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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 1:38 pm
"It's fine, no harm done at all," said Kaveri, "And if it's easier for you to say, just call me Kavvi."
God. It's been so long since anyone's called her that, nearly everyone she knew in Olympia called her Kavvi. "Are you feeling better now, Newt?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 1:42 pm
He shifted, looking embarassed again, "I... g-get stuck on... on s-some words s-sometimes... I d-duh-don't know wh-what's wrong wi-wuh-with me." Kavvi did sound easier to say. He'd take her up on it. He fidgeted again, reaching down to touch his sore, changed, foreign looking feet, "I... I sup-sup-suppose I am... as... as b-better as I'm g-guh-going to f-feel, anyway..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 1:58 pm
"Eh, we all have our quirks," Kaveri shrugged. "S'what makes us all different. Well, you know, aside from de obvious animal parts and all. It's good to hear dat you're feeling better, however."
She flexed her fused-together wing and sighed, missing the days where she had more than just one functional finger and a thumb. Shaking her hand slightly as she looked down at her 'wing,' she turned her attention back to Newt with a smile. "And you're welcome to come back here any time now, take all de flies you want and say hello. It's nice to have a visitor now and den..."
She ought to work on that whole "being social" thing more often.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 2:09 pm
He picked up his walkingstick finally, straightening upright as best he could. He carried it under his arm as he hopped sorely towarsd the direction he had come, "Ah... th-thank you... I'll... I'll b-be sure to c-come back... th-there's... certainly pluh-plenty to eat around here..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 2:13 pm
Kaveri waved good-bye, smiling. "Even if I'm not home, you're welcome to drop by for some pest control. It was nice talking wid you! Just follow de painted rocks on de ground and you should find your way back to de village."
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 2:23 pm
Newt smiled and nodded, giving her a meak little wave befor turning to hop sorely back to his duplex. He had a call he needed to make regarding his current position, or lack there of.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:22 pm
--New RP--
It's somewhere near the break of dawn, that time of the morning where the sun is only just high enough to cast an orange light on everything. If the cleaned, meticulously-arranged bones painted with undercoats of various brilliant colors sitting in the middle of the clearing were any indication, Kaveri has been busy. Sitting at the edge of her mattress, she delicately held a blue-painted femur between two fingers while carefully painting little pale lotus flowers down the bone.
The vulture hummed an idle tune as she worked, dragging the brush along the surface to make the tightest, cleanest lines she could manage with the control of just an index finger and a thumb.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:41 pm
"It's in the books... It's in the books...
See here, Em? The anchor is thrown to the sea... And, for a moment at least, the world can stand still. Only until business has been taken care of. Then, it's off again. Nothing can really stop change from happening. But, it doesn't hurt to take our time with some of those really important moments.
Emerwyn wished she'd taken more time to appreciate the moments she'd shared with Jerrick. That line - "The anchor is thrown to the sea" - there wasn't much to it, until Jerrick had had his way with it. It was one of his favorite lines... and it had to be a clue.
She had found herself wandering very far that day, lost in her thoughts. Piecing together odds and ends that didn't even make sense. But, now she was in her element. Nothing else existed.
Until, a strange sort of smell came to her nostrils. The animal in her screamed to distance herself. Here was the smell of death and desolation. Something was very forboding about it. But, the deer-girl had already wandered so far, and by the time she was conscious enough to recognize the mangeld scents, pure curiosity took control of her. And soon she found that she had strayed onto a little path. Now she had to discover where it led. She moved carefully along it, making as little sound as possible. After all, she was not certain what awaited her at the end. And, at the end, she found a strange sight. It seemed an Islander had made this place her home. The smell... this animal was a carnivore. Emerwyn's eyes surveyed the scene. The last thing she came upon, after the 'artwork' and the rocks, was the thing sitting on the mattress. She tried to peer closer at what the bird-thing was doing, when she stepped on an inconveniently placed twig.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:00 pm
A carnivore indeed, but not necessarily a predator. In a way, Kaveri was responsible for cleanup -- she was, in all senses, the jungle's custodian now. Any leftover kills from the others, she took, skinned, cleaned, and salvaged all that she could. A makeshift tanning rack set up amongst the trees, the bones fashioned into tools or works of art. Intact skulls were always painted, usually with repetitive flower motifs. About two or three painted skulls were grouped together in a neat little row by the mattress, of the wild deer and pigs that roamed this island.
Snap.
The sudden if not unexpected sound caused the vulture to freeze, holding her brush still as she slowly raised her head and swiveled it from side to side. She stretched her neck to its full length, showing off her brilliant yellow throat as her silver eyes scanned the area. With a gutteral grunt, she leaned forward, still carefully holding onto the bone and brush, saying nothing as she looked around.
