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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2004 9:22 am
((Checking, the last five posts have been repeats because of some strange screw up, I'm hoping this should fix it... if not, please don't count the posts twice.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2004 8:17 pm
Silva scowled slightly as Ice put the finishing touches on Jade's halloween costume. The twerp was dressed as a fairy princess, her words, not his. Big poofy skirt, and a stick with a cardboard star at the end. It was covered with glitter. Silva snorted, looking away.
"What are you laughing at?" Ice asked, her words kind of mumbled since she had pins clenched between her teeth for when she needed them.
"What do you think I'm laughing at? She looks ridiculous."
"She looks cute and you know it." Ice replied, sighing as Jade's big green eyes started to fill with tears. "Now don't do that, baby, you know you're cute. He's just grumpy."
"B-b-but--"
"..." Silva scowled. "You look fine. For a twerp in a fluffy skirt." He finally muttered going back to his jump roping. This halloween thing was starting to drive him crazy. He still hadn't figured out the point of it all, and anything that could get the brat this excited was probably something close to his idea of hell.
"You mean she gets candy? From strangers?" Nick asked, looking at Nack. He was sitting indian-style, his hands on his ankles, his tail wagging slightly as he tried to figure things out. There was a book lying open in front of him. "Thought you weren't s'posed to do that."
"It's in wrappers. Least that's what Ice said. And heck, it's free candy! YOU should appreciate that." Nack replied, flipping through his notes.
"... Good point! Think we could go?"
"Nope." Silva said, making them both look up. "You're staying here."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because if I find out one of you idiots got yourselves lost again I'm going to rip your throats out and clone your replacements."
"... can you DO that?" Nack asked after a second of silence.
"Do you really want to find out?"
The two boys went silent, looking at each other, then speaking in tandum. "We'll stay home."
"That's what I thought."
They looked up as Sonnet paced past them, her hackles raised, her teeth showing. Then they waited.
"But I'm alomst grown!! Just a LITTLE loving? Pleeeeaaassee?" The hyena that came next called, pausing for a second to sniff the boys before chasing after Sonnet again. Nick, Nack and Silva went back to their conversation as if nothing had happened.
"So what ARE we going to do for halloween?" Nick asked, looking pouty. "I want CANDY!"
"We'll steal some of the brat's when she gets back. She's cute, she'll get stuff. Now quit your bitching and get back to reading."
"Yeah, yeah..." Nick muttered, turning the page. "She ran her hand over his chest, whispering in his ear as he--"
"SILVA!" Ice shouted, "I told you, not when Jade was in the room!!"
Silva snorted.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 9:44 am
"What are you doing?" Silva asked from behind the two boys, making them jump in fright. They were outside, something that Ice had specifically warned them against, and were dragging a white pillowcase and a small penlight with all their strength.
"N-N-Nothin." Nick said, looking guilty as hell.
"We were--"
"Playing!" Nick finished, gulping loudly as Silva just looked at them for a minute. Finally he cracked. "Okay, we were gonna set up a ghost and maybe if the kids got scared enough they would freak and drop their bags, and--"
"Won't work." Silva interrupted. "These kids watch too much TV."
"..."
"So what are we supposed to do?" Nack finally asked. "Nick's been whining about getting candy all morning! And we aren't that scary looking, if you hadn't noticed..."
"Well..." Silva muttered, wondering if they handed out cherries for halloween. "We're going to need that damn hynea for one thing. And the twerp's mic machine..." He turned, pointing to Nick. "You, take the flashlight to the front window. Hold onto it until I need it. You, get the hyena. I'll get the the mic."
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"Look! There's a light in the win-- Oh... it went out..." The little girl sighed, turning slightly only to be stopped by her best friend.
"If they're there then they haveta give us candy! Maybe they're just trying to be scary or somethin..."
"Ok..."
The two girls headed for the door, looking for a bell, but there wasn't one. "Knock!" The second girl hissed.
"You knock!" The first girl said, only to blink as the door opened slowly, all on its own. It creaked as it opened, making them blink and peer into the darkened house. "Trick or treat!!"
No one responded. "Um... hello? Is anyone here?"
NYEHEHEHEEE!!
"Wh-wha--"
"He-hello? You're no--you're not scaring us!!"
"Tha-that didn't sound human, Missy..."
NYEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!
"I--I'm not scared!! We want candy, please!!"
"I--I'm scared--" The other girl whispered, taking a step back. Then the sound of bat wings flapping and a small flying object divebombing towards them from the shadows with creepy shining eyes made them both scream and turn, racing away. "BAAAAAAAAAATTTT!!!"
Silva dropped down by the bags they had dropped, rolling his eyes slightly, the flashlight propped on his shoulder, his toothpick clamped between his teeth. "Little girls are so easy. Nick, Nack, get your asses down here. You're the ones that wanted the candy, after all."
"Can we do it again? Can we? Can we?" Nick asked as he jumped down from the couch and raced to the door.
"Can't... move... bag." Nack muttered, tugging so hard on the plastic bag that he fell on his butt.
"The idea of you eating this much sugar is enough to scare the s**t out of even me, brat. We're not doing it again." Silva said, watching in amusement as they desperately tried to move the bags.
He snorted slightly as Lyric jogged over, jumped into the mouth of one of the bags and started digging through the candy, muttering to himself. A few seconds later he emerged triumphant with a sucker clamped between his teeth and raced off to continue his courtship of the lovely Sonnet.
The next thing they heard with a yelp of pain.
"Get moving boys, we've got to get this hidden before Ice gets back." Then he sat back and watched in amusement as they worked their tails off to budge the bags.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 3:07 pm
"He ate it all..."
