eye, he'd point out "...it is strange that two of such similar blood-lines can turn out..... so vastly different..." Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar gave a nod. "Yes. The red liquid is...Blood." he could never get used to calling it that. Not matter how many times he was told so. It was simply call it red liquid and hope people knew what you were talking about. He turned his gaze downwards before looking back up towards the other. "Yes yes. Vampire. That's the word. Eir'Vidar can never remember it."
The next thing that was mentioned confused Eir'Vidar slightly. "What does the...You mean?" Syn Glancing in a casual manner towards whatever caused a ruckus before, Syn would point out "...my father is also a nightmare, and my mother is also a vampire of sorts, though not a true one. Slight differences, I am certain, but nonetheless, she lusts for blood far more than is normal."
Of course, he neglected to mention he was similar to his mother in such a manner.
Turning his glance back to this other, he pointed out "...and the name is Syn by the way...."
His stomach took this inopportune(sp?) time to complain about its hunger, gurgling rather loudly. Eir'Vidar "Oooooooh." Eir'Vidar uttered, as he finally understood what the other was speaking about. Wow they were rather similar, parent wise anyways. "The red liquid is really good." he gave a nod as he spoke. He almost wondered if Syn drank the red liquid too. After all if he did because he picked it up after his mother then the one before him might have too.
The sudden sound of a grumbling stomach reached his ears, causing them to flick slightly. "Is the Syn hungry?" he questioned tilting his head to the side. Syn Snarling at his own stomach for revealing his current problem, Syn grumbled "...yeah... that was the whole reason I was out here to begin with... my adoptive sister, Heartless... she told me this was a great hunting area.... I should never trust her... she is clinically insane...."
Of course, he trusted her far more than most regular kitsusagi. Had it not been for the fact they were considered siblings in a sense, he might have actually been attracted to her.
That was something nobody needed to know though. Glaring towards the stream, he noticed the others moving along again. With a quick motion of his tails, he signaled that the other come along. Eir'Vidar The male nodded slowly, motioning that he was listening to everything that Syn was saying. "Insane? You sure she just not different?" After all different could easily be mistaken for being insane and other such things. he'd seen it happen many times.
Slowly he followed alongside the other. "Maybe someone looking for the shinies will let you eat them....Well if you eat that stuff." He had to try and remember that not everyone was for trying at least to eat another Kitsusagi. "Or Eir'Vidar could see if he can find you something?" he was always ready to help...Well unless he didn't like you for some reason...But Eir'Vidar pretty much liked everyone. Syn "..........I ain't the one who made the label for her..... she did that one all on her own......." the dark cougar kitsusagi explained. "...she ain't ashamed of it, so it ain't any skin off my back if I call her what she calls herself..."
He didn't even pause for a moment when the other suggested he eat one of the current company. "...as tempting as it is to try and pick off one of the others.... I will hold back from eating one that is of my own species.... tis considered cannibalism, especially when the others can't regenerate like father can..."
However, a small squawking sound managed to reach his ears, causing them to perk up. There was finally something worthy of eating, and all it was doing was complaining. Perhaps when the others left for the next destination, he could pick that little waterfowl off for dinner. Eir'Vidar "Oh. Well if she calls herself that then that must be what she is." he spoke more of trying to have it make sense to himself then anything else. It was rather odd for one to call themselves insanse...Wasn't it? Maybe not, if there was at least one that did so.
A frown formed on Eir'Vidar's maw. No eating the others because of...Cannibalism? "But the others probably taste so good. Eir'Vidar has bitten many others of our kind and they taste really, really good....Most don't like it though." Not that, that had ever stoped him from bitting someone. After all when one tired to eat his own father everyday dispite being told not to over and over was not about to stop biting people because they didn't like it.
His gaze turned from Syn to up ahead. Something was...Squawking...Or was it quacking? No matter what it was, there was something up there. "There's a bird?" Syn "....yes... a fowl..." he grunted slightly. He couldn't help but lick his chops again. Duck did sound like a rather good meal at the moment.
"...are you hungry as well Eir'Vidar?" Syn asked more politely than he usually would allow himself. ... Pages 1142 - 1204 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 7:58 pm
{ G O G G L E S . A N D . S O C C E R } Taichi Yagami Taichi groaned as he wandered past a bunch of pine trees, slowly making his way towards a cabin of sorts, the HQ in the area. His tails draged along the ground, his eyelids heavy as he finally made his way to the door, slowly pushing himself in. As his furry paws touched the floor inside, he floped onto his stomach, his maw resting against the ground.
"Kyaaaa...Why did that thing have to keep me up all night..." he groaned, as Greymon sliped off his shoulders, ploping down next to the Kitsu's head. Lifting a paw, he pushed his goggles down from around his forehead, so that they'd hang loosly around his neck. There really was no reason to be wearing them on his forehead at the moment.
"Taichiii...I'm hungry." a sudden gurgle came from the orange, blue and brown guardian. His short fuzzy tail curled over into his lap, as he grabed a hold of it. He wasn't as nearly as tired as the Kitsu...His partner so to speak.
"And I'm tired..I don't ever want to hear about blood again." he paused, shutting both brown eyes, slowly curling his tails around his socks. "Especially ways to drink it..." Akasu She should have been outside by now, but her head was really aching. It had been three days since she herself had managed to sleep- not because someone was irritating her, but simply because she couldn't. The light hurt just a little more when it was like this, so she's stay inside an wait. Wait until it got just a little bit dimmer. It wasn't as if she hadn't practically grown up in this place, so staying the cabin was certainly no big deal.
Akasu surveyed the room through half-closed grey eyes, ears lowered to the material of the couch she lounged upon. She was bored, and quite lonely to boot. Maybe Kakashi would swing by to say hello, but that was really hoping for too much. Imagine her joy upon seeing the stranger tumble in.
He looked tired too, she noted, ears slowly swinging forward to catch the last of the whining from the guardian. Hungry, huh? She could fix that, maybe. The bit about the blood made her twitch. Sounded like something that demon Skarecrow would enjoy talking about. Hopefully that wasn't who the other ran into. Judging by the fact he still had all his limbs, he probably hadn't.
"Yo!" She greeted the weary stranger, pushing to a sitting position. "Saved you a seat!" Her red and black head tipped towards the large space of couch beside her. A bit odd, but she was friendly enough not to want him laying on the hard floor. If he could provide company for her, she didn't really care if he was mean or not. He certainly didn't seem like it. Taichi Yagami One russet eye shot open at the sudden sound of another. It certainly wasn't Greymon...It seemed far more..Feminine, or at least less like Greymon's voice. His long skin toned ears perked up, pushing against his bushy brown hair. He hadn't noticed that there had been another in the cabin, but then again he hadn't quite looked around. In fact he was still on the floor in front of the door.
"Taichi." Greymon spoke, tugging at the Kitsu's light blue sleave of the outer shirt. "Taichi." he spoke again, before turning towards the other upon the couch. A sudden displeased look upon his face. "TAICHI~!" he was just being rude not even answering. Tired or not.
Taichi cringed at Greymon's sudden bellowing of his name. "Kyaaaa..." slowly he opening his other eye, pushing himself up off the ground. His ears slowly rotated back as he looked at the other upon the couch. "Thank you." he smiled slightly, making his way over and hoping up upon the seat next to Akasu.
Greymon quickly scrambled his way after his partner, grabbing onto one of his three tails to make it up onto the couch. It was rather dificult at times being so small. Akasu "No problem." The teen purred sweetly, keeping a nice outlook even though her head hurt. She'd get a second wind soon enough. Hopefully. "So... Guess your name is Taichi, huh? I'm Akasu. How about your handsome friend here?" She winked at Greymon and suppressed a sudden bubbling of giggles that threatened to squeeze themselves from her. She didn't really want to come off as hyper because she wasn't, and she didn't want to seem like she was laughing at him. He was cute, though! Cuter than Pakkun, anyways.
"You two seem like you've been dragged up and down the mountain a couple times. Probably better to pass out on somthin' soft, huh?" Her eyes flickered to Greymon. "And have something to eat." She'd heard the guardian talk about food. She'd want to take care of her company if she could. The cabin probably had some snacks somewhere. Taichi Yagami Taichi smiled, giving a nod, "Haaaai~, I'm Taichi. Yagami Taichi." His tails flicked about slowly, before resting themselves upon the male's hind sock covered paws. Why exactly Taichi wore socks was really a complete mistery seeing as with his paws...Well he really didn't need them. Not to mention the amout of times they'd have to get washed. "You can call me Tai if you want though." Most often others did shorten his name.
"Huh?" his gaze then turned to Greymon as the female asked about his name. "Oh, this is Greymon." he lifted a furry paw and placed it upon the tiny guardian's head. The little creature grined happily as he looked up at Askasu.
"Handsome? Really?" His stubby tail waged slowly. This Akasu was really plesant. Not overly so like that other guardian back home...That guy...Well he was just overly plesant. It was rather bizare one could be so happy.
Taichi's gaze tilting upwards, "Well~" he began, trying to find the right words to say. "We got lost coming here. Though this is our first time here. And I'm not sure about Greymon, but I was tired when we started on our way here. One of the other Kitsusagi we live with was babering on all night."
Greymon's eyes widened. "Food? That would be wonderful." Akasu "Oh, nice to meet you Tai, Greymon. I don't have any nicknames that... I'd like to be called." Meaning she had plenty of them- just none she'd care to go by. Her ears lowered momentarily, but swung back up as she nodded.