"Newton?" Kaveri called out, thinking it was her froggish visitor from a few days ago. She hadn't yet spotted the deer-woman in the brush.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:08 pm
Emerwyn's heart froze when the twig snapped. The paralyzing fear of her kind was taking complete hold, but it seemed that she still had a few things to learn about being silent and deft. When the bird called out someone's name, Emerwyn also couldn't help but feel embarassed and ashamed. In all honesty, she had intruded on this person's home. And, there was no backing out of it now. She wasn't sure if she'd been seen or not. And, even if she hadn't, she would no doubt be seen trying to flee.
So, she steeled herself up and walked into plain sight, her bare legs shaking a little. Her old self would not have been so nervous and frightened. "Hello," she managed to say. Nerves and her lingering symptoms kept her voice at a very low volume. "I-I am sorry to have barged in on your home... I had lost my way, and found this path..." She made a small gesture with her hand, signifying the pathway.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:26 pm
The vulture didn't seem fazed at all when the newcomer stepped into the clearing. She tried to smile as best she could with the start of that beak, carefully setting down the paintbrush and bone beside her on the mattress.
"Good morning," she called out, her tone rather pleasant. Another nervous one, judging by the shaky legs... but it could just be that deer -- living ones, anyway -- are naturally flighty creatures. It would probably be a bad way for Kaveri to start a conversation if she said something like, 'Hey! I've eaten things like you before.' It's not the best way to make friends or good first impressions with other islanders, and certainly not one that seems to be turning into some kind of hooved, deer-like animal.
"You're not barging in on anyting," Kaveri said as she shook her head, "I'm just painting."
Granted, painting some kind of animal femur is not a good way to make a first impression either.
The vulture looked out at the path that the deer-woman pointed to, taking an awkward pause. "Do you need help getting back to de village?" Kaveri asked, extending a spiny, pinfeather-covered arm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:37 pm
Emerwyn tried her best to will her legs, and her whole body to calm down. Her nerves got worse with each new face she met. And at the rate she was meeting new people, she would soon die of a stroke.
But, the - was she a vulture? - seemed friendly, and despite the fact that the place seemed to reek of the deaths of animals not unlike herself, she stepped a little further into the makeshift domicile. "The village? Oh, no... thank you. I do not think I shall be heading back that way for a while now." Between Rex and Ian, the risk level was too high. Besides, the jungle was a far better place to think.
Then, she looked at what the vulture-woman was painting. It was another of her collection of painted bones. Despite the great chill she got about them, they were rather lovely. "Your paintings... They are very interesting." She walked up to a few that lay together on the ground, and leaned forward to inspect them. "It is like bringing life back into something that has all but lost it."
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:02 am
And even if Kaveri were not particularly friendly, she still would have had no interest in eating something that was still alive and fresh. She propped up a clawed foot on the mattress, hugging her knee to her chest as she watched the newcomer with curiosity.
"You and me boaf," she remarked, giving a nod in agreement. "De intercom in my duplex no longer works, food at de cafeteria's too fresh, I have no reason to stay dere at de moment."
Above all, she was rather ashamed of her appearance. As much as she was loath to admit it, she didn't think she looked very good at all. The knowledge that she was becoming a vulture didn't make her feel much better, either.
She turned her head to watch the cervid approach the skulls that were lined up beside her. Like most of the other bones, they were painted with brilliant flower and plant motifs. All of the skulls had a pale violet lotus emblazoned on its forehead, surrounded by yellow light. It is fairly obvious that the flower holds some kind of significance to Kaveri.
"Yes, dat's it," Kaveri nodded solemnly, "but not all is lost. De soul goes elsewhere, while its remains stay on Earf. It is in deir best interest to treat dose remains wiff respect, or de souls become lost..." She trailed off, pulling her other leg to her chest. She sounded unsure about whether or not she should continue talking about her bone paintings.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:13 am
The woman - Emerwyn had not yet learned her name - was indeed a strange sight. She was by far one of the strangest-looking folk she had seen to date, right alongside Billy.
Emerwyn looked up at her as she spoke. The words she said touched Emerwyn, and she wished to hold on to them. "That is beautiful," she said, her voice softer still.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:33 pm
Of all the reactions Kaveri was expecting from the newcomer regarding her reasons for painting the skulls, a positive one was pretty much near the bottom of the list. Being called crazy, getting creeped out, or any number of reactions but positive ones... certainly surprised the vulture, to say the least.
"You... really tink so?" Kaveri arched a brow, lifting her head upwards with interest. "Tanks, I guess."
It was the first time she's really explained why she did what she did, and it made her uncomfortable to talk about in further detail to a stranger. She knew what she was doing was 'off.'
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