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 Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:55 pm
"We did enjoy a lovely dinner together - under the stars..." She looked up again, and saw them, saw them among the trees.
"And we both accepted the truth."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:57 pm
"The truth...?" Getting a straight answer out of Emerwyn was like trying to thread a twizzler through the eye of a needle...
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:00 pm
Emerwyn smiled. It was far easier than talking to Ian, at any rate.
"That we cannot deny how we feel about each other any longer..." she paused, wondering if that was enough. "...that we love each other."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:02 pm
To say Emelyn was excited- would be an understatement. To say that she squealed like a fifteen year old at a slumber party who was coked up on caffeine.... was not.
"Eeeh! Oh, Emer!" The girl practically danced forth on her hedgehog-heels, putting her hands on Emer's arms. "That's... that's amazing. No wonder you're so thrilled."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:18 pm
Emerwyn beamed at the joy she had brought forth in her friend, and she threw her arms around her in an embrace.
Pulling back, she said, "It is a wonderful thing indeed. I only hope that those around me can find the joy that I have." Her eyes met Emelyn, passing the wish on to her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:20 pm
"Hmn..." Emelyn said, an amused half-agreement. "Well, I'm just so glad you're happy. And thank you," she said, seeing the desire of her happiness being conveyed through those sparkling eyes, "to have a slice of this... all this joy. That'd be enough." She laughed, and returned the embrace heartily.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:24 pm
But now, Emerwyn felt, it was time to move on once more.
"May you fare well in your journeys, Emelyn. I will see you again very soon."
"For this is where the White Stag has led us. And where he leads, I am destined always to follow."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:28 pm
Emelyn laughed a white, pure laugh that had no seeds of mocking or dissent within it- only an amused happiness. "Emerwyn- do me a grand favor. Never, ever change."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:30 pm
To this, Emerwyn simply smiled, a small, serene smile.
She raised her cloven hand to the sky in farewell, and turned, disappearing in a green and golden haze.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:29 am
Stewart Young Stewart noticed how Zach wasn't too sure what to say about his very goaty looks. Really what could be said? As he reached up to scratch a now furry ear he said "It's pretty ironic isn't it? A priest turning into a goat...The lab techs sure do have a twisted sense of humor." How did he deal with changes? He would of loved to said that he had managed to keep his faith through all that had happened....But after the first change he had figured that god had cast him away for all that he had done in the past. After the pause to collect his thoughts he said "It was hard after the first change. I will admit I almost lost my faith, but then I was walking along the beach and I found this bible washed up on shore. As cheesy as it sounds I swear it was opened up the the Book of Job, then I relised that the lozd was not ignoring me. But that he was testing me just like he had tested Job. See I've decided that the devil has taken the form of the Doctor, and he is doing everything to make us join his side!" Stewart seemed to be filled with a new enthusiasm, even though his theory was pure crap. But it made sense to him and that's all that he really cared about.
A light breeze flung some of his hair into his face, forcing him to brush it aside with the one hand. His initial carelessness with his claw had ever so slowly given way to a more natural lightness of hand movement that prevented him from scratching out an eye. While he had yet to accept that his changes had happened and were far from being over, he was getting more used to their presence - everything but the tail, at least. "The Book of Job? Huh..." He'd heard of that story. As far as he knew, it had been written to explain the virtues of suffering through misfortune. It went without saying that all kinds of suffering were in excess on the island.
He blinked at the goat-man's sudden passion. Incidentally, Zach had never met Dr. Moreau, and assumed a different doctor to be responsible for Stewart's changes. With a slight tinge of wry humor in his otherwise monotonous voice, he responded to Stewart's theory. "Oh, so Dr. Duvert is the devil. Uh-huh... well, I can't say I disagree with you about that. So, are you going on some kind of 'holy' crusade or priestly battle against him?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 3:54 pm
--New RP--
(not entirely certain if the RP above this is done so apologies if isn't >>; )
Jamal had spent the night in the jungle after the little incident with Antony and had missed the party at the beach, though he had heard sounds of a fight when he peeked out to see what the fuss was. He had woke early, taken a bath in the river, and was now currently lying crouched beside a fallen log, his attention focused intensely on some sort of rodent-like animal that was nibbling delicately on a wide piece of leaf. The tiger, being robbed of pure anger that it so easily harnessed prior to sedatives, had become a very intense presence now. If Jamal couldn't destroy anything in a fit of rage, a hunt was the next best thing.
He'd been at it for probaby an hour and a half and had yet to actually get his hands on anything, but he wasn't ready to quit. He had to do something to keep himself from dwelling on less-pleasant things and shedding a little animal blood seemed like a small price to pay for peace of mind from his predator.