"Of course you are." Another nod. She tilted her head and listened to Taichi's story quietly, trying to take it all in. "You're not the first. Not the last, either. This place is so huge! But wow- you made it up here. Welcome to the Mountain. I haven't really seen too much of myself, but my brother probably knows every nook and cranny. Well..." Maybe she was exaggerating just a little.
"I bet I could find some snacks for you." She told Greymon before she twisted and tried to push herself onto the back of the couch. "There's a kitchen right over there. You wanna come with me and see what we can find while Tai gets some rest?" She paused, biting at the inside of her cheek. "Doesn't your housemate sleep?" Taichi Yagami Taichi nodded slowly, "Pleasure to meet you too." And what a pleasure it was. She wasn't ganwing on his tails, talking about blood, trying to eat Greymon and so many other things that that one grey Kitsu had done.
"Yeah it is. A whole lot bigger then home too." he spoke looking around and trying to take everything in. He hadn't really bothered looking about outside, though he'd have to do that sometime. Get to know the place a bit more, as he planed on coming out to the cabin as often as he could. Or maybe just out to wander about though the trees. He and Greymon could go on adventures. Like they used to.
"Snaks. Mmmmm snacks." Greymon drooled, quickly wiping his mouth. Food of any kind sounded so good. "A kitchen." the smile upon his face grew, as he quickly hoped up onto Taichi's back, scrabling quickly up onto his head and into his bushy hair. It was much easier to see from up so high. "Ah, a kitchen!" he exclaimed catching sight of it.
"Huh?" Taichi, tilted his head to the side, turning around to look and placing his forepaws upon the back of the couch. "This place is like a home away from home." The male blinked, "If he does sleep...he sure talks a lot during it."
"Taichiiii!" Greymon shouted, loosing blance as the other tilted his head. Soon enough Greymon came tumbling down landing upon the male's tails.
With the sudden weight upon his tails Taichi moved forward a bit, wanting to get Greymon off him without having the little guy fall to the ground. Just his luck, he seemed to have moved a little too much, soon falling off the back of the couch. "Kyaaaa~" Akasu Akasu jumped slightly at the procession, scrambling onto the arm of the couch and safe out of the way. And poor Tai- he'd gone right over the back of the couch! The fuzzlet scrambled onto the back of said piece of furniture, hooking her nails into the material while she leaned forward.
"Taichi, are you okay?" She asked, hopping down to hit the ground in a rolling ball of fur a little bit past him. She laughed a little nervously, nearing his side so she could poke at his arm questioningly with her muzzle. "That was a good move." Sarcasm, of course, shielded by a soft giggling. Taichi Yagami "Kyaaaaa~ I don't want to go to school...I just want to play soccer..." the male goaned, oviously out of it. Be it the fact that he was tired or the fact that he had just fallen off the back of the couch, perhaps even both he was uttering nonsense.
Greymon blinked, quickly sliding off the front of the couch and onto the floor with a PLIP. Swiftly standing up he rushed over to the two. "Taichi?" he questioned, pushing his chubby little hands against the Kitsu's nose, only getting another soccer related comment in return. "Taiiii~ chiii~!" he whined, pulling on Taichi's goggle's.
"Oi! Careful Greymon, don't break them!" the male suddenly blurted out, the sudden tug on his goggles had oviously snaped him back to reality. Standing up he gave his body a little shake.
Greymon's red eyed gaze looked downwards as he dangled from Taichi's goggles, soon letting go of them and sitting down next to Akasu. "Taichi's got a head as hard as mine." he beamed. Akasu "Soccer... What's soccer?" Akasu questioned aloud, more to herself than anything. She laughed as the other snapped out of his slump with a simple pull to his goggles. "Those things are pretty neat, by the way. What're they for?"
She was still young and didn't understand what a lot of these things were that Tai was talking about. To Greymon's comment, she giggled and sat as well. "That's a good thing in this case... I think. Looked like it hurt a lot." Taichi Yagami Taichi couldn't help but blink. Poor Akasu didn't know what soccer was. She was being taught nothing! "Soccer is the best sport out there!" he spoke happily, soccer was a very important part of his life....Infact it was almost completly his life. "It's a game, there's two teams and you try and kick a ball into the other team's net. At the end the team with the most scores wins." his tails wagged slowly, soccer always made him happy. Be it just talking about it or actually playing it.
His russet eyed gaze turned downwards as he looked at his goggles. "Oh these? They're my goggles." Taking them off the blue headband he quickly snaped them over his eyes. "You wear them so nothing gets in your eyes." With that said he took them off, placing them back around the blue band and then snapping them around his forehead, a tiny tuff of hair sticking out between his two eyes. "I usually wear them like this though."
Pushing himself to his feet, Greymon looked over at Akasu. "Taichi's strong, I'm sure it duidn't hurt at all." His gaze then turned to the goggle headed male. "Right Taichi?"
"Right." the Kitsu said with a quick nod. ... Pages 1302 - 1312 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:08 pm
{ E X P L I N A T I O N . W I T H . I N D I A } Dementor Dementor meandered his way in, why he had come to the HQ he was not quite sure. The main idea he had as to why he had left home for the time being was mearly that the new Kitsu at home was a pampered little snack bar. It was sickening just being around the creature. Not that he was always happy like Fledge, oh no he got depressed...Actually quite easily if Dementor was to...Help out.
His scabby pointed ears rotated forward as he grunted, licking his chops before wandering deeping into the room. Fledge was behind him, yawning and contiually crashing into his hind leg. You've have though the guardian would have figured to slow his pace, but no he kept the same pace and continued to crash into Dementor. India There was nothing interesting. It seemed there almost never was when he decided to stay awake. When others caught up to him, he tended to be on the verge of sleep. Now, when he was awake and almost, but would never admit, looking for company, there was none. At least, not until an eerie feeling swam from the tip of his solid-colored tail and up his spine. A quick look brought up the cause.
India had never met a nightmare before. The sight of the strange creature startled him greatly. Dark ears slipped against his skull momentarilly, then rose again, but held a level as if to say: 'I won't mess with you.' He didn't yet know that Dementor couldn't see. Dementor Dementor hadn't noticed the other, his ears had not picked up any sounds and he certainly hadn't crashed into the other or brushed past him. Though even without a sense of smell or the ability to see he'd have been able to sense the other's soul....However it was rare that Dementor cared enough to do such things, and so the other when un noticed for the moment.
He paused in his steps, taking a seat upon his haunches, the corner of his jaw curling as Fledge crashed into him once more. "Fledge...must you...do...that...?" came his raspy, rattling voice, as he turned his head back to 'look' at the guardian.
"S'not my fault I can't see." Fledge huffed, ploping down onto the ground.
"Doe..sn't...mean you...have to...be stu...pid abo...ut it..." India The raspy voice made India's ears twitch and curious eyes narrowed in the nightmare's direction. Sure, he knew there were some Kitsu who chose not to acknowlede the presence of another, however, he hadn't really experienced such 'rejection' himself. It was only with further observation that he noticed the stitches holding shut the pale one's eyes. Now would've been a good time to make himself scarce, but rather than do so, he moved closer to the other. Soft paw-falls were the only telling of his approach. Despite the nagging of his fear to retreat, he kept pace. Dementor Dementor's large ears perked up, soon flicking backward as he turned his head from Fledge over to a sound. It was almost silent, and had he been deaf too, he certainly would not have noticed. However if he had been he most likly would have wandered about looking for souls so that he'd have at least one way to tell if another was there.
His breaths were slow and let off an extreame rattling sound. His blackened hood was pushed back behind his hair and not floped in his face for once. His three vein looking tails swaying slowly, causing the tattered and torn cloak to wrinkle up at the ends.
"And...you a...re?" he almost hissed, had his throat allowed him. India India stopped in his advance, still startled by the voice, even though he'd heard it already. From closer, the rattling breaths were greater in volume and the voice echoed more so in his sensitive ears. A chill seemed to surround them. How strange. Deciding it was in his best interest to answer, he spoke up, though quite tentatively. "I'm... India." Was the most he could get out. Dementor The nightmare grunted, definatly someone he did not know of. Though there were many Kitsu, he did prefer if he knew the ones before him. That was he'd always know who he hated and who he didn't mind speaking with....But speaking with a new Kitsu, one of whom he had not met before. He did not know whether to try and avoid conversation entirly for the likly chance of getting annoied or if he'd enjoy a chat with the one before him.
"You know it's not nice to sneek up on people." Fledge uttered, pointing a chubby little hand a completly random direction. Fledge was never good at telling where one was...Well except Dementor, but that was a given with the nightmare's constant rattling breaths. His sense of direction however always seemed to oddly improve when one was trying to eat him.
Pushing himself up, Feldge folded his arms. "It's a good thing he did eat you here. Sneeking up on people and all."
Dementor sighed. "I..don't..eat peo..ple.."
"What you do is close enough." India 'What you do is close enough'? India's eyebrow raised, though he hadn't really summonded the motion. Still, despite the fear perked by such a statement, he didn't make a move to leave. Maybe it was merely out of his curiousity concerning the nightmare or maybe out of fear that he would be attacked for any sudden movement.
Glancing at the guardian, who's finger was strangely pointed away from him rather than at him, he let out a soft breath. "I'm sorry for sneaking up on you. It was rude, but I suppose my curiousity is too much for me, unfortunately." For now, he figured pure honesty was the best course of action. Dementor "You..'ll ha..ve to...excuse...Fledge." Dementor let out another sigh, lifting one of his large forepaws and placing it down upon the tiny guardian as he usually did when he wanted to get the creature to shut up. "He's...a blum...bering...idiot.."