"The entire thing."
"It's no wonder he's sick." Ice sighed, picking up Nick and poking his bloated belly. Nick groaned. "Ok, I don't know if they can pump his stomach when he's this small, but maybe the pixapet store will know how. C'mon kiddo, we're going to see Trio."
"I'll go too." Nack said, standing with a sigh.
"... Silva? You coming?"
"It's his own damn fault. Don't see why I should." Silva said from where he was lounging in his garden.
"Alright, alright."
He waited until the front door slammed shut to shove himself to his feet, walking to the edge of the TV and stepping off with a dramatic flare that he reserved for special purposes. One of which being it was fun. Barely catching himself with his wings before he hit the ground he headed for the door to the alternate dimensions, once again looking for any open wounds that might catch attention before grabbing the handle and turning.
The door came open, making him smirk and slip in, not bothering to close the door behind him. He would need it open if he planned on getting back.
For a second he stayed where he was, looking around the room curiously, his senses alert. It smelled like liqour and stale pizza. He couldn't quite place the alcohol, because Ice only drank wine coolers, but he doubted it was cherry flavored.
The place was a mess, pizza boxes scattered on the floor, dirty clothes over the chairs, and a few dead flies. He was in the kitchen, the sink filled with dirty dishes and more flies. The floor looked sticky. Silva snorted, not seeing anything of interest.
He headed for the door leading to the front room, appearantly, and slipped through it, looking around again. There was a man sitting on the couch, leaning back against one armrest, his leg propping up a sketchbook a look of intense concentration on his face as he drew. His hair was dark brown, with strange sliver streaks throughout. His face was hard, the slight smirk on his lips seemingly out of place.
Silva blinked, shocked for some reason that he hadn't been noticed. If this was Wolf, as Ice's schedule had said it would be (he had hacked her computer to find the rotating schedule of her doorway) then he was a hunter. The very same hunter that had killed the man on television.
He shrugged it off, heading towards the couch as quietly as possible, moving so he could look over the man's shoulder. He was drawing, which had been obvious, but what was strange was the subject-- "Red riding hood?" Silva asked, only realizing he had said it when the man replied.
"Yeah." Wolf grunted, starting his shading. "And you're blocking my light, kid. Move." Silva scowled, only to have the man turn, strangely golden eyes landing on him in a way that made him feel vaguely hunted. "What the hell are you supposed to be, anyways?"
"I'm a feien." Silva muttered, not backing down an inch.
"... Never heard of it." Wolf replied, turning back to his sketch.
Reluctantly Silva dropped down on the back of his couch, watching the other man draw. Somehow he didn't seem nearly as dangerous as Snake had been. Then he laughed at what he was drawing, making Silva reasses his thought. The man had fangs.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2004 12:23 pm
It was getting boring, honestly. Kinda like being in the room when Ice was writing. Wolf had this intensity about him that made Silva irritated when he realized he was actually noticing it. Finally he couldn't take it any longer.
"Why?" He asked, motioning to thesketchbook.
"Why what?"
"Why are you drawing a character from a kid's story?" Silva replied.
"Want me to draw you?" Wolf asked, not bothering to answer the question. "Whatever the... hell you are?"
"I'm a feien."
"Yeah, whatever." He flipped the page, sketching again.
"You a hunter?" Silva asked, sure that he had screwed up. "You sure as hell don't act like the ones I've met."
"New moon."
"... What?"
"It's a new moon. I'm in a good mood. And I saw Red today." Wolf replied. "Course, you aren't really here, so--"
"You're stoned?"
"... not that I know of." Wolf replied. "Turn to the right." Silva unthinkingly did as told, scowling slightly as he tried to figure out what in the hell the other male was talking about.
"Alright." He finally muttered. "If I'm not here and you're not stoned... then what the hell is this?"
"No clue. But shut up, I'm working."
"Who's Red?"
"Scarlet Crane, bossy little redhead, tried to start a protest at the HQ." He looked up, smirking slightly. "Done. You can disappear now."
"But..." Silva scowled, realizing the other man was already working on his previous picture again. "Well that was pointless."
"Then why'd you come?" Wolf asked.
"I had a question." Silva muttered, leaning back. "And I needed to get away. That place was driving me F#^$%&^$ nuts."
"Umm hmmm..."
"I've got this... woman. She's like a... hell, I guess you could call her a caretaker. But she's annoying as hell. And she keeps bringing in these annoying shits, trying to make me make 'Friends.'" Silva went on, bending a foot up in front of him as he thought.
"Women usually are."
"Exactly. And I'm sick of it. Not to mention my girl grew up, grew fangs, and dumped me like a load of bricks."
"Ouch."
"You got a girl?"
"I'm a hunter."
"And that means...?"
"I'm a professional killer, kid. Not the kinda guy you bring home for dinner." Wolf growled slightly, tossing the sketchbook to the table and looking over. "What the hell are you doing here, anyways? Sounds like you've got a decent setup back home."
"..."
"I just got a call from HQ, seems one of the guys I grew up with died over a month ago. They just bothered to tell me now. I've got one man I consider a brother and I haven't seen him in almost a year. Hell, for all I know he could be dead, too. And you're bitching because your girlfriend dumped you? Frag you, you little s**t and get the hell out of my house."
"Give me the picture." Silva muttered, pointing to the sketchbook.
"Why should I?"
"Because I want it."
Wolf stared for a second before snorting softly, one corner of his mouth pulling up slightly. "Tough s**t. It's mine."
"..."
Wolf waited for a second, then cursed. "If I give it to you will you leave?"
"Yeah."
