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 Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 1:44 pm
Ian frowned. That seemed almost like his memory, except he wasn't sure what he had seen, if he had seen anything. He looked at his muddy clothes and grimaced. He would have to request new clothes when he went home again.
But he grinned wryly at her other question. "I glanced at a calendar in the cafeteria days or weeks ago. It had been May 4th." he rubbed at his head idly, hating the feel of the antlers growing there.
"My birthday is on the 17th." Somehow Ian knew that the date had not passed yet.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 1:48 pm
"Then I would love to spend it with you."
She looked at his antlers. They were growing in well. He looked much more complete with them.
"What has happened to you, since the storm? I've heard some odd things. Some people had found themselves in a strange place. Like last time..."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:03 pm
Ian nodded acknowledging her first comment then he looked troubled.
"I woke up outside. Wet and muddy." As if to accentuate his comment some of the dried mud on his pants cracked and fell to the ground with a soft puff as it disintigrated into dirt. "Clean clothes would be nice soon." He grinned widely.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:07 pm
"Curious. I woke up in bed. Very late. And that's right when I began to forget."
She grimaced at his filth. In her joy at finding him she had not noticed it.
"Then, come along. We must take you home, and get you freshened up."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:09 pm
If it was possible Ian's grin grew wider. "Whatever you say m'dear" and he hummed a bar of another pub song, this one about naked wenches. He wondered briefly if Emerwyn knew any pub songs and decided it was best not to ask. She would say something if she knew this one and the thoughts that were running through his head.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:14 pm
Luckily for Ian, Emerwyn was not well versed in pub songs. The only Irish tunes she knew were far more classic traditional songs. No pub songs of wenches would reach her ears, her parents had seen to that much at least, for their lack of parenting.
However, with the mood Emerwyn was in, perhaps she would not had minded it so much.
As they walked back through the jungle, she took his arm in hers, enjoying the song he was singing, blissfully unaware of Ian's 'male thoughts.'
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:23 pm
Ian realized that Emerwyn did not recognize the song he was humming and that made him enjoy it all the more. But then he had an idea. When they were children, his brother James had been a trickster when he wasn't studying. Maybe Emerwyn would recognize if he sang some in Gaelic.
Now he understood why James enjoyed joking around so much. He started to sing, the words were soft at first but he started to sing them a little louder.
He hoped Emerwyn could understand even a few bits of that, he wanted to see her reaction.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:30 pm
Now, Emerwyn was not well-versed in Gaelic. The only language she was truly fluent in was English, and second was some French and Latin.
But, Emerwyn had read some poetry written in Gaelic, and she had to piece it together best she could. She'd first read Beowulf when she was eleven, and it took her nearly three weeks to figure it out.
What Emerwyn did recognize in Ian's song, and the rest that she'd assumed from his overall demeanor, was enough.
Her mouth opened for a moment, as though to retort, or scold.
But, then her playful side took over, and she laughed, and cast him a look of comical disdain.
"Why, Ian, I'm surprised at you."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:35 pm
Oh, good. She wasn't upset. Ian's eyes shone and he sang louder and completed the song hearing it echo in the trees.
"Its only an Irish pub tune," he countered, showing he felt no remorse for having been found out. "Irishmen sing them in pubs all the time." Except that he wasn't Irish a tall, and the jungle did not qualify as a pub.
But he wondered briefly if Asians or Italians sang such songs in pubs. Most likely not.
But he began to jog away grinning. Perhaps Emerwyn would chase him.
Before he knew it he was outside his door panting. Running was lots of fun.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 2:41 pm
"Oh, and an Irish pub is surely the most innocent of places."
Emerwyn laughed as Ian took off, and she joined in the flight, chasing after him gleefully.
Running was fun indeed. Emerwyn felt that there was no joy greater. Except maybe...
At the door she stopped, panting with him, laughing in between breaths.
After a moment, she caught her breath, and stood upright.
"Well, you'd best be cleaning yourself up, young man, if you want to capture the attention of a fine wench." She winked at him, playing with the fur on his chin.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 10:58 am
Emerald eyes sparkled with mirth as she played with his fur.
"Ah, and such a fine wench you are. Perhaps you could come in and wait for me?" A suggestive look briefly crossed over his face before Ian managed to school it into something akin to innocent invitation.
He looked at his dirty clothes. "After you m'dear?"
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 11:01 am
Emerwyn made a face that could be compared to a suspiciously cocked eyebrow, being in a state where she lacked the capacity to move her heavy brow.
Yet, she smiled again and slipped past him, her cloak ruffling behind her.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 7:20 am
~New Roleplay~
Emerwyn spent a very unrestful night in her duplex, and found herself drifting through the jungle the next morning, absentmidedly chewing her breakfast. She couldn't bring herself to go see Ian, not after last night. Oh, what a mess she'd gotten herself into! She shouldn't ave acted like that. She and Jerrick had sworn absitnence til marriage. And she was perfectly fine with that. It was never too hard to fight the temptations that they had. Why was it so now? Was it this animal blood that now flowed through her veins?
That must be it.
And if so, then it must also flow so strongly in Ian's.
She couldn't help but feel a little frightened at the prospect.
Eventually, she found herself by the river, and walked along it, staring into it, hoping that she could lose her cares and worries in its constantly moving waters.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 7:32 am
Pyroth had spent most of his time since speaking with Billy holed up in his duplex, barely eating, instead just drawing (with a lot of difficulty thanks to his canine hands) and generally whiling away the time. It was only when he woke up feeling unbelievably restless, even after a smoke that he figured he would be best going out for a hunt or at the very least a walk.
He got dressed and headed out of his duplex deciding that the river would be a good place to head to. As always it held prospects of a swim, a thing that seemed promising if all else failed.
However, as he drew nearer to the water, a faint scent came to him, almost hidden by the overpowering scent of the damp earth. Nevertheless it made the coyote pay rapt attention and he switched to a slow stalk from the casual walk he'd been employing earlier.
He followed his nose until he could see that which he had been pursuing.
He blinked, the person in the shallows was an islander, actually looked a lot like Emerwyn, only now slightly different than he remembered. Her physical differences didn't really shock the human side of him who'd grown accustomed to the strangeness of the island, but to the coyote she looked a lot more like lunch than she ever had.
He stamped down on that thought as fast as it came, deciding to scupper whatever chances he might have of an ambush before he took the opportunity.
"Hey."
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 7:41 am
Emerwyn jumped up with the least of grace, startled by Pyroth's entry. He had caught her completely unaware. The all-too human thoughts that clouded up her mind had tuned out the senses that should have helped to warn her of the approaching... animal.
That's what her first thought was.
Look at him, a part of her thought. He'd sooner see you in pieces than have a conversation with you. Run! Run now!
But, she didn't. After staring wide-eyed at the predator for a few moments, her body relaxed, and she stood upright. It was Pyroth. Though their last meeting was an intense one, she had grown to like the man, even though she feared the beast.
"Pyroth. Hello! I-I didn't see you coming. How are you?"
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