"Iamnot!" came a muffled voice, as the little creature wiggled under the nightmare's paw. Why did Dementor always have to squish him? There was no need for such things. He could be quiet. He could be unannoying. He could do a lot of things...Or well he was in a delusion that he could do such things...Especially keep quiet when told. India India almost chuckled, but held it in for the sake of formality. He felt far from knowing this other enough to be informal. Besides, he could only imagine how wary having no sight would make himself, he wasn't at all sure about the other. "Um, may I ask your name?" He dared, returning his gaze to the nightmare. Of course, even though he knew physical movements couldn't be seen, he used them out of habit Dementor "Dementor." came the male's quick reply, as he lifted his paw, the little guardian crawling out and ploping down with an upset look upon his face.
Lifting a hindpaw Dementor scratched at some of the scabbs that lay about on his ears. It was rather annoying sometimes, all the scabbs upon him. They got so itchy, even though they really couldn't be seen...Well at least the ones upon his ears and the one's upon his body. His fur was too thick there, and well he did wear a cloak. But the few that were upon his snout, those if looked at closely could be seen. Not that it really mattered to him, he couldn't see to begin with so he had no need to care as to what he looked like. India "Ah," he sounded out, tilting his head ever so slightly. Once again, his amber gaze shifted to the guardian. Besides never seeing a nightmare, he'd never seen a guardian before. Tossing around the idea of asking a few questions in his head, he sighed.
Finally, he worked up the gall and just asked. "Why do you look different than the Kitsu I've see, Dementor?" He questioned slowly and carefully. "And... what is Fledge?" Dementor Dementor arched a brow, as he turned his head towards Fledge then back towards the other. "I'm..a nigh..tmaren." he spoke with a slight nod, it was quite ovious this other had not seen a nightmare before. "A cur...sed...Kitsu...sagi...if you...will." came his raspy voice once more, as he tried to get out a brief description of what exactly a nightmare made you.
"Fledge..." he paused, his head turning back towards the guardian. "He's..a guar..dian..he can...trans...late what...we say...to the...humans.." India There was a moment of silence after the description as India allowed the words to sink in. A cursed Kitsu? He supposed that was why the other's eyes were stitched. The male knew he could never truly understand what it was to be a nightmare. He suddenly felt outclassed, but also greatful that he wasn't one of the cursed. A thought then registered. "There are many different kinds of Kitsu, aren't there? My brother became a snow Kitsu. Very fluffy." He tried to keep his description short, but still he felt dumb. He felt dumb talking about a fluffed Kitsu breed to a nightmaren. "And Fledge... can talk to humans..." he added with a whisper. It was more of a statement than a question. Dementor Dementor nodded slowly, there were many types and more and more keept poping up. "Many..kinds.." his voice was somewhat low as he spoke, he'd have mentioned how angelics were disgusting, but decided not to. Most other Kitsu seemed to not mind the winged ones, but he. No he hated them, they were so pure so...Perfect. Maybe it was just jelousy, but that didnj't matter to Dementor. He simply just hated them.
"Human's are only good to talk to if they're giving you cookies." Fledge huffed, reciving a grunt from Dementor. With a rather displeased look upon his face he continued, ".....Or if Dementor wants to say something." India Even though not much had truly been said, India felt as if he'd learned a lot. Not just wisdom, but perhaps a little more control over his emotions, as well. "Thank you for talking to me," he offered with a bow. "I... I'm gonna go. Take a nap." Once more, his eyes scanned the cloked figure and his guardian. Perhaps they would meet again someday. Against what could be considered better judgement, he found himself hoping so. "Good bye," he said finally as he walked off. ... Pages 1926 - 1931 ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:20 pm
{ O B L I V I O N } Oblivion The teen yawned lightly as she slipped through the woods, eyes dancing about the carpeted floor of the forest. When she was younger she used to think it possible to count each and every pine needle on the ground around her, but she'd grown to realize how faulty that thinking was. She still did not believe it impossible, like so many probably would, but she decided you could guess a high number and be done with the matter, no need to waste time counting each needle.
She gave out a little sigh, tails flicking back and forth as she continued along, looking for something. Not a thing imparticular, just something out of the ordinary. Or in the ordinary, she wasn't very sure. It was hard to move about and do things on your own so often, especially if you refused to seek out new company, new companions. Oblivion had never been smart enough to do that, but perhaps that intelligence would kick in soon enough.
After a few more steps she finally sat down, chin tilting upward as she lifted her gaze skyward, trying to flicker through all of the branches cris-crossing helterskelter in the sky above. She didn't mind so much, though. The trees were huge and most certainly ancient, the fact that the branches high above were competing for some sort of space in the air was almost charming in a way, though it was a way she could not figure out. Maybe instead of seeking hints of blue through the branches she could think about why such a thing was charming at all? Eir'Vidar Eir'vidar gave his head a quick shake as he looked up at one of the pine trees. It was so funny looking...Or simply that could have been because he hadn't really looked at one before. He had seen them, yes, but he had never taken the time to sit and look at one. It was all prickly looking...Like a cactus, yet it was almost furry looking as well, like he was. Well excluding the fact that he wasn't green. He was grey...And whatever those other colours one him where. He couldn't quite remember. He hadn't described himself to anyone for a long time, so no need to know then.
"Mr. Prickles?" he questioned, looking at the pine tree, not entirly sure as to why he was now speaking to the tree, it was almost as if he felt a need to. "Eir'Vidar wants to know why you're so prickly...And do you taste good? Do any of those little feather birds live in you? Eir'Vidar would like some of the red liquid please."
Seeing as that it was a tree, the Kitsu got no reply. How rude, certainly the tree would have enough sense to speak to him. With a grunt much like his father's, the male turned, quickly trotting off. What a rude tree.
A soft scent soon caught his nose, as he paused and looked around with his one eye. "Hello?" he questioned, though he could see no one as of yet. He could certainly smell them. Oblivion Oblivion took a deep breath, eyes half shutting as her chin slowly descended, as did her gaze. Soon she was watching the trunk of the tree, so intensly she thought the little 'hello' she'd faintly heard was coming from it! But for a while that she'd been traveling to the woods not one tree had ever said anything to her. She didn't think that ment that they didn't speak, but if they did she didn't think they'd start speaking now.
So instead she hopped to her paws, eyes tumbling about as she tried to catch sight of something that would make more sense in saying hello. "Salute?" She said, half questioningly and half trying to get the other's attention. Her gaze flicked back to the tree trunk for a moment, almost as if she was confirming to herself that it wasn't indeed speaking. "Over here." She finally called, eyes still dancing about. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar's wing coloured ears soon flicked upwards as a reply came from his uttering of 'hello'. He smiled a toothy smile as his dusty rose tails swayed slowly behind him. He'd get to talk to someone. Someone that would speak with him, not like that dumb ol'tree. And maybe they're know where the good tasting things were. Maybe they themself tasted good. He'd have to wait and see.
Quickly he picked up his pace, soon spoting a purple blob in the distance. And was that green upon the blob? Upon a closer look the male found that it wasn't infact a blob, but a Kitsu. How slightly disapointing. It would have been fun to speak with a blob.
"Hello, hello!" he chiped again, bounding over towards the female. Oblivion Her eyes traveled carefully over him, storing his appearence in his mind. Or perhaps seeing his condition, it was hard to tell. "Hi." It was about the forth or fifth time that word, or greeting had been uttered. Or maybe third, whatever. Her tails swayed slightly as she stood there, staring at him. A cheery one, at least that was how he sounded.
"It's been a while since I've actually talked to another." She stated rather bluntly, slowly sitting to face him. Eir'Vidar "Relly?" he questioned titlting his head to the side as he looked at the female. He had spoken to others quite recently. Poor girl, if she had been deprived of speaking to another. Such things made life boring. Or perhaps she hadn't wanted to speak to anyone, then maybe he was bothering her. Oh well. "Eir'Vidar wonders what Purple One is doing all the way out here."
The male nodded slowly, "Did the trees not speak with Purple One either?" Oblivion She winced slightly as he addressed himself, speaking in third person. So the first stranger she'd run into after so long was some odd fellow? She supposed it could have been worse. Some how. "Eir'Vidar is your calling? I'm Oblivion." She said softly, though she thought he'd probably forget the name after their meeting was done.
"I am out here simply because I enjoy the company of the wilderness. No, the trees didn't speak with me." She laughed slightly, it was nervous laughter. It was almost as if he'd read her mind about the trees, but surely it was just coincidnce with his own happenings. Eir'Vidar The half nightmare gave a nod, "Yes Eir'Vidar is Eir'Vidar." His tails wagged for a moment as he spoke, but soon stilled. "Oblivion...The Purple One has a nice name." a soft smile spread across his maw, his ears rotating back.
His red eyed gaze then turned to one of the trees. "Eir'Vidar tried talking to one of the trees, but it wouldn't talk to him." he grunted, sitting down upon his haunches. "The trees do not seem to like anyone, Oblivion." at this his ears drooped for a moment, he wanted the trees to speak with him, but with their attitudes that was simply not going to happen. Trees were mean, he was positive he had seen on television that they could talk. Why else would he have even tried to talk to them. Television was never wrong.
He lifted a paw scratching at the stiches upon his sealed eye. "Eir'Vidar does not find much company out here. Nothing will talk to him....Nothing will show him where to find the feathered ones with the red liquid." Oblivion She blinked a few times and then made a slight face. "Thanks, I guess. Eir'Vidar has a nice ring to it, too." Her tails flicked back and forth across the needle-carpeted ground, and slowly they parted and swayed around her, falling still.