"Fine." He grabbed the sketchbook and started to flip the page.
"Not the one of me. The one of Red." Wolf's hand hesitated, then ripped off the sheet, handing it to Silva, who put it on the back of the couch to roll it up. "... Thanks." He muttered, shoving the roll under his arm and taking to the air.
Wolf nodded, leaning back against the back of the couch, a dark look on his face. He didn't even look up as Silva went through the kitchen and disappeared. After a second he leaned forward, flipping the book open to the picture of the little s**t that had just talked to him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 6:50 am
What had he learned? Silva stared at the hand-held computer device that Ice had bought for him, wondering how anything that big could be called "Hand-held." With a mental shrug he stepped onto the controller, pushing start with his foot.
But what had he learned from Wolf? Maybe there was something strange about the fact the hunter was obsessed with little red riding hood... or maybe it was natural, Silva hadn't quite figured the answer to that out. What could kill a feien? What had killed a feien in the stories? Were there any stories?
If he knew what had killed Feien... would he be interested in it? Fascinated with it? Would he--
"You lose!"
The voice made him jump, looking down at where he had absently been playing the game, a snarl on his lips. "Oh yeah?" He muttered, turning his focus to the game completely. As to his fascination, or lack thereof... well, who gave a s**t? Jump, run... jump jump, shoot!
"You lose!"
"You no good--" He growled, his nerves on edge as he started the game over again. He would have cursed more, but jumping from one end of the machine to the other was hard work.
"And that's why it takes two of us to play." Nack said knowledgeably, sitting comfortably on the window sill and sipping from the water cap. Nick nodded, too busy playing tug of war with Lyric to look up.
"You lose!"
"Damn you, you piece of s**t--"
"You lose!"
"Your mother sucks--"
"You lose!"
"I'll show you lose--"
Silva kept playing, his cursing getting more creative with each round, making the watchers either bite back laughter or take notes. Nick had a full page by the fifth game and was working on a cross chart to figure out how the terms could be mixed and matched. They also had a bet on whether he would ever win. Somehow they figured it might be a while before he gave up.
Silva worked on, forgetting his question, simply because he couldn't find an answer to it. And something told him he didn't need to know just yet. But he kept the picture, rolled up and sitting on his tiger bed, ready to pull out... whenever.
But there was one thing he had learned... women? They were trouble. Seriously. If a hunter could act like an idiot over one, then he was probably best off not getting involved. And for the horny little fairy, that was enough to make him curse.
Then again, so was a video game.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 8:27 am
"So here's your cage and there's the water bottle, and the food bowl, and... Pyro? Pyroooo!! Where are you?" Ice frowned, reaching into the small cage and rustling through the woodships for the fire mouse. She sighed as a red head popped out, chittering at her for interrupting his nap.
"There's my little guy!" She said happily. "I brought you a playmate!" She held out the small, lilac siamese mouse who was sitting calmly on her hand. "His name is Colossus!"
The fire mouse snorted, going back to his hole burrowing. Having a mate to play around with might be fun, but he had more important things on his mind! Like pissing off that feien of hers. Or watching the pretty fire burn.
The sound of someone entering his cage made him jerk and squeak angrily as the new mouse got too close.
Wha' tha bloody 'ell d'ya think yer doin! This is MY 'ole! He squeaked, earning a bored look. Roight, j'st make yerself a'ome an' stay on yer side o' tha cage. THAT side!
The other mouse squeaked, making Pyro almost jump out of his skin it was so loud.
"Oooh, what a big voice you have, Colossus!" Ice crooned, reaching out to pet the mouse with her finger. Pyro twitched, not liking the attention the other mouse was getting in the least. Colossus shied away. "I really should tell Silva about you two... especially considering Pyro belongs to him..." She sighed, pulling her hand out and latching the door.
When she walked away Pyro slipped out of the small hole he had made in the plastic floor of the cage and went back to doing what he did best. Finding things to burn.
Colossus headed for the hole, looking at it curiously for a second before slipping through as well. Perhaps this Ice woman had something interesting to read...
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"We ain't EVER gonna find that stupid mouse, Nack!" Nick wailed, kicking at a pebble. "Even those mouse traps that Ice set up ain't working!!"
Nack was about to reply when the fire mouse in question raced past. The two boys looked at each other for a second before racing after him, shouting like indians.
Silva looked up from where he was working out, scowled, then went back to lifting, only to blink as another mouse stopped in front of him, squeaking once, loudly. "What the--" He jerked, almost dropping his barbell.
Colossus squeaked again, wondering if the feien had anything his size to lift, but not desiring to speak human unless he had to. "You the one that lit my collection on fire?" Silva finally asked, chewing on his toothpick. The small mouse shook his head. "Alright."
Silva went back to lifting, watching as the mouse headed for his rope weight lifting system and grabbed the handle between his teeth, pulling hard. The little b*****d actually managed to move one of the ball bearings a good inch off the ground. He was about to comment when he heard Nick shouting.
"My tail!! My tail!!"
"Stop drop and roll you moron!!" Nack shouted.
Silva twitched, then focused on the new mouse again. The old one was just too much trouble.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 7:47 am
*Nighttime*
Silva nodded, raising one finger and motioning for Sonnet to go to the right. It was a silent Ops, so she nodded, disappearing into the darkness of the backyard. He turned, motioning for Lyric to take the left side, earning a happy nod with a bit of a bounce. The hyena was one crazy son-ofa-b***h, but he was good for a hunt.
Silva waited until the hyena was out of sight to start creeping forwards, melting into the shadows without a thought. They had finally gotten the little fire mouse outside and they were about to corner him.
