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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 1:56 pm
 ((OOC- The title has nothing to do with anything, I just thought it sounded cool.))
Emil lay on his stomach, watching the dappled patterns on the grass dance as the sun pulled on its cloud mask, then flung it aside when it grew bored. The mound he lay on was as smooth as the curve of a new apple, and the tree under which he lay was its twisted stem. That graceful tree was the source of the aforementioned shadows Emil had been watching. While he usually preferred to be surrounded by others, when an appropriate time presented itself he did enjoy a little blissful solitude. And as excitable as he tended to be, there were other times when there's nothing better in life than lying on your stomach and accumulating grass stains while watching an ant crawl up a blade of grass. This was the sort day that poets waxed about for pages, the one where the sun shines so brightly that when you close your eyes you can see your own pink veins criss cross in your eyelids, and the grasses form a rug of green that stretches longer and farther than any Flemish tapestry. Perhaps if those same poets saw him now, they would add a line about a lazy kuniku basking half in the shade and half in the sun who is doing nothing and particular and does not plan on adding anything to his itinerary.
The stage is set.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 2:30 pm
(( occ: I just realized their abilities are pretty much the same. O: -slow- ))
“…and I am a god, right Ji ?”
Kita hadn’t managed to slip out ever so much as a sentence before her sarcasm let loose. The morning might have been beautiful even with the maximum amount of sun that seemed a little hot if you were to stay out of the shade to long, but the flowers were smiling and the grass green as can be. These days were the ones she admired the most, it was the lazy, grey, dark, and gloomy days that weren’t her forte (especially if rain were in sight). The light blue colors in her fur matched perfectly with the sky and its white puffs for clouds. She admired the different shapes that formed from them which made her even more happier for the day. Kita didn’t walk, but instead pranced. Glancing at the bushes that sprouted berries and the large amount of trees that grew smaller and smaller as she walked forward. Looking up from Ji’s distraction, she spotted one rather large tree placed in the middle of the grass.
“Who is that ?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 5:18 pm
((Ah, I realized it when I went to look at which of your kuniku was which and I was like 'Oh, wait, that one has the same ability as Emil, but with flowers. XD))
What has mostly likely been mistaken by Emil earlier as a cloud that had decided to go for a little stroll on the ground for a change had grown significantly larger in perspective and now revealed itself to be another kuniku.
As they came closer, Emil flopped slowly over onto his