Her right ear flicked as she listened to his perdiciment, and a frown slowly deepened on her features. "I think the trees like everyone just fine. I bet when they were young trees they used to talk all of the time. The problem was that no one listened. You'd go silent too if no one ever listened for as long as no one has listened to the trees." Well, quite a few words tumbling out of her pretty little mouth. She wasn't sure why she was sticking up for the trees, she just felt the need to. They obviously couldn't stick up for themselves, now could they?
"B..birds?" She asked after a moment, looking a little nervous. Did he like blood a lot, or something? Eir'Vidar "Purple One thinks so?" he questioned, though he didn't quite expect an answer to that. "Perhaps Oblivion is right. Maybe trees go silent. Eir'Vidar will have to try and find a young tree to talk to now." He grined, "Yes, Eir'Vidar would like to see what the tree has to say, so he shall have to find one sometime."
"Mmmhmmmm." his head turned to a tree next to him. Pushing out his nose he sniffed at it, before letting out a sneeze. "Birds. The red liquid in the feathered ones taste good. Not as good as the red liquid in father though.." he paused looking up with a rather confused look. "Father doesn't let Eir'Vidar try and eat his foot though. Eir'Vidar has found a few others he likes to nibble on...." a frown formed on his face, as his shoulders seemed to relaz a little. "They wont let him though either." Oblivion Oblivion smiled slowly, glad that he did not argue with her over the trees talking. But then he continued his talk about blood... And trying to get blood from other Kitsu! She hunched her shoulders just slightly and watched him a little more than before. "That's because when you take someone's ..er.. red liquid it hurts them. And if you take too much they'll die, and be more silent than the trees. Colder than the mountaintop. Never again can you get red liquid from them... then.." She breathed out, a little surprised at this one's appitite. Eir'Vidar "Eir'Vidar knows." he smiled sweetly, perhaps a little too sweetly. He was well aware of what happened when there was no red liquid left in one. "Eir'Vidar wouldn't take all of it, just some." His tails flicked upwards, the ends twitching slightly. "It tastes better then the freathered one's red liquid and the fuzzy balls too."
Another nod.
It really seemed that out of all the blood he had tried, he prefered blood from other Kitsu...Something that really seemed to bother most others. Of course the male had kept it to himself that if the blood was really good in taste he'd probably end up taking it all, even if he didn't mean to. Or if he simply didn't like someone...But then again, there wasn't anyone that Eir'Vidar didn't like, at lest notthat he had met so far. Oblivion She sure had bumped into a really odd fellow. He was creeping her out, and it wasn't hard to tell. She was beginning to get restless, and she kept glancing around. "Want to head back to headquarters?" She asked, out of no where. Yeah, being with weirdos out in the woods was not a good idea. "Maybe we could... even.. find some birds on the way.. or something." Her voice was a little faint. ... Pages 1314 - 1315 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:36 pm
{ H A R B R I N G E R } Luned Luned let out a yawn, as she streched out, her claws digging into the dirt. Her long yellow and brown spotted ears rotated back as she glanced to the HQ's doors with her shimmering green eyes. A slight frown formed upon her maw as she looked on, she was wary of going in. Turning her nose up she turned on her heal, walking over to a tree and flopping down next to it. It was a nice night, why spend it indoors when she could simply lay outside in the cool air.
Behind her, her tails swayed slowly, the tiped curled towards her body. Lifting a rust coloured paw she pushed her bright yellow bangs from her face. She'd head into the HQ another time, perhaps after she got used to these new suroundings. Harbringer It was a miracle he was actually outside. This is what Harbinger could only muster up as he slinked around the garden outside, his white and black fur glinting in the night. He only THOUGHT he was in a good place for him to hide out in - as the little Harhar that once was, was now the huge Harhar that was flickering around slightly paranoid like. He was even bigger than Siggy - and she was HUGE!
Never the less, as he was thinking, he hadn't seen the root that caught up from under his large, clumsy foot - and tumbled out of the garden, and near the gold one, with a large FWUMP. Luned Luned's jade eyes widened as she spung up, a large white ball of fluff falling right in front of her. Quickly her ears had flicked back, pressing against the back of her skull for just a moment, before they rotated back around, almost like a set of horns pointing towards the large clump in front of her.
Her three tails stilled, as she poked her nose closer to the one that fallen towards her. She blinked, titlting her head to the side. "Who tha 'ell are you?" she questioned, her nose wrinkling. "Were 'ya acting the maggot o' something?" She lifted a paw, gently poking at the fluffy one's side. Harbringer A surprised squeek emitted from the bundle of fur that had appeared infront of the golden and rust furred femme, his blood red eyes wide in fear as he jumped back - making sure that what had just touched him wasn't going to spawn his eminent death or pain.
But instead, his eyes caught another kitsu, and his sudden large mane and fearbubble popped, and he suddenly went down to a more regular - but yet spooked and rediculously fluffy kitsu, who showed immense fear of everything. "H-h-h-hellosorryI'msosorryIdidn'tmeantos-s-startleyou!" he wailed out when he finally found his voice, bowing to the other rushingly, looking up to her once again. Luned Luned blinked as the large creature leaped backwards, his voice stuttering and slured together. A rather timid lad it seemed...Was he even a Kitsu? He certainly was huge, bigger then her at least...Or maybe it was the fur. She shruged off the thought.
"Well aren't 'ya rather gobsmacked." her voice held a rather teasing tone in it, as she sat back upon her haunches, tails curling themselves around her legs. "Y'er not a norm'l Kitsu, are 'ya?" Of course when one thought about it, he had to be one...But either he was having a very bad hair day or he wasn't one of the more common normal species.
She paused, a sudden thought coming to mind. "Ye wou'n't 'appen to be hammered...Would 'ya?" Harbringer Harbinger finally realized he was making a folly of himself, and curled up into his own fur, sitting down briskly as he listened to the other kistu, noticing that she - too - was smaller than he was fur size - and that the lord Xerros was right, Harhar was a bit peculiar. Which kind of made me feel good inside.
"N-not tanked, no - I'm just.. a bit high strung.. " he muttered, looking down at his large paws as he finally answered the other through mutters and mumbles. "I'm supposedly a-a "snow" kitsu. Big and fluffy, l-like a gigantic furry heater.. As I've b-been called." he chuckled at what he had been called by Adi. Luned "Mmmmm..." she nodded slowly listening to the other speak, her center tail unwrapping itself from around her legs to slowly twitch in the air. A Snow Kitsu. Well that made sense. He was covered in such puffy fur, it must definatly keep him warm during those cold winter days.
However one question rose to her mind. "'ow do ya' stand th' 'eat with all tha' fur?" She was certain, had she as puffy of fur that he did she'd not be able to stand being outside at all. She'd probably spend such times indoors...In front of a fan.
Her tail one middle tail flicked back and forth slowly in the air before it stilled, remaining perked up. "There 'ain't 'n re'son ta' be shook." He gaze shifted from Harbringer, as she looked about the area. There really wasn't anything to be freaked out about, not that she could see anyways. Perhaps he was simply parrinoid. ... Pages 1962 - 1965 ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:43 pm
{ S A Y . H E L L O } Taichi Yagami Taichi gave his head a shake, ploping down onto his haunches, and lifting both his forepaws. Balancing on his hind paws he pushed up his hair a bit making sure that it was remaining as puffy as ever. After all what would he do with out his hair, it was what most seemed to remember about him...His hair and his goggles. Nodding to himself he snaped his goggles around his forehead, allowing a little tuff of hair to stick out beteen his two eyes.
"Greymon~" he called, turning around to face his guardian who was looking at a bunch of flowers. He was heading to the Realm's HQ for the first time. "Come on Greymon." he grined, placing his forepaws back on the ground finally and trotting towards the HQ.
"Haaaai~" Greymon's voice soon followed, as he turned away from the flowers and trailed after the male Kitsusagi. "Coming Taichi-san~!" Dyami Dyami had fun being in this new place. HIs ears perked up when he heard a distant voice. Grinning, he decided to hop over to the voice, unless it started to get farther.
"HELLO!" he called at the top of the lungs. Taichi Yagami Taichi froze, his head perking up and his ear pointing forward, almost like a guard dog type of stance. His swaying skin toned tails behind him stilled, as he heard someone call out hello. Quite loudly too. Lifting a sock covered hindpaw he tapped it gently upon the ground before dashing forward.
"Helloooooo!" he called back, before quickly skidding to a stop, dirt covering his once whiteish grey socks. There was one up ahead, he could see them now. Definatly the one that had called out to begin with.
Russest eyes shifted back as Taichi turned his head to see Greymon running after him. He let out a soft chukle before slowly apporaching the other. Dyami Dyami grinned when he saw the other Kitsu skid to a halt. "HI!" He shouted back. His eyes widened a bit when he saw a guardian following the other Kitsu. He gave up hopping and began to run towards the Kitsu. Gypsy Gypsy comes flying out of the HQ, quite gracefully, but lands a little sloppily. She sits up, squawking a bit as she shakes her head, shaking her red fur out as she looks around for anyone. Taichi Yagami Taichi smiled warmly, "Hello, hello." he uttered sitting down upon his haunches, sock covered hind feet pointing upwards. Behing him his three tails resumed swaying slowly, his long navy blue sleeve covering up his forepaws.
It was then that he heard the sound of squawking. "There another around here?" he questioned, turning his attention to Greymon who had just caught up with him, quickly taking a seat next to the male.
"I don't know Tai~chi~" the orange coloured guardian uttered, a little out of breath. It was hard runing as fast as Taichi, especially with his stubby little legs. Dyami Dyami skidded to a halt and ended up tumbling around before stopping. He spat out the dirt that got into his mouth and stared at where he had heard the new voice.