Pyro chittered, nervously looking around. His hackles were up as he realized that someone, somewhere, was closing in on him. But he couldn't see in the darkness. He cursed himself, knowing that he should have never let them get him out of the house. But he had had no choice, those two brats had started chasing him again, with a bucket of water.
He couldn't see... he couldn't see... He needed to see! With a trumpeting cry he let loose a blast of fire, lighting up the grass around him, his eyes shining with demonic laughter as the flames rapidly spread.
"Dammit..." Silva whispered. He took to the air, ready to divebomb the small mouse, only to jerk as the loud CRACK! of thunder filled the air and the skies poured out, drenching the flames. Not to mention the feien, the wolf, the hyena, and the mouse.
Pyro squeaked, his fire high killed. He was so depressed that he didn't even notice the wolf stepping out of the shadows, picking him up by the scruff.
"Should we kill it? Huh? huh?" Lyric asked, almost prancing at the thought of killing the small mouse. Silva snorted, heading for the house, the pixapets following. They entered their house and made their way to the bedroom, blinking at the sight of Nick and Nack playing poker with miniature poker cards.
"Great help with the hunt, brats." Silva muttered, making them look up guiltily. Nick shoved his cards under his tail.
"We were--we were trying to not get in the way!" Nack said, flushing slightly.
"Yeah, right." Silva said, trying not to laugh.
"So can we kill it NOW?" Lyric asked, getting irritated with waiting. Sonnet sighed, looking around for someplace to put the mouse that it wouldn't get out of. She walked over to the bottle cap, flipped it onto its edge with her paw, then quickly trapped the mouse under it, propping one unmoving paw on top.
"This is a pixamouse." She stated calmly. "Meaning it was purchased from the same shop we came from. It's a pet."
"It's annoying." Silva drawled in reply.
"It's lunch!" Nick said happily, lunging for the bottle cap. Sonnet gave him a warning growl, just enough to make him pull to a halt.
"It's a pet. Now we just need to find out whose." She said, glaring over at Lyric. "Make yourself useful and bring me a dumbbell."
"Sure thing, love!" Lyric said, almost prancing as he walked over to Silva's weights and started tugging it towards Sonnet, falling over a few times on his way. Silva snorted, but made no move to help. A little while later the bottle cap was secure and the mouse underneath was squeaking in protest.
"We don't haveta find his owner just yet, do we?" Nick asked from where he was poking the cap.
"The sooner we get him off our hands the better." Silva replied, turning and walking away. Reluctantly the group followed.
The mouse under the bottle cap sneezed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 11:55 am
Ice walked into the room, a small goldfish bowl in her hands, a slight smile on her face as she put the bowl on the dresser. "You'll be fine here, and as soon as Jade gets back we'll move you over to her room!" She said to the creature swimming in the bowl. Then she turned and headed for the door. "I just need to get some of the things I bought for your fishbowl, I'll be right back!"
"..." Silva reluctantly looked up from his weights, curious despite himself of what Ice had brought home THIS time. If it was another male he swore he was going to have a talk with that woman. He put his weights down, and took to the air, crossing the room and dropping down on the dresser, is toothpick clamped between his teeth as he approached it slowly.
There was something swimming in circles, something blue... or purple, he couldn't really tell. It seemed to change colors as the light flashed on it. Then it stopped, turning and looking at him. It was a female, quite pretty at that, but with a tail like a... fish.
"Well... s**t." He muttered, wondering what to do. He had planned on giving up on females, after all. And this one wasn't even his species. Just a fish person of some sorts. Then she shoved herself up, folding her arms over the edge of the bowl and looking at him through long lashes, a little pout on her lips.
"Aren't you going to... come talk to me?" She asked huskily, almost making him gulp. "I get so lonely, you know..."
"Really." He replied, not letting his reaction show. Her tail flipped up in the water, flashing in the light. "What are you?"
"Me? I'm a siren, of course. You're such a big, strong man, I would have thought that obvious." She reached out, motioning for him to come closer. He took a step forward, compelled. "And I'm so very... hungry."
That word nudged the back of his mind, bothering him for some reason even as he took another step forward. But she didn't LOOK so tough... what was the harm? Maybe he could get a free snog in. "I was giving up on women." He told her, taking another step forward.
"But I'm not just a woman." She replied, her voice running down his spine. "I could be YOUR woman. If you want."
He stopped, smirking slightly as his ego took over. "You'd be damn lucky, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would. You look so strong... and tasty." She purred. There was something innocent about her, surreal. And he was getting excited. He stepped up to the bowl, levitating so they were face to face. Her hand reached out, running up his chest then hooking around his neck, pulling him closer.
He tossed his toothpick aside, leaning forward and brushing a kiss over her lips. Then he deepened it.
"s**t!! HE GOT LOOSE AGAIN, BOSS MAN!!" The shout made Silva turn, not noticing the way the siren beared large, dangerous fangs at his throat.
"I'm BUSY!" He shouted back. The fangs headed for his throat.
"It's burning your new comic book!!"
Silva jerked away just as the teeth snapped shut where his throat had been. "This'll haveta wait." He muttered, turning and flying off to save his new porn.
