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 Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 11:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 12:27 pm
The cardboard box was pretty big though unwrapped aside from the ribbon wrapped around it and bow stuck to it. Despite its size of the box and the presents were put in it was really light. The gifts contained within were called Boffer Weapons, foam based weapons of various sizes and styles all with the same purpose, to beat on your friend with them and not hurt anyone. They couldn't be anything but fun the one who'd picked them out decided. 'Have a Happy Holiday and have fun beating on people with your gift' read the card that taped to the side of the large box.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:35 am
Chath and the SS present:
When the large box came to his door step he was a bit skeptical. Now the gift he had given seemed so small... but lifting the box which he didn't think he would be able to do with one arm he found it to be incredible light and had no problems carrying it to his room.
Christmas day....so he was allowed to open it. But as he licked his lower lips he wondered if he should. Surely this large gift couldn't be for him. But it was addressed to him and so he couldn't argue that. But wasn't the spending limit like ten dollars??
He felt a sinking sensation as he rested a hand on the nicely wrapped gift. Now the gift he got seemed really small in comparison. He hoped the girl liked it though...
Taking a corner of the box his fingers searched out
To be continued. . .
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:14 pm
Harder than expected:
Sitting outside he leaned his back against the tree that offered little in the way of shade or resistance from the brisk and chilling wind. Releasing a breath with a cough the newt felt the chill start to seep into his muscles. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, his hair clung to his skull, his breathing still ragged from the work out he just finished.
The stump that was his shoulder ached, it had remained painful even now that it had been a month since he had been released from the hospital. And since the wound was continuously 'fixing' lost bone and muscle it tended to seep and weep blood and it was a bit messy, thus he kept his bandages on. Having to replace them every morning and evening. It was a pain, but he didn't want to risk infection. That was the last thing he needed.
The back of his head bumped against the tree trunk as he opened his eyes to stare at the cloudy sky. Felt like snow...and he was only wearing the bandage around his chest and shoulder and pants. It was stupid but he overheated too quickly when fully clothed. Especially when he worked out. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the small black pacing back and forth.
The dragon had been pacing for the last hour and his clawed feet were making a muddy trench from his path. Keir was antsy, he had barely got a taste of the sky before breaking his wing and perhaps the young black felt an overwhelming need to hunt down his 'mother' to give her payback for what she did. She had not right to do that to his boy. Only he was allowed to do that. Keir couldn't understand the loyalty he felt towards the boy, other than placing him as an object or possession.
He was ...proud? To see that despite missing an arm the newt boy hadn't stopped in his training. If anything he had pushed further and harder than before. Though he hadn't trained with him specifically the black only worked on his wings trying to build up the muscle required to fly. The weaker one that had broke was mending nicely though was stiff.
Chath watched idly, the chill had fully seeped into his flesh now, and the cold laden bulk of his body forced a shiver. Taking this as his que to stand up and start once again he began working on his magic instead. Unlike his physical work out h was finding his magic was much more slow going than he would of liked. In fact he was finding it downright frustrating. Only ten minutes into the work out he felt his body shuddering with each move. He had reached his limit, his body taxed out. Not wanting to admit that he was done he tried another summon of his water ball..only to have it waver and then sputter into his hands like a soggy snowflake.
Anger welled up in him, why couldn't he make this work? Why did his body have such limitations? He couldn't do ANYTHING, nothing! He couldn't protect himself, let alone anyone else. What use was he? He still hadn't heard back from his magic teacher Mr. Barkhelm. Did that mean it was pointless in trying to teach him more when it came to magic?
Letting the water slip out of his hand he gave a disgruntled growl and kicked a rock towards the tree he had been leaning against earlier. Even this cause his dragon to pause, anger wasn't something Chath usually expressed, the usual happy go lucky newt's face looked cloudy, his hand clutching at his wound as if he wanted to tear the bandages off. But he...slowly released his wound, it only ached more enough that even Chath wasn't going to push himself further instead he turned and headed for the house his head hung low.
The black merly watched curiously before he returned to his wing excercises.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:48 pm
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:15 am
Reserved for in journal post on magic training
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 11:49 pm
Ligeia Solon Dear Chath, This has to be one of the hardest thing that I have ever found myself having to write but at the same time I believe that it is for the best at the moment for the both of us. There has been a lot of time between the present and when we last spoke, I don't blame it on you though. After all I am as capable as picking up a phone or writing as you are at the same time though I am older so maybe this is my place to do this. Things got crazy, we needed time to heal both physically and emotionally after the incident at D-Corp, and then that time seemed to go on for a while. Its been a half a year since we last spoke. A long time, to long I think. I don't want to hurt you or for you to think that I don't care about you, I do. Its because I care that I write this now. I want for us to part ways. It will give you time that you need to let you grow up without the burden of the older and rather strange boyfriend that I know I am. I want you to be able to be yourself, do as you would like, and maybe even date girls if that is what you wish. After all when you first met me you thought I was one, maybe girl may be your thing, maybe not. Either way I want you to be able to experience all things in life for yourself. I care about you, I miss you, and I want for you to be happy even if your happiness is with someone other then me. ~ Ligeia Solon P.S. If you want back the bracelet and scarf I understand, they cost you money and I feel guilty keeping them. I'd send them back now but I find it a little hard to part with them. Its up to you and I will respect your wishes.