"HELLO?" he called. He half expected to hear an echo every now and then, considering the volume of his voice. Gypsy Gypsy squawks loudly when she hears someone call and with a flap of her wings, she takes off toward the direction of the voice, twittering and twirping loudly. Taichi Yagami Taichi would have stood had he felt the need to, but decided there really was no need and simply remained where he was. "Greymon," he uttered turning his gaze from the guardian to up head where the squawking was coming from. "Go see where that's coming from."
Greymon nodded, pushing himself up into a standing position. "Haaaai~!" he uttered soon skuttling off, past the orangeish coloured Kitsu. He'd find who ever was making the racket of sorts.
Taichi's attention then turned towards Dyami. "Hullo!" he called out once more. "Who'er you?" Dyami Dyami blinked. Was that squaking that he heard. He shook his head, he must be imagining things. Dyami shifted his gaze to the orange guardian flying away.
"My NAME IS DYAMI!" he shouted back. "WHO ARE YOU TWO?" he asked. Gypsy Gypsy looks down and twitters when she sees a little orange guardian and she swoops down to land, crashing and flipping herself upside down. She squawks loudly and irritation and rights herself, shaking her red fur out and flapping her wings. Taichi Yagami Taichi's ears pined back as the other shouted. Pushing himself up he walked over to Dyami and sat down next to the other male. "Taichi." he smiled, "I'm Yagami Taichi." he paused looking for how far Greymon had gotten...Which really wasn't that far. Lifting a fuzzy paw he pointed to the guardian who was now staring up at Gypsy. "And that's Greymon." Gypsy Gyspy finally deems herself looking good enough to greet herself and she trots up to the little guardian, smiling happily as she twitters and says, "Hello, I'm Gypsy, who are you?!" she lowers her head to get a better look at him, wings folding to her back. Taichi Yagami Greymon smiled. "I'm Greymon. Your wings are really pretty." His short furry tail waged for a moment before he turned his red eyed gaze back to Taichi. The Kitsu was calling him. "Excuse me." he said with a small bow to the female as he quickly walked over to the goggle headed boy.
Taichi looked to Dyami. "Sorry to cut things short." he applogized, giving a dip of his maw. "I forgot that I promised to play soccer with someone and if I don't go now I'm going to be late."
"You're always late Tai~chi~" Greymon laughed, grabbing hold of on the male's tails and climbing up onto his back.
"Sorry again." he gave another dip of his maw, before turning on his heal and trotting off. Gypsy Gypsy bows her head and smiles as the little guardian runs off and she sits down, wrapping her three tails around her legs. Dyami Dyami tried his best to at least get a clear look at the Kitsu. He swore quietly when he couldn't catch up. He didn't get to even learn his name! He sighed and sat down. ... Pages 1972 - 1974 ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:50 pm
{ W H A T . A R E . F A N . G I R L S ? } Luned "Would ye stop acting the maggot!" a bellow came from a rust and yellow coloured female. Her tails flicked swiftly behind her as her emerald eyes glared towards a grey male. Why did she have to watch him? Since when was his father the ruler of the house. Imagine dumping babysitting dutties on her! The male was older then she was and still he needed to be watched from time to time. It was purely insane. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar was bounding around, laughing to himself. His one good eye turned towards the female, before a frown soon replaced his grin. "Eir'Vidar does not understand why Luned must be so grumpy." he huffed before his eye soon fixed itself upon two other Kitsu in the room. They certainly looked insteresting. Squall Squall turned his head toward Lune and Eir' Vidar. He gave a little bit of a hmm as he did. The fur on his coat shifted as he turned his body. He placed his hands inside of his pants pocket and wonder what was going on over there. He slowly walked in the direction of the two kitsu. Cloud Cloud followed Sqaull to make sure he wouldn't get into anything he would have to dig him out of. Cloud looked at the bright yellow kitsu who's fur color hurt his eyes and the one that looked like it got smacked around too much. Eir'Vidar Bat wing marked ears flicked back as the two clothed Kitsus approached. A grin reappered upon his maw as he took a step forward. "HELLO!" he shouted before jumping up in the air excitedly. He hadn't been out of the house for such a long time. His red liquid cravings had gotten pretty bad at a point, in which he attempted to rip his father's foot off. Something which did not go over too well. He had been kept inside since then as his father had forbidden him from leaving for a certain amount of time.
"Eir'Vidar says hello, yes!" Luned Luned rolled her eyes before placing a paw down upon Eir'Vidar's maw. "Would ye stop it." she hissed, before turning her gaze to the two other males. "Sorry fer 'im. 'e's rather loud." Squall "It's okay," said Squall. "I know how it is to deal with loud kids. Anyways my name is Squall Lionheart and this is my friend Cloud Strife." He then scratched the back of his head. Cloud "So what might your names be?" asked Cloud sitting down next to Squall. Luned Luned smiled, ever so slightly before it disappered swiftly from her maw. "'m Luned." she looked to the male next to her. "And this 'ere is." Eir'Vidar "Eir'Vidar is Eir'Vidar!" the half vampire chirped with a large smile upon his face. Luned Luned shot a glare towards Eir'Vidar before looking back at...Squall and Cloud was it? "Last names 'mmm?" she uttered. There was only one other she knew with a last name, not that it matted. "Pleasure ta meet ya." Squall "Nice to meet you to Lune and Eir'Vidar," said Squall with a smile. Luned Luned gave a nod, "What brings 'ye 'ere?" she decided to question. Eir'Vidar "Why does the Squall and the Cloud wear clothes?" Eir'Vidar perked his head up. He always seemed to ask questions like that. Infact he had probably asked his father and that Taichi guy that question multiple times. "Does it not bother the yous?" Squall "I am just floating around trying to hopefully find someone to care for....but mainly hang with Cloud so he can get alone time away from his daughter," said Squall. Cloud "We wear these to keep warm and that they are the ones we were born with," said Cloud not really knowning why. "Fan girls might steal our clothes." Luned Luned gave another nod as she listened closly to what Squall was saying. "'Yer doing a lot better then I, I must say." she grined. "I'm stuck baby sitting Dar 'ere. 'e's older then me, yet 'e acts like a chiseller." Eir'Vidar "Oooooo." Eir'Vidar said nodding his head as though he understood. "Eir'Vidar does not get it." A clueless smile slowly made its way onto his face. "What is a fan girl? Do these fan girls collect clothes?" ... Pages 4152 - 4152 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:59 pm
{ H O W . O D D } Stitch Tiny blue paws quickly dashed along the dirt towards the Mountain's HQ. A tiny drop of water had fallen upon his darkened nose and who knew what that ment. It could rain! And then what, what would he do, stuck out in the water pouring from the sky. No he would not fall victim to such a thing. He hated water and if there was even the slightest chace that it could rain he was going to stay where it was safe. Indoors.
Dark eyes widened as his three stubby little tails curled. Stitch let out a sneeze as he squeezed his way into the cabin. Ah. It would be safe in here, should the skies decided to bring down that dreadful water to the earth. Skarecrow Oh, yes, the rain was quite dreadful. Especially so when you happened to have some rather unfaithful body parts stitched so precariously to yourself. Not only that but rain was... well, it was cleansing. The time Skarecrow had spent living in the dirt made him frightened, in a sense, of purity. The rain would mat at his fur, then test the strength of the wiry material holding him together. As disoriented as Skarecrow might have seemed, he didn't really like limbs falling off of him without his prior consent.
So here he was, forced out of his day of terrorizing the sky by those intimidating rain clouds. The stitched one had placed himself in plain view, of anyone who cared to look, stretched out upon one of the numerous couches. His maw was lowered, as were his eyes, nibbling contently at a line of stitches around a forepaw for the moment. He was terribly bored, as one could imagine, but there were none in the cabin to terrorize as of yet. Oh, but they'd come. Someone was bound to come seek shelter from the rain here as he had. Perhaps that was why he'd chosen this particular place to settle.
It was the guardian that first saw Stitch, as it was his job to do. The fuzzy neon thing had been patrolling the perimeter, scouting for anything useful or interesting. The sneeze attracted Moe's attention, and he produced a soft churr that was directed at both his kitsusagi and the newcomer. Well, hello there!
Skarecrow perked slowly, though only raised his eyes, which soon lit with a curious spark. Now, the Skarecrow had seen a lot of things, but it was the first time he'd ever laid eyes on a kitsu so small. He didn't move yet, though. He waited. How would Stitch would react to Moe -who was clearly only sporting one arm- first? Stitch The young Kitsu lifted a tiny paw, gently rubbing his nose. His long blue and pink ears flicked as a very soft sound drifted though the air. His attention was grabed immediately. His large dark eyes shifted towards a brightly coloured thing. He had seen something like that before...but not so...bright. Yes, that large cloaked Kitsusagi at home always had one of those small things with him.
His eyes narrowed, something was off about it. Then it hit him. He drew back in alarm for a moment, before poking his nose out in the direction of the creature. How odd. It had one arm. "Bark." he spoke, slowly taking a step forward.
His gaze then slowly shifted to the Kitsu laying upon the couch. Was the creature the companion to him? Like how the one at home was to the cloaked one? The one that lay upon the couch. He was far more odd then the brightly coloured creature. Yes. Very odd indeed. He wiggled his toes, as he stood there. He was quite unsure of what to do. Skarecrow Moe didn't seem too worried by Stitch's approach, cooing at the bobtail softly before he also stepped, maneuvering so he was beginning to circle the blue one. His eyes were obscured by the puff of purple hair clumped over them in an unruly display, but he seemed to be studying the other, reaching out his one arm to prod curiously at his side.