"... Men." Violet mutered, dropping her chin on her hands with a pout.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 7:56 am
((Guild rp compilation)) Needful Things The distance between residences never failed to irk Quantel, as she finally reached where Silva was said to live. Approaching the house at a steady pace, she extended her field of detection in an effort to ascertain whether or not her quarry was outside or in. The tiny, similar sensation she wanted seemed to be towards the back of the house, so it was there that she headed. Seeing the open window, and the tiny figure on the sill, Quantel dropped lower than the opening, gliding over silently, hovering just beneath the view of the outside world, before rising up and reaching out with a dainty toe to touch the surface of the sill. Her wings, outstretched initially, pulled inwards, folding over her back, and her left hand came to rest on her hip, just above where a braid of string lay coiled, thrice, around her waist. The faintest of smiles played over her features, as she waited for him to acknowledge her. Silva took the time to finish his final repition, trying to figure out what the feien was doing on his sill. Finally he put his barbell down, turning to her. "Quantel, wasn't it?" He asked, ignoring the way his various pets scattered, Sonnet growling low in her throat at the intruder. "What brings you to my humble abode?" He was chewing on his toothpick, not bothering to hide his smirk. "Aii, Quantel." It pleased her that he had remembered her name, and she let that show in her expression. At the mention of his "abode," she glanced about, taking in both their surroundings and the scattering of pets. Idly, one long finger began to trace the cord around her waist. Her sapphire eyes came back to rest on him, taking in the smirk, the toothpick, the young form so obviously accustomed to using the equipment she had just interrupted him at. The corners of her lips twisted upwards, and she formed the answer to his question. "As I sense that we share certain... similarities not found in the others, I thought it best that we know each other better." "Similarities, huh? Sure, I'll buy that." He said, watching her closely. His natural urges were warring with his instinctive mistrust. "If we share... similarities... then I already know I can't trust you, can I." He finished, leaning over and grabbing his jumprope. "So what do you REALLY want?" He asked as he started to jump. Clever boy. As she watched him jump, she nodded. "Trust is for those too weak to depend on themselves." Curving her fingers around the cord, she tugged one end free, then slowly pulled upon it, the loops first drawing tighter around her waist, before beginning slither free of its coils. Even as she wrapped the end she held around her hand, the other end fell free, previously tucked behind her wings, and landed on the floor, exposing a collar of some sort. "But we need not trust each other, as long as we understand each other." He stopped jumping, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Hell woman, you could have warned me you were into that kinky s**t." He said, looking more closely at the device. "So whaddaya say, you want to be tied up first?" He didn't bother to mention he wouldn't allow himself to be tied. He didn't trust her enough for even that. But if she was willing who was he to say no? He glanced over as Sonnet's growl got louder, wondering idly what that was about. Her laugh was soft, even as she caught the cord with her right hand, drawing it through her lightly closed fist until she held the collar. "This, I am sorry to tell you, is for neither you nor I." Quantel narrowed her eyes ever so slightly as she looked in Sonnet's direction, but her smile never faultered. "It is a training device specifically built for use on Pixapets. And I would like for you to keep it for me, until I have need of it again." Most likely the beast beside the boy could smell the pain and sweat of the other pup she had been using this particular collar with. As she slid her gaze back to Silva, she reached out with her magic hand to tweak Sonnet's right ear, ever so gently. Sonnet jerked at the touch, lunging forward, her teeth snapping, intent on ripping the throat out of the intruder. Silva grabbed her scruff and holding her half off the ground before she could get close enough. "Down." He muttered, making her sit, her fangs still bared. "You want me to keep it, huh? What do I get out of this?" He asked. "I don't have any use for that kind of thing, personally." He turned, glaring at Lyric who was creeping towards them. The hyena stopped. She raised a brow at the commotion Sonnet had made, storing that reaction away for future reference. "For one, I will be coming back for it, so you would be assured of a return visit." Quantel took a small step towards him, careful to keep from getting too close; not because of the still snarling Pixadog, but because of the difference in their heights, and her desire to continue to foster his dominant streak. When she was close enough, she stopped, drawing the cord against the middle of her abdomen, curving across her ribcage. Tilting her head, she let her hair tumble forward over her shoulders. "Would you be adverse to a return visit?" "Mmmm..." He said, watching her, his smirk widening. She was good... damn good. A little on the short side for his taste (he had plans of growing soon, after all, and liked tall females to begin with) but good. "My wolf might not appreciate that." He said, not looking too worried. "And I like my pets happy. They come in handy when I feel like killing something." He turned, glaring at Lyric who had crept closer, his teeth bared. "What else do you have to offer?" "I was completely serious when I brought up our similarities." Even as she spoke, she gradually rotated her wrists, so that the braided cord wrapped itself around each slender limb. "As the sole two Shadow Feien currently in existance, I believe that we would be wise to take advantage of each other's experience." Once her wrists were somewhat secure, she tugged lightly at the cord, as if testing its strength. "Take advantage, huh?" He replied, thinking of the things he had already dealt with. Sure, she might find it interesting, but something told him she would find a way to use it against him, as well. The fact that he owed a life debt to a man in a jungle somewhere. Or that he believed in life debts at all. Hell, if he knew about that weakness in someone else he wouldn't hesitate to take advant-- He stopped, suddenly realizing that was exactly what had happened to him. "s**t." He muttered under his breath, before changing the subject. "Well, darlin, you might not have noticed, but I'm just a juvenile. A kid. I don't have much... experience to share." He replied, staring her straight in the eye as he lied through his teeth. Those full lips curved further, as she stared back into his eyes. "The extent of your experience now is not what I am interested