First...there was surprise, then... anger until finally disappointment he then milled about until finally found himself in his room where he promptly fell into his bed and winced as he did so.
His black merly continued to lay beside his bed seeming disinterested.
"I can't believe this is happening...I mean..I know we hadn't spoken in a while..but.." He muttered to himself trying to peice together what the owl was thinking while he wrote this letter. It sounded like it had been hard to write...but at the same time the newt couldn't figure out what he meant by grow up. He could only grow as fast as he could...in fact his lost arm was already starting to grow back. True it was still a stub...but...
"I can't believe he broke up with me..." He stated again the bitterness in his voice finally rousing the black from his doze.
For the best, it strange you both males together. Keir stated bluntly Chath was not so sure the dragon was right.
"But how do you know it is best? I mean...we never really got to .." He completed the sentence in his mind 'do anything.' Again the bitterness rouse up in his mouth he clutched the letter in his hand as if he was afraid to lose it.
Still better. Focus on training...find better mate. The black stated again shifting only slightly on the floor not even looking at Chath. Chath remained quiet he wasn't so sure...the black was right. But there was nothing he could do about it. He guessed he better write the owl back.....but what to say....was hard. How could he express his anger? His feeling of being betrayed...? He guessed once he put pen to paper he would find out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:35 am
After a week..of his moping the mantis girl finally if bluntly as the newt what was bothering him. They were in his room at the time as it seemed to be his more frequented area at the moment. He had even ceased in his training and was eating little. The mantid had enough of it, charged into his room and demanded to know what the hell was bothering him. It took about half an hour for the Mantid to get any sort of co-herent words out of her brother...and once she peiced it together she was silent for only a moment.
"So..your moping around cause the girly boy dumped you?" She gave a snort as this was the stupidest thing she ever heard. She folded her arms over her chest looking a bit annoyed that this was the only reason why Chath had been acted retarded all this time.
"So what? Do you love him?" She asked point blank the newt didn't reply.
"Well? if you love him fight back and get him back. If you don't move on already." She said with a toss of her hair.
Chath was still quiet, he didn't know what to do about anything anymore. Did Geia really not want him around? Was he only really a kid in his eyes?
"I don't know.." He whispered tears threatened to well up in his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 9:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 8:15 am
Reserved for Winng Geia back
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 1:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:04 pm
Jayoku paused as she finished up the forms D-corp has sent her to fill out. She wans't sure it was such a good idea informing them that Chath and Keir were not getting along. What would they do? Take the black away? She knew Chath loved the dragon dearly even if they had their spats from time to time. Giving a sigh she signed the form and then folding the papers up slid them into the self addressed envelope and sealed it. The cooperation had very nice stationary she had to admit though she tried not to let that distract her from her worry. Chath was going to be alright wasn't he? He was relieved to see that his lost limb was surely enough growing back on its own...she wondered if she would need to have him go to the doctor at some point. Chath had not expressed any real pain or discomfort...then again Chath rarely complained at all.....
Standing up she decided perhaps it would be a good thing to let the boy discover himself. Time would tell how he worked things out on his own.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:09 am
Chath stared down at the small red crystal in his hand. He had purchased it the other day with some extra cash he had gotten for cutting the lawn. It wasn't a pure crystal...that was completely outside his price range...even if he had saved up all this time he had been apart from Ligeia. The thought of the owl boy made him chew on his lower lip in frustration.
He had some time to think about it, the fight with Ter had driven home some things in his brain...as well his stomach. . . and now having thought about it more he had sent gifts to Geia to try and make amends.
The rose was a nice starting place...and when he had sent the book and quill. He hoped he would of been brave enough to include his name along with the poem....but chickened out at the last minute. Now he had another gift, he fiddled with it between his fingers. He had gotten them to inscribe Ligeia's name into it. It hadn't cost much more...but he thought it had been a nice touch.
He wanted to give the present to him in person, but...how was he suppose to do that? He was still convinced that Geia was mad at him and even if he liked the gifts he had no idea who they were from! Giving an annoying sigh he leaned back on his water bed a moment trying to think on what to do.
Keir was outside as he had gotten big enough that he no longer fit in his room anymore...he missed the company...even if it was barely that.
Maybe he should write Geia a letter? Yeah...he should write and apologize....
Chath sat up in a bolt and went to grab a pen and some paper. He started to jot down some words before he paused. Crumpling it up he threw it over his shoulder. He couldn't do that...how lame! He needed to do it in person. That much he knew for sure. He wasn't about to risk making things worse by writing some stupid letter...that's how he got here in the first place.
Frowning he took the pen again and paused he then stood up and went down the computer room were he sat down and opened word.
He typed it thoughtfully if quickly and hit the print button. As soon as it was done he took it folded it and rushed to place it in an envelope. He would make sure Ligeia got it.
The letter Dear Ligeia, I feel as if it is time we meet in person. How about 10 o'clock sharp in front of the D-corp building? I sincerely hope to see you there. Your admirer.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:00 pm
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