Skarecrow continued to stare for a moment, until he realized the bobtail might not know how to react to the situation. "Doooo come hither," Purred the spider to the fly. "Take a seat near me if you want some company, fuzzlet. Skarecrow doesn't bark or bite...not on Wednesdays." Moe grunted his encouragement, crooning at Stitch. Yes, apparently he was with the Skarecrow, though the two seemed to contrast. Sheik Sheik pushed open the door of the HQ and trotted in, quickly shutting the door behind him. Water dripped profusely from his tight bodysuit and the half mask he wore over his face. He shook himself fiercely, sending droplets of water flying from his furry form. This done, he looked around and saw a very strange kitsu stretched out on the couch, and another, much smaller and bluer one trying to approach it.
"My apologies if I sprayed either of you." Sheik said, realzing that shaking might have sprayed the others with stray droplets of water. Stitch Stitch stood, his eyes never leaving the creature as it circled him. His ears were lowered, almost floped down like a little bunny rabbit's. Then came those words. A very haunting voice if he'd ever heard one. Perfect for the time of year. But still it was enough to make the young one wonder.
Stitch took a step forward. Now who would trust one who claimed not to bark or bite one Wednesdays. Was it even Wednesday? He didn't know. So then how was he to know if he'd be bitten. Of course should that happen he'd probably just bite back. He'd already torn apart the couch at home. That had turned out to be a very simple task.
As he lifted a paw to take yet another step closer, the door opened. A wet figure steped in, soon shaking off the water from their body. Droplets flew though the air, the blue one trying to avoid them all. Water how he hated it. Drowning in it. He couldn't swim. Even just the little drops. It wouldn't touch him. No.
Lowing his head he let out a growl, more to the water then to the one that had just cause the liquid to fly. His little chompers glistned, as his body was now quite tense. Oh how things easily bothered him. Sheik Sheik eyed the little blue bobtail with his one red eye, just visible above the collar of his tunic. The other was hidden behind locks of blonde hair that fell from under a cap woven of strips of cloth.
"Calm down. I didn't mean to splash you." the sheikah said to Stitch. His eyes were drawn away from the little kit to the large angelic kitsu on the couch. He was certainly a strange one. All stitched up and tattered as though he might fall apart at any moment...and that voice...words honied to mask their true intent.
Still, Sheik had no proof of this, and so he decided to be polite.
"Good evening, I am Sheik the wanderer." he said to introduce himself to the pair. Skarecrow The undead kitsu could see the indecision and he was somewhat pleased, about to hassle the kid more when the door opened once more. Joy of joys- this one was wet and had water spraying across the cabin without so much as a note of warning. Skarecrow squawked somewhat indignantly as one dirty wing unfolded and batted at the oncoming droplets. He struggled up and clambered onto the back of the couch, flaring out his wings for a moment as if preparing to to launch himself from the couch.
"Icksnay on the aterway, meester neenja." The stitched one seemed to whine, voice crackling as he did. "Is it really raining hard now? Raining fish?" His eyes narrowed down at Stitch taking in the little teeth. "Hee he. Fish go pook. Say it! Pook? If he wets you, could you shoot lasers out of your eyes?" Hm... Alright.. Stitch The young bobtail's face did not seem too pleased, he floped down onto his rump a large frown frozen upon his face. He mumbled something, but it seemed to be in his own little language. It had been something along the lines of "Smeeshka.." Whatever that ment.
He raised his head slightly as the wanderrer spoke his name. "Stitch." the kit replied.
Quickly his attention went back to the one upon the couch. What was he talking about? How odd. He grined ever so slightly and ever so slowly. A tiny laugh crept out of his throat. "Meega na la kweesta." he cackled. Sheik Sheiks one visible eyebrow raised as high as physically possible as he listened to the pair. It was official, he had stumbled in upon a mad-house.
"Yes...apologies again..." He said "The rain is falling harder now if thats what you mean." One bandaged fore-paw unconciously pawed the floor lightly as though it's owner were in deep though. Sheik really wanted to sit back and relax, and yet he hardly felt safe with this pair about. Neither of them seemed to have all their marbles. Skarecrow "And a happy new year!" A cackle also swelled forth from the Skarecrow, which held so many different pitches to it that it was a wonder one set of lungs could have managed it. If he had lungs at all, that was. Then an abrupt stop. "Why were we laughing? Ah, fuzzlet, your name is a one dear to our body." That was a bad pun, Skarecrow.
"Poookpookpook. Are you still talking?" Red eyes blinked towards Shiek somewhat innocently, and the corpse stretched his wings. "So, Shieky, Stitchums, what rainy-day games have you planned? Are they green?" No, perhaps they had lost all of their marbles, Shiek. Perhaps they could have some of yours if you stuck around a little longer? Stitch The rain was falling harder. Terrible news. Why did water even have to be on the planet. Why not far away on a planet he wasn't one. Off in distant space, in another glaxay if possible. He had to be stuck on a planet where there was such a terrible thing. A device made to torture him. He couldn't go outside now. He didn't even want to go near the door for that matter. Water was simply not good.
"Our?" Stitch questioned looking at Skarecrow. What did he mean by our? Was the winged one's body shared with another? Was that even possible?
Games? He hadn't planed any of those. He was just outside and had been attacked by a drop of water, so he found shelter. No games had been planed. None at all. "Games...No games." the kit uttered with a grin. His stubby tails wagging like a canine's. Sheik Sheik winced as skarecrow called him Sheiky, not a very good name, that.
"I'm afraid I don't know any games." Sheik said simply. He hardly dared to imagine what would happen if these two were introduced to any kind of game. Sheer madness would surely be the result. Sheik like keeping the madness to a minimum, he quite enjoyed his sanity, thank you very much! Yrre Yrre bounded in, shaking himself and laughing cheerfully as droplets of water went flying from his fur. Rain was funfun stuffs; he really couldn't see why the Worrier preferred to stay inside with his blanket and his books when there was so much wet to frolic in. Ah, well. He'd always known that the Worrier was strange. Stretching the running out of his legs, the bobtail trotted toward the little group of kitsu..not that the kitsu were little, mind you. He was the little one, kit-small and kit-weak...but he was getting accustomed to his form.
"The Yrre is to be greeting..!" he chirped, plopping down with a gleeful grin and perking his ears toward the others...whoever they may be. He couldn't see them, of course, because he was wearing his ever-present blindfold. "Who are to be being the yous?" Stitch "Itibitaba." he laughed as his blue claws taped against the floor, causing little clicking sounds to flow into the air. There he went with that language of his again. If the gibberish that was coming from his stubby maw ment anything that would certainly be a shocker. It wasn't as though Stitch couldn't speak normaly, he just prefered to speak his own language. Speaking normaly..Well his grammar wasn't up to the normal standerds. He often spoke a kind of in a broken way. Leaving out words here and there, often fogetting things like an 's' sound at the end of pural words...And well other such things, but that didn't really matter. People could still understand him when he spoke like that. But this...Alien talk. No only he knew what he was saying.
Another came in. Purple this time. Small. Short tailed. Like him....But bigger. Probably older too. "Oooooooooo." Stitch was very interested. He had never seen another like him before. Though why the other was wearing a blindfold he wasn't sure. There was something about him however. Something he didn't seem to like. The water. The water he had just shaken from his body. Clearly it wasn't bothering him, like the water hadn't bothered Sheik. Clearly something was odd about them. Sheik Sheik looked back over his shoulder as someone else entered. This one too seemed a little off, especially the way he spoke. His tails set him apart though, they were short and stubby like the blue ones, not at all like Sheik's long fluffy ones.
"Hello, I am Sheik." the sheikah kitsu said to the little purple one. "Tell me though, why are you wearing a blind fold?" Yrre Yrre lifted his blindfold a fraction, glancing at the- Woaaaah. That was one tiny kit, that was. And it talked funny. He was about to reply in jibberish...but then he remembered how angry that Brother fellow had gotten when he'd mimicked his strange way of speaking. He didn't want to make this littlelittle thing angry before he got the chance to figure out what it was.
"The Yrre is to be greeting the Sheeeeee-eik!" he exclaimed, nodding happily. "The Yrre is to be No-Eyes-Seeing, like the Llyr is to be teaching the me! the Kaida is to be a No-Eyes, so the Yrre is wanting to be learning to be No-Eyes-Seeing toooooo..." ... Pages 4199 - 4203 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 12:05 am
{ B E L L S } Stitch The tiny bobtailed Kitsusagi slowly padded across the HQ floor. His big dark eyes were set upon the couch. Oh how he wanted to rip it to pieces. What an event that would be, fluff would fly everywhere if he were to sink his tiny little chompers into it. Ah yes, this was the plan and it was set in his mind.
As he approched the large piece of furniture he took note of its size. It was so much larger then he was. One would be surprised if the tiny little blue kit could even manage to get up onto it, let alone tear it to shreads. He was tiny, that was a given what with the type of Kitsusagi he was. He never complained however. Never. His size didn't seem to bother him, it just seemed to make everyone else stare. One didn't often see such a tiny little thing.
His blue fur stood on end as he threw back his head letting out a crazed laugh, muscles tensing. His blue claws lifted as he stuck them into the side of the couch (the very bottom of it actually, as well he couldn't seem to reach much higher). "Idabita!" he shouted at the couch in his own made up language, as though he was trying to curse it. Train 'What an odd noise,' thought Train, 'I could swear I hear something...' Silent as a trained cat, the fluffy forgotten kitsusagi peered over the edge of the couch on which he was reclining. Eyebrows raised as the bell around his neck gave a light jingle and a smirk crossed his lips; something was trying to eat the couch, and was so tiny it was angry that it could not do so.