in." Quantel stepped forward again, just enough where Silva would have to tilt his head backwards slightly in order to continue to maintain eye contact with her. "My intentions are that we learn from each other, experiment with each other, and, yes, use each other." As she continued to gaze at him, her wings shivered, as if in anticipation of the days to come. He reached up, moving her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a second on the flesh behind her ear, not caring a jot that he had to look up slightly. "Experiment, darlin? Like this?" It amused him, now that he felt her falling into his area of expertise, so he rubbed the flesh slightly before withdrawing his hand, watching for her reaction. Her wings trembled again, as her eyes fluttered, half-shutting. She purred, a melodious rumble in the back of her throat, her pulse quickening, just visible beneath her porcelain skin. Quantel leaned her head into his touch, then formed her lips into a moue of disappointment as he pulled away. Her eyes opened, heavy lidded, a chorus of tiny shadows swirling in their depths. "Please assure me that was merely a taste... "Now darlin, if I admitted to that you would think I had... experience." Silva replied, smirking and heading for his dumbbells. "Toss the rope in the corner or something, You can pick it up when you need it. Though I might need to put it somewhere it won't get buried." He said, looking at the still angry looking Sonnet. In this, he was in control. It wasn't arrogance that made him know this, although he had plenty of that. It was pure instinct. And if he wanted to keep that control he would have to appear to be unaffected. He picked up his dumbbell, his muscles rippling slightly beneath his skin as he added a bit of effort to his lifts. His toothpick was going to have to be replaced at the rate he was chewing on it. She had just been dismissed. By a juvenile, nonetheless. A little smirk played over his lips as he waited to see how she responded to that fact. If it bothered her, she gave no sign. Quantel kept her own smile benign as she began to twist the cord away from her wrists. Watching the movements of his muscles, then that of the toothpick as it rapidly disintegrated under the attentions of his teeth, she idly contemplated continuing this encounter, or leaving it for when she returned for the cord. Either way... With a swing of her arm, she sent the cord sailing clear across the room, adding a touch of Levitation and just enough of her Magic Hand to ensure that it made it to the corner, seemingly bourne of her own strength. As it landed, she extended her wings, three-quarters their length, lifting herself up from the sill a scant few millimeters. Using her skills to glide backward, she laughed softly and lifted her hand to him. Fool. You could have had so much more than the mere promise of my return... Quantel allowed the shadows to swallow her, hiding her departure from unassuming eyes. He watched her go for a second then snorted, putting his dumbbell down and tossing the toothpick out the window. "A woman that abuses her pets..." Sonnet softly growled from behind him, "would abuse her mate just as quickly." "Hell, wolf. You think I don't know that?" He replied, shrugging slightly. The various pets turned, pretending as if it had never happened, leaving Silva to think for himself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 9:39 am
Silva fingered the rope that had been left to him for a second before looking around. The only place he could think of was his so-called garden, so he took to the air, flying across the room to bury it in the sand. Sonnet's words were still stuck in his head, even as he told himself he didn't give a s**t.
She would be easy, he told himself, dropping down on the sand and snapping off a small bit of the tree for his new toothpick. Hell, he could have had her then and there. But that was the thing... if he snogged her that quickly she might think that she was the one in control.
Power and lust went well together for some reason, but he wanted HER to be the one that needed him. The last thing he wanted Q to think was that he was desperate.
She was different from Ruya, that was for sure. She wouldn't hesitate to use his lust against him. And hell, he was the first to admit that it could be done. He turned, looking over at the bowl that Ice had brought in, where the fish girl was swimming in circles.
The trick of this little game... if he planned on playing at all, that was, was to keep her controlled. He cursed, leaning back against the rock and chewing slightly on his toothpick.
What ever happened to a snog that didn't have implications behind it? A non-political snog? Where you get off, you go home, simple as that? No worrying about who controlled who, (Simply because HE was the one in control) No worry about being tossed aside for an idiot... Or a woman that abused her pets rather then finding a tougher, wilder prey.
And all this thinking was starting to get him a headache. He sat up, stretching before tossing the choker to the side and dropping off of the TV with his usual drama, barely catching himself before he hit the ground.
"Boss-man?" Nick asked.
"Practice time, boys." He said, not bothering to answer the questions in their eyes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 9:40 am
Silva watched silently, chewing on his toothpick as the people behind their house pulled out of the drive and drove away. Somewhere in that car was Ruya. Somewhere in that car his first girl was leaving him. With a slight curse he tossed his toothpick to the side and headed down the street, feeling the brisk, cold air of winter coming on.
So... Ruya was gone. And Q was abusive and he was sick and F&^$#%#^ tired of females in general. And... he wanted a coat. The last thought made him smirk slightly as he took to the air. A leather trench, like the guy in the forest had worn. Something badass that might make people think twice before moving in on him. Make them back the hell off.
Well... maybe if he just gave Q what she wanted he wouldn't have to deal with her for too long. And right then he could have used a good snog. He kept walking, bringing his wings around him so they looked a little like a coat, blocking some of the wind from his body.
His life was short. A few years and he'd be dead. A stone of some sorts, he guessed, not really caring. He stopped, looking at one of the tree branches that had fallen with the snow a few days before and walking over to it, snapping off a new toothpick. Who gave a s**t if he died young? Death wasn't that scary. He had looked it in the eye... or down the barrel, actually, often enough to know it was going to happen.
He sat, propping his foot on the branch and looking around. He was down the street from Ice's place, halfway to the shop, halfway not. He was alone. But why he should care about that fact, he didn't know. He had been alone before, hadn't cared. At least there was no stupidity other then his own.