The black man watched the rodent carefully nose about and as it turned its back to him, he lunged forward and barely managed to sink his stubby claws into it's back. The animal gave a shrill scream and fought wildly against the hands that quickly enclosed it's body. Jamal paused, feeling it struggle and momentarily considered letting it go.
...it was just an animal though, right?
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:06 pm
Pyroth had gone into another one of his downward spirals just as he was certain that things were getting better. Things had been looking bright when one day, he just found himself unable to get up to speed. He had resorted to staying in his duplex, not sure why he couldn't bring himself to leave, just tired and wanting to sleep all the time. It was a dark week, made worse by the fact that Pyroth's cure for a raw mood was solitude.
But that morning he had woke up feeling restless and half starved, the coyote practically pacing in his head, impatient, wanting to do something about the mess he had gotten into. Eventually he gave in, the tension too much for him to bear, the room's walls seeming to press in from all sides. He left, heading around the back of the duplexes towards the jungle, walking still awkwardly but swiftly, his ears flicked back. He was unsure why he was angry, but a fury seethed in him at this longing, not his own, to kill indescriminately for food. He had always set up death in a calculating way, for the money, nothing more. And now here he was, like a barbarian, stalking the jungle.
It made him growl, at least until he realised this was not a human thing to do and he picked up his pace.
He was moving as though he chased his humanity, despite his awkward shape managing a decent degree of swiftness and grace. Not that it mattered, there were no familiar scents, at least not until he picked up one which raised alert flags in his head, familiar but human. Jamal. He was sure.
Changing his course he tried to follow on the trail of the other islander, following the only good thing about this form, his sense of smell.
It served him well enough, and after a while he drew within hearing range of the other, not stealthy in his movements, he'd probably be easy to pick up on.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:18 pm
The rodent continued to keep and scream, it's heart thumping rampantly against Jamal's palm as he held it tight in his claws. The air was quickly growing heady with the metallic scent of blood, thanks to the dribbling rivers that puddled in the creases of his palms before splattering to the jungle floor. This was the point where he normally would deftly twist it's neck and end the animal's suffering, but instead he let the very life ooze from it's wounds and held it fast as it struggled.
The tiger was annoyed; it wanted a swift kill and this went against it's instincts, but Jamal held it at bay. Perhaps it held some sort of significance for the black man as the animal slowed it's struggling, eyes becoming glassy as the blood started to crust on it's fur. A symbol for every human that would walk onto this island and for every half-breed that would die in the clutches of the doctors.
As the rodent gave a soft mew and expired in his grasp, he caught the sounds of an approach. Jamal immediately bristled and turned to face the intruder, the tiger immediately ready to defend it's kill. Certainly Jamal wasn't going to EAT what he'd just murdered...but still. A murr of warning left his throat as he waited for the approaching figure to become recognizable.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:27 pm
Pyroth heard Jamal before he saw him and some odd flash of instinct made him circle around, away from the sound, his ears back almost submissively. He knew he was outmatched in the shape of the other man and wasn't about to provoke him. It was only when he was a suitably distanced that he finally showed himself, stepping clear of the undergrowth, still hunched slightly in the posture he had found to be most comfortable, ears back, gaze averted at the ground. It bothered him to do so but some part of him put gestures like that at the top of his list of survival tactics. It didn't quell his anger though, just made it rage fiercer in it's intensity under the posturing.
Still not quite looking over, he spoke "It's only me again. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." the slight roll on the "r" was involuntary and it made him cringe.
Only when he dared did he look up, finally realising why the salty scent of blood hung lightly on the air, enticing his hunger. A rodent. Not big enough to sate it though, not by a long shot. Unlike Jamal, Pyroth probably would eat it if he'd been the one to catch it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:35 pm
Jamal stared unblinkingly into the brush as he sought out a clear view of whomever was coming to bother him. His ire was only pricked slightly, thanks to the sedatives, but that didn't keep the territorial instincts from flooding freely from his tiger counterpart. It was when the semi-familiar scent of Pyroth overpowered the blood in his nostrils did he relax and he did so further when the coyote man showed himself. The tiger lost interest immediately, seeing that Pyroth was hardly a threat, and instead focused on the dead body draped in Jamal's claws.
"You ain't interruptin' nuthin'," Jamal grunted curtly, his gaze flickering back to the carcass momentarily before letting it drop to the earth with a dull thud. "I'm glad it's you at least 'n' not some ********' moron. Not dat I kin do anythin' ta 'em if it was someone I didn't like...."
He flared his nostril in annoyance and glanced back at Pyroth, seemily oblivious to his advanced transformation....or he didn't care. "What brings you out herr? Out doin' a lil' huntin of yo' own?"
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