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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:11 pm
With the linger in his movement he walked on the path. Flowers guiding the path; the graveyard decor to look like a garden.
He looked up at the moon and his moon on his forehead illuminated a bright glow.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:17 pm
She followed after him and stayed silent. She admired the flowers they walked past and she went to stand next to him when he looked at the moon. She looked at him and couldn't help but admire the moon that shone on him, "You're beautiful." she said softly.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:07 pm
"Am beautiful..? What is the significants to that...? That word." He knew the basis to the word but her using it in a sentence like that towards him he was caught off guard and got somewhat confused. He flipped his tail around; it not being so much dead like. He shook his head. "I dont understand."
His fish floated after them and stayed there. Staring. Not knowing what to do other than follow.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:12 pm
"It means, I see something in you or on you that I like. Like how you made the statue of me." she explained gently, going back to look at the moon.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:17 pm
"Like admire something?" He tilted his head at her then looked back up at the moon.
"Then you; all of you then is very beautiful." His moon shined and his fish settled some feet behind them.
"Thats why I decided to make a statue of you. My inspiration."
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:20 pm
"I'm sure if you met someone more beautiful, you would be better inspired." she said softly. She turned to see the fish floating there, staring at them and she gestured it to her.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:31 pm
The fish floated to her and slipped on her shoulder.
"I have met... many numas. Dead. Alive. Ones meeting their death. Believe me when I say things. Don't doubt. I have not much to lose or gain... so saying things... when I hardly talk at all. Believe me." He nodded and started to walk again through the path; looking over at the graves; reading.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:35 pm
She listened to him and reached a paw up to stroke the fishes body again, not minding the contact. She followed after him silently, also reading the words ont he headstones.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:45 pm
He stopped at a grave with an angel over looking a small pup in her hands. "That is ... the one I have done recently. A pup. Dead. Silent death in broad moonlight. Dance." He said in a sober voice. Sad but quickly turned emotionless.
He turned to her. "Why do you treat my fish well?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:54 pm
She looked up at the statue and her heart ached for the little life that was taken so early. She looked at him when he asked that, still stroking the fishes scales, "Why would I not?" she asked.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:59 pm
"I thought one would stay away. He has a repulsing tone of color is what I heard. Him being undead is why people stay away from him." He looked at the statue.
"It's parents just dropped it off and that was it. So I made a grave..."
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:03 pm
"That is sad....that the parents wouldn't say their last words to their child....and that anyone wouldn't like him. He lets him pet him and sing to him....I like him..." she said, still petting the fish, enjoying his company.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:07 pm
"He shows more affection to you... I believe he likes you too." He nodded in agreement. He looked up at the moon more. The fog around the graveyard thickened. He turned and extended his paw to her.
"Lets get out of the Fog..." Emotionlessly said as his tail flipped.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:12 pm
She smiled softly and fondly at the fish on her shoulder, a soft look on her face as she continued to pet it. She looked up when he held his paw out to her and she silently took it, nodding her head and letting him lead the way.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:17 pm
The fish wagging its fins around as she moved.
He took her paw and led the way out of the fog and up to a hill. A better view of the moon and away from the fog. Like a human movie nightmare before christmas; the hill was shaped nearly the same way. He let go of her hand slowly and sat there. Looking down. Where a field of graves and flowers took rest in.
"Why did you come here..."
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