"Hey..." the male said loudly, still peering at the 'thing'. "You're a little too small.." The smirk on his lips was continuous and his good natured happiness was obvious. Pushing himself off the couch and landing delicately on the floor, his three sweeping tails curling at his back feet he watched waiting for a reply. Stitch Stitch stoped, his ears pressing forward as someone spoke to him. His gaze soon turned upward, looking at a much larger Kitsu. Soon as the other spoke he had gotten off the couch and onto the floor. It was then very ovious as to the size difference between the two.
"Small..." he repeated, his facial expression quite unhappy. Although he didn't mind being as tiny as he was, being told he was small seemed to be something entirely different to him. Perhaps it had something to do with his bad temper. Certainly that would be the best explination for it.
"Not small." he growled, staring at the other. "Ta smeeeshka!" He blinked as he looked over the other. He seemed so happy, what was to be happy about? The couch had not even been destroyed yet. Train Blinking, Train responded by sitting down politely and giving the smaller kitsu his full attention. After being around this place for a while, he'd finally gotten used to seeing creatures of every sort yet of all the same essential species. "Alright then... so why are you attacking the couch?"
The older and much larger was feeling in a jovial mood and looked intently at the bobtail before lowering himself to try and be on even grounds. However, even when the Black Cat was lying flat on his stomach he could not meet the other eye to eye. Stitch Why? Did someone really have to ask such a question. Attacking a couch was simply something one did when they wanted to destroy something, as he usually had the impluse to do.
As the older Kitsu lowered himself down to a level where Stitch could almost meet him eye to eye, the bobtail steped forward. Lifting his forepaws he placed them upon the other's maw. His little blue paws and claws standing out like little dots upon the other's fur. "Igala tanaba." he huffed, trying to explain it to the other. "I...destroy, things." Train There was a moment of confusion before his blank stare turned warm and he shoved the tiny blue thing and it's claws off his face, "Alright then." He placed his gigantic furry paw on the other and smiled. To him the other was a smile child, and in the old world, the one in which he came from, children had always been his weakspot.
Okay... so this one spoke a foreign language and liked to destroy things -which mainly included couches-. No big deal, Train himself had destroyed a few people in his day. Flicking his tails across the floor he said, "If it makes you happy." There was an advanced motion that could pass for the shrugging of shoulders and then Train went off in search of a nice bowl of milk, for he hadn't had enough from the last five. Stitch His paws fell from the other's maw with a gentle 'thump'. That was that? Well he certainly hadn't expected such a reaction. Usually at home he was asked as to why he liked to destory things. Something of which he could never seem to answer. And in this case it was certainly a relief. He wouldn't have to try and answer that question, as it was never asked.
As the other turned walking off, the young kit couldn't help but blink. Nothing more? He was just going to leave. A most curious action if he'd ever seen one. "Where..." he mumbled, taking a step forward before pausing. Train Train glanced back at the other and imitated something his old partner would've done: he closed one eye and grinned, "Thirsty little kit?" Chuckling solely to himself, he padded across the floor with ease while his bell necklace told of his movements.
The former assassin was too carefree these days. He had to money to waste and bother Sven with, he had a satiated appetite which was highly unusual, and he had no bountys to hunt. It was a lost cause. He needed something to do and he needed it soon. It wouldn't matter though would it? He didn't have Hades and he didn't have thumbs and so he was doomed inevitably. Stitch Thristy? No he wasn't thirsty. In fact Stitch didn't really eat or drink much, mainly due to his strange nature. His calling to destory things. Never the less, the kit was curious as to what the other was going to do. Where he was going. So he slowly began to follow. Well as long as Train wasn't going near water he'd follow.
His long ears were pined back the sound of the other's bell flowed throughout the air. It was an annoying sound of sorts, yet in another way it wasn't. It was rather hard to tell what one would classify that sound as. However, as to why one would want to wear a bell was beyond him. Didn't he ever get tired of that sound? ... Pages 3034 - 3036 ...
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 12:13 am
{ C H A T . W I T H . K A E ' L I C . A N D . R E M U S } Dementor It was a drawn out yawn, one that seemed to be rather mulled over. A plesant little grin had fixed itself on the large nightmaren's maw and it would not depart. Well plesant may have not been the propper word for it, but to the grin's owner plesant it was.
Perhaps it was due to the lack of a very annoying little guardian being around or perhaps it was the rather vast amount of souls he had collected the night prior.
His breaths were raspy as they usually were, as he lay upon the couch inside the HQ. He hadn't ventured into it for quite some time and with the fact of him being in a much more...Plesant mood, it had seemed to be as good a time as any to stop by.
Fledge wobbled around on the groud under the table, not to far from Dementor. His chubby little hands were placed upon the floor as he attempted to find any signs of sweets. There was always something on the floor around this place. Or well he always managed to find something. Kae'lic Kesa bowled right into Fledge, being on a major sugar high, the easily excited guardian was even more hyper then usual. It was safe to assume Kae'lic was nearby and no doubt with a head-ache. Kesa squeaked and peaked an eye open, to see who he'd run into this time. "Fledgie" He squeaked out, his whole body shaking with excitement, and most likely sugar.
The dark nightmaren groaned and pushed himself up, shaking off his body. His ears flicked, his tongue darted out briefly.
A slow smile spread over his maw "Dementor...." He muttered, picking up on the other nightmare. He padded towards the cloaked figure, his tails swaying lazily behind him. Dementor Fledge tilted back his ears as he toppled over, someone had bumped into him. It was about now that eyes would have come in handy. However just as quickly as he had been bumped into as just as quickly as he had thought of eyes the other spoke. A smile made its way onto the guardian's face. "Kesa!" he chirped happy to see..Or well hear the voice of another guardian. After all he didn't get to speak to another guardian all that much. In fact that Greymon guardian back home was always out and about. You couldn't get a chance to talk to the guy.
Dementor's head turned as Kae'lic uttered his name. The grin upon his face did not falter. "Hel...lo..Kae...'lic.." he spoke with his raspy voice. Slowly he sat up, tails curling around his hind legs. Kae'lic Kesa beamed, giggling excitedly. "Its-been-a-long-time-since-you've-been-here!" He squeaked out, wiggling around. He reached into his pouch and produced a small candy he'd found, he offered it to Fledge "Left-over-from-halloween" He smiled.
Kae'lic chuckled and bowed his head respectfully, an old habit. "How have you been old friend?" He asked sitting down, preferring a sunny spot close to Dementor. It has been a while since he'd seen his brother in law. Dementor Fledge gladly accepted the candy. He wasn't one to turn down any type of sweet. "Halloween is such a wonderful holiday." he beamed quickly gobbling down the sweet. "I don't see why Dementor had to ruin my Halloween though. I had to hang around with him and wait for him to finish devoering souls." Fledge pouted, "I never got to go trick or treating."
Dementor bowed his head in return as though he knew Kae'lic had just done so. "Quite...well.." he smiled. "Just...stuck wi...th a so..re paw..My son...got a lit...tle too hun..gry and...tried to..ta..ke the th..ing clean...off." he chuckled as he spoke. He had gotten used to Eir'Vidar trying to eat his paw, but it had been rather serious when a few days back he had seriously gone after his paw. "Fortu...natly...he's no..t too big...other...wise...I think...I may...have lost...a paw.." His long scabby ears flicked, "How..have you...been?" Kae'lic Kesa giggled, dumping out his bag of candy on the floor to share with Fledge. "Kae-didnt-want-to-go-I-had-to-get-some-from-danny-when-she-came-back" He said nodding his head enthusiasticaly, giggling and munching on some candy, his little tail wagging happily.
Kae'lic chuckled, glad none of the ones he raised were like that. "Kids...there's no understanding them at times" He said with a deep chuckle, his tails swaying contently in the sunny spot. "I have been well, Fate smiled upon me and led me towards a mate" He beamed happily, he never thought he'd find someone to spend his life with. The next step was..kids. But no rush on that. He liked his quiet time. "Not only is she great, but she can put up with Kesa" He laughed, turning his head towards the chittering guardian "I think she even finds him...cute" he stuck out his tongue, making a face of disgust. He knew the expression was lost to Dementor, but he liked bugging the guardian. Dementor The guardian nodded, "What is it with these Nightmares. Do any of them go get candy? Only two of the Kitsusagi back home went out, and they wont share any of their candy with me." he huffed picking up a piece of candy and poping it in his mouth.
Dementor smirked "Yes..." Eir'Vidar was a hard one to unserstand. Most of the time he wanted blood, but ocasionally he'd crave raw meat and it was then when he'd seek out his favourite prey. His father's feet. "Con...grat..ulations..." he smiled warmly. It was nice that Kae'lic had found a mate. "No...kids..yet..?" he chuckled. Kae'lic Kesa giggled and fidgeted with a candy wrapper, nodding in agreement with Fledge. "I-dont-know-must-be-because-they'd-eat-the-kids-as-candy" He giggled, making a candy wrapper tower. "i-dont-know-about-dementor-but-kae-doesnt-do-crowds-well" He nodded, smirking.
Kae'lic smirked "No kids yet, I still have my sanity" He chuckled, shaking his head side to side, his ears flicking, making sure Kesa didnt annoy anyone, other then Fledge. But guardians seemed to be able to stand each other. Guess someone had to. He tilted his head curiously " Any grandkids yet?" he asked with a smirk. Dementor Fledge laughed, it wouldn't be too hard to imagine a nightmaren eating a kid. From the way they were described and their attitudes it certainly seemed as though it would be something they'd do. "Dementor likes crowds..Well to a point. The more people around means more positive emotions for him to feed off of." After that Fledge stuffed another piece of candy into his mouth.