But still, for some strange reason, he found himself getting to his feet, then taking to the air, heading the rest of the way to the shop. Maybe he could find something to keep him busy there. His summon day was coming up again... maybe he could pick out what he wanted this time instead of Ice picking something at random. It couldn't hurt to try.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 9:41 am
((Shop compilation))Meeting Hikari Silva stepped into the shop, shaking his wings slightly and cursing the fact that one of the trees he had passed had decided to drip on him. He had avoided the first few drips, almost gotten out from under it, then got splattered. Needless to say he was feeling even more bitchy then when he had started out on his trip. With a scowl he headed further into the room, waiting to warm up slightly before heading for the counter. Hikari flitted into the shop, sitting on the counter top, pulling out the small brush david had made her, brushing her hair, glancing at the other feien for a moment, as if appraising him for something. Silva stopped, looking at the newcomer with a scowl as she brushed her hair. "Great, just what I needed, a female." He muttered, feeling the strong urge to turn and walk out. Reluctantly he took to the air, walking on the counter towards the scrolls hanging from the wall and deliberately ignoring the other feien. Hikari took to the air herself, deciding to at least sound out this feien, see if perhaps he was suitable material for something "Hello there. I'm Hikari. Whats your name?" "I don't tell people my name." Silva replied, cursing inwardly as he realized she was one of those "Friendly" feien. He glanced over, taking an idle second to appreciate how good she looked, but not bothering to make a move. "They have to beat it out of me." He finished, smirking slightly as he remembered that happening once before. "You can try if you want. Might be entertaining." Hikari hmphs inwardly, but outwardly gives her most dazzling smile "Oh? You would expect little ole me to fight? But I could break a nail or muss my hair doing something like that. Why don't you be a sweetheart and just tell me. Pretty please?" She pouts a little at him, inwardly grinning. He stopped, looking over at her with a raise eyebrow before snorting. "Break a nail, huh? What make you think it would last long enough for that to happen?" There was a derisive note in his voice as he realized what she was. He turned, looking back at the scroll to see if they sold coats in this place. He hadn't seen them the last time he looked through the supplies, but maybe there was another way to get one... "Cause i'm fast, and hard to catch." She grins a little, flying a loop de loop in place. "What ya lookin for?" "A coat." He replied, not looking at her. She was like the cheerleaders that he sometimes watched on TV, beautiful and too damn cheery for his taste. He got the feeling if he stared at her he might wind up acting out of character. Then a slight smirk pulled at his lips as an idea occured to him. "What are YOU looking for, Darlin?" He asked huskily, watching her through his lashes. Oh goodie! Another boy that new how to play the game. This one was a triffle young for her tastes though. Ah well, maybe when he grew. Flying close, giving a coy glance, she smiled a little. "As much as I would like to say a hunk like you, I'm looking for a nerdy feien to help me make something." "Ahh... I'll send one your way if I run into one." He replied, nodding in understanding. Then he turned, heading to jump off the counter. "I think I'll try somewhere else." And he left. Hikari smiled, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks sweetie. Good luck on finding a coat."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 9:42 am
The sight of Ice walking into the room carrying a tiger made Silva jerk, his toothpick almost falling from his mouth before he regained his composure. "What... the hell... is that?" He finally demanded, setting his dumbbell down. He hated cats. Just about as much as he hated birlds.
"She was... given to me." Ice replied, frowning slightly as the tiger cringed at his angry tone. She gently ran a hand down the little tiger's back, heading for the bed to sit down. The tiger looked around, then jumped off of Ice's lap and moved to hide behind her, peering around Ice to watch the angry sounding feien.
"Then give her back. I hate cats."
"I can't. The little girl that gave her to me disappeared."
Silva snorted, then glared. "She's not staying in my room."
"I was going to give her Io's room, actually. She'll be getting bigger, after all. She'll need a room for herself." She turned, blinking at the sight of the tiger buried in the blankets. "I don't think she much likes being surrounded by people, either."
Silva twitched, then nodded, not bothering to argue. He would find a way to get rid of the damn cat sooner or later.
Kisa scooted back, not really wanting to be picked up as Ice reached over. She didn't know this new human, she wasn't really even sure she wanted to, and the gruff sounding flying thing over on the windowsill didn't sound very nice, either. But... but Linali had said this would be a good place for her, and she--she trusted Linali. She did. It was just hard.
She found herself being picked up and taken out of the room, watching over Ice's shoulder as the small feien followed them down the hall. He was scowling.
"This will be your room, sweetie." Ice said, drawing her ttention away from the feien. She looked around, curious in spite of herself, sighing as she noticed the large window that was right over the head of the bed. She needed sunlight. The room was a blend of purples and blacks, with touches of soft whites. Not quite gothic, but leaning towards it. The bed was large, making her eyes widen slightly.
"I don't... um... know what all you like yet. We can change the room so it suits you, okay?" Ice said hesitantly, wondering if a tiger would be better off in a more... wild looking room. Maybe with a tree or something...
"She's not Io." Silva drawled, making them both turn to see Silva standing on the dresser, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You didn't like Io. You should be happy that she isn't." Ice replied calmly, letting the tiger down to explore.
"She's not even human."
"Neither are you."
"I don't like it."
The sound of Ice's sigh reached Kisa's ear, but she showed no outward reaction, just headed further away from the angry sounding feien, jumping onto the bed and wishing they would just leave her alone. She turned a circle once, lying her head on her paws and watching the two argue with big, worried eyes. She had already lost one home. She didn't want to lose this one.
"Silva, my home is open to all children. Human, tiger, or feien, and you know that. This baby--" She turned, looking at the tiger for a second. "I suppose I should give her a name. But she's now your housemate, your sister, in a way. And I will have her treated kindly." she turned, heading for the bed, much to Kisa's distress.
"This is your home, sweetie. And I want you to be happy here. So ignore the mean old feien, he doesn't mean it."
"Yes I do."
"Well he won't once he figures out how sweet you are. And if there's anything you want, I want you to come to me." Kisa looked away, not acknowledging her new guardian's statement. How did she know she was sweet? How did she know she wasn't just... just strange? The sound of Ice's laugh caught her off guard, as well as the gentle hand stroking down her back.