"Enjoy it...while...it lasts.." he spoke a gentle grin spreading its way across his maw. Kids were definatly a handful, especially when they were young. Throwing back his head he let out a slight laugh. "Not that I know of." Kae'lic Kesa nodded "Kae-gets-uncomfortable-and-snappy-well-snapper-altho-having-a-mate-has-calmed-him-down-and-makes-him-act-weird" He rambled out with a giggle. Sugar for an already hyper guardian, was a good recipe for disaster and destruction, he was a wiggling time bomb.
Kae'lic laughed and nodded "Oh i plan to enjoy it. Most of the kitsu's i live with are mated off, except little Danny and Akasha...then again i'm not sure one male would be enough for her" he would have rolled his eyes to emphasize his point, but you know. Stitches and whatnot. "How does Absy fare these days? Severus misses his little girl. But i think that has something to do with him being a great-great-great grandpa" He laughed, shaking his head at Severus's perdicament. Dementor "Mmmhmmm.." he said with a nod. "Dementor acts weird when he's around Absynith." Streaching out his arms he floped onto his back, his hood falling over his sealed eyes.
"She's well..Well sin..ce I la..st saw..her..I don't..get to..see..her..as of..ten as I..like.." He smiled at the Severus comment. How many grandchrilden did he have now anyways? Remus It was an odd day. The day after Halloween. Thankfully the full moon was not for nearly another week. Remus had been explicitely given the day off -even from his doting little "daddy's girl" kit. He was free to go off by himself. Despite the fact that the family had very nearly needed to force such a venture on him.
So convinced, the wizard apparated to headquarters not knowing what else to do with himself. Seeing two dear old friends talking together thrilled him. He did not even mind so much that Lily was at home. Tossing his scarf over his shoulder he padded with easy steps towards them. "Kae'lic. Dementor. It is good to see you again, my friends."
He sat near them, Tails wagging cheerfully across the floor behind him. The look on his face one could almost call chipper, and certainly one that showed someone with news he never tired of sharing. "I hope you both have been well?" Kae'lic Kesa giggled, watching the other guardian curiously "Goodgood-then-its-not-just-Kae'lic-its-all-nightmaren" He said with a joyus giggle.
Kae nodded at Dementors statement "I know how you feel, I do not see Charna as much as i'd like, I know Severus and Chaos dont get to see their mates as much as the would. Its the cruel side of love, being apart" he said with a light chuckle that was more of a sigh then anything. His ears drooped, thinking about Charna. After a moment he shook the thought out of his mind.
-Edit for Remus- Kae'lic flicked his ears, at the sudden arrival of Remus. He smiled genuinly, and bowed his head respectfully "Remus dear friend, it has been a while" He said with a deep chuckle, his tails swaying behind him. Dementor "Must be the whole curse thing." Fledge thought aloud. Then again was he not curse the same way Dementor was? He lacked sight just as the nightmaren did, yet he was far from a grumpy fuzz thing. Perhaps it was his guardian demeanor.
"Yes...cer..tainly...a crueler...side of..love.." the nightmaren spoke, his long ears soon perking up at the sound of another. His head soon turned towards Remus, ah he hadn't 'seen' him in quite some time. He smiled "Nice..to..see you..Remus.." he gave a dip of his maw. Kae'lic Kesa giggled "or-it-could-just-be-a-male-thing" He snickered. He wasnt cursed as Fledge was, he had eyes where his nightmaren did not, he brifly wondered if Fledge knew that, but couldnt think of a way to ask the question, so he pushed it out of his mind.
Kae'lic nodded in agreement "Love can be as cruel as it is wonderful" He chuckled lightly and turned his head to Remus "How have you been?" He asked softly ears flicking lightly. Remus "Far to long." The scholar agreed, still smiling. "I have been good. Great even." He was nearly bursting with the need to tell them & almost did, his face taking on a very youthful appearance. "I have a mate now... and we have four kits!" There was a tone to the news that showed clearly Remus' own shock & wonder that such things could be his. Then he became suddenly sheepish, as if feeling he was remiss. "But, ah I think I heard you had found a lady Kae'lic? And Dementor, your mate & kits? Why, they're probably grown, are they not?"
He seemed a little surprised at this realisation of the passage of time. Kae'lic Kae'lic chuckled lightly and nodded "Yes, i have a mate now, no kids yet though" He laughed, smirking "You have kids? Congradulations Remus. " Dementor Fledge swung himself into a sitting position, his little tail swaying back and forth behind him. "Hmmm that too. Could definatly be that." he nodded in agreement.
"Ind...eed.." Dementor agreed before a plesant look found its way to his face. "It seems...every..one is..finding..a mate...now.." he chuckled before uttering a congrats to the wizard. He gave a slow nod of head as Remus asked of his kits. "Mmmmmhmmm..they..'re..all..adu..lts now..Eir'Vi..dar is sti...ll a han..dful.." he snickered slightly at that comment, his ears pressing back against his horns. Remus "Yes. Yes. It is hard to believe... for me..." He grinned, almost laughing for the light in his usually haunted eyes. "Still a handfull? That somehow does not surprise me."
Curiously, Remus looked at Kae'lic though he knew his friend could not see him. He was wondering if the female he had briefly seen with Kae'lic the night Ginny joined their family was his friend's new mate. "I am lucky, I see my Nari more often than not, as well as the kits who do not live directly with their mother or I."
He was starting to ramble. Catching himself, Remus stopped short & smiled. "It is good to see you again. I have missed your company." ... Pages 3067 - 3070 ...
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 12:21 am
{ T E L Y S } Telys Telys was finally getting used to her new appearance, she could now walk without tripping over her feet. She was currently trotting in circles around the cabin. Nothing like exercising and practice to get me used to this new form. She quickly jumped over a small log in her path as she continued her circles. Stitch The tiny bobtail kit slowly pushed his way into the cabin, his dark eyes scaning the room for any others living beaings. Ears poiting forward as though they were horns. A grin found its way to his maw as he noticed another bobtail in the cabin. Slowly he trotted over toward towards her. "Aloha!" he called out, his tails wagging back and forth. Telys Telys was about to jump over another log when someone spoke. Turning towards the voice she smiled and almost managed to say hi before she tripped over the log. " heh, figures. Hello!" She stood up and pranced towards the other kitsu. "My name's Telys. Nice to meet you!" Stitch "Ikaba." he cackled sitting down on his haunches. The grin upon his face only seemed to grow, his little fangs gleeming. "Me..Stitch." His blue claws tapped against the ground. "What you doing?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly to the side. Telys Telys smiled "Nice ta meet you Stitch. I'm practicing walking and jumps. This form was not my original and so I need to get used to it." She sat in front of him as she spoke, her small tails swishing behind her. Stitch Practicing how to walk and jump? Not her original form? Was her previous form so different? Well the blue coloured kit had never seen it so he couldn't quite compare the two forms. What was she before hand, there were just so many possibilities.
He tilted his head to the other side, his ears flopping over like a lop eared rabbit's. "Gonba smeeshka." he uttered in his own little language. His stubby little tails curled, as they slowly swished from side to side.
"Why? What..happen?" he asked, blinking his darkened eyes as he started at Telys. Telys "Well two mean and ugly kitsu attacked and took lots of kitsu and then they performed some kind of sick spell and we shrank and our long tails shortened and we were left with these horrible marks." At the mention of her new tatoo her ear twitched as if to draw attention to the red mark. "After we were altered the Mountain Spirits came and drove off the ugly creatures before they could do this to everyone." Stitch Stitch listened carefully taking in every word. It was all very interesting. Normaly he wouldn't have the patience to sit around and listen the way he was, but this talk. This talk of evil, spells and spirts, he just couldn't help but listen.
The young Kitsusagi laughed, his dark eyes narrowing making the look upon his face apper to be very devious. He looked to the tattoo upon the female's ear, it was...Different. It was so red as well. He loved the colour red for some reason, and now he seemed to find himself starting at the red mark upon Telys' ear. "It...pretty!" he blurted out before another laugh erupted from his throat. Telys Telys couldn't help but laugh at Stitch's remark. " I guess to some it would be but not for me." She shivered just hinking about the ugly kitsu. "And what were you up to before bumping into me?" Change of subject that's what she needed." Stitch He didn't quite understand why the female wouldn't like the mark? Bad memories, perhaps..It was what it seemed to be, was her previous form so special to her? Or perhaps it was just because she had been so used to her orginal form. No matter, as she soon changed the subject.
"Destorying things." he smirked. It was quite true. Before he had arrived he had been tearing appart bushes and anything else that he could reach. He was after all so very tiny, some thing were hard to reach. Like the trees. They were so tall, maybe when he was older he'd be able to reach them so that he could tear them apart. Telys "well that doesn't sound like fun. Why would you want to do that?" For one who liked everyone, except the demons, she couldn't grasp the thought of senseless destruction. "Well I have heard that little males tear up everything rough housing but I've never witnessed it." Stitch Not fun? How could destroying things not be fun? He always enjoyed it. He always had the need for it. "Tamuuta..." he spoke a more serious look upon his face. "It fun." he gave a nod, it was to him. Telys Tleys smiled and giggled as he thought out what she had said. " I quess if you enjoy it then that's all that matters."She got back up and walked over to the log, jumping on top of it she walked the length of it, turned around and walked back. She wasn't one to sit still for long. ... Pages 4243 - 4244 Mountian Thread ...
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