"You're just too cute, aren't you?" Ice asked, making her blink. "Kisa."
Kisa jerked, looking at her for a second in shock. Ice laughed again, treating her gently, far more gently then she had ever treated Silva. It made him scowl. Not that he needed that sort of treatment. It would have bugged the hell out of him if she had.
"Why don't we leave you to look around?" Ice asked, standing. "I'll have to pick up some things better suited for a tiger then a teenage girl... And some children's books."
Kisa didn't relax until the door closed behind Ice and Silva. With a slight bound she jumped off the bed to explore. Maybe there was something to keep her occupied with. To keep her mind off the fact that she was surrounded by strangers.
Silva was silent for a second as they headed down the hall, back to Ice's room. "If she tries to eat me, I swear--"
"She won't."
"You had better be right."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 9:43 am
((A cross-over from my Alphapet journal, again. Second half is Silva))
The room was silent, save for the steady creaking of the ceiling fan. Kisa twitched slightly as her dreams became unpleasant. Her tail flickered first, then her leg kicked and she jerked awake, looking around a little wildly, her teeth showing. There was no one there. Ice had left her alone for the night, merely bringing her a plush to curl up next to. Kisa was glad. The relationship was still too... new.
She relaxed slowly, wearily looking around again, just in case. With a sigh she forced her muscles to unclench, then padded silently to the hope chest that sat under the second window. With a graceful, though rarely used, leap, she reached the window, watching silently as the little children tumbled out of the bus on the street corner outside.
They were laughing, happy with whatever they had just gone through. Kisa sighed, then jumped down from the hope chest and padded silently to the door. The house was quiet as usual, giving her the peace that she required. But she was, strangely, a little lonely. It might have been the children, she told herself, heading for the kitchen.
Or it might have been the dream. She paused, her front left paw stopping midstep as the dream returned. It had been vicious, teeth flashing, blood, the sound of screaming echoing in her head. Kisa shuddered, hating the dream even more in the light of day. She was a creature of peace. More content to read and draw then she was to fight. In fact, the smell of blood made her sick to her stomach.
She headed for the front room, leaping onto the cushion and curling up against the throw pillow, the scent of her guardian soothing her. With a gentle breath she fell asleep again, the loneliness abating with the knowledge that she was no longer alone. Even if it was merely a scent.
She woke again an hour later, just as the sun was getting low in the sky, the child’s moon showing. With a stretch she headed for the door to the backyard, intent on feeling the breeze through her fur. It was a beautiful, almost brisk day, the time just before Fall came, when the air smelt sharper. She loved this type of weather.
She sniffed, catching the scent of smoke from a barbeque. It smelt good. She smiled slightly, heading down the steps with little jumps and padding into the garden. Her tail flicked with pleasure as the serene setting, and she turned slightly to sniff one of the few remaining flowers. That’s when she caught sight of it. A laughing purr rippled from her throat as she chased after the butterfly, pouncing, her claws retracted. She missed, but the butterfly danced, making her laugh again.
She pounced again, only to gasp as her paws knocked the butterfly off balance, sending it fluttering. It fell to the ground, stunned. Almost timidly she stepped forward, nudging it with her nose. It didn’t move. With a slight whimper she laid down, her head resting morosely on her front paws as she mourned the butterfly. She hadn’t meant to hurt him… she had never meant to hurt anyone, much less something so beautiful.
A silent tear fell and she sniffled, her body trembling silently. It was like the dream, she thought, trying and failing to keep from crying. The butterfly twitched, then twitched again, making her hold her breath. It flapped its wings slowly, then lit into the air, flying away as if nothing had happened.
Slowly Kisa began to purr.
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Silva stood at his window, the toothpick clamped hard between his teeth as he watched the tiger mourn the butterfly. His wings flexed slightly, unconsciously, as he thought how easily she could do that to him, as well. He grunted, telling himself to forget it even as he found himself dropping down from the window and heading for the tiger.
Kisa turned, looking at him silently. "What the hell are you?" He finally asked, dropping to the ground in front of her, a strange look on his face. "You're not a tiger."
Kisa blinked, fighting the urge to step back. The small feien looked angry, as if he had been decieved. She didn't like it. "Hell, if you were a tiger you wouldn't be cowering right now." He went on, studying her through narrowed eyes. Her tail flicked, silently protesting his words even though she knew he was right. She bared her teeth, hoping it might make him go away. He only snorted.
"You might have been given to Ice, but this is MY house, little girl." He stated, coldly. "And since I seem to be stuck with you, we're going to make a few... rules."
Who was he calling little?
"First off, no trying to attack me. It'd be a waste of your time and piss me off. Secondly, you hurt the twerp and I'll have your heart. And third--" He stopped as she laid down, her eyes falling to the ground. "... Forget about it." She looked depressed. It got to him, as much as he hated to admit it. "Go back to doing whatever made you... rumble or something."
Kisa blinked, almost jerking as she looked at him. He looked angry, but he wasn't looking at her. And as far as his rules went, well, she didn't want to attack him. She just didn't want to deal with him. But he was glaring at her again, as if it were her fault.
"Dammit all, why'd you have to be female?" He asked, making her c**k her head slightly in confusion. She jerked as he reached out, but he ignored her, dropping his small hand on her nose. "Stay away from Ice's closet door, kid." He muttered after a second of watching her, then dropped his hand and turned, walking away. He was waiting to see if she was going to attack. But nothing happened.
He turned, smirking slightly around his toothpick. Then he left, leaving her to wonder what that had been about. Why would she want to go into Ice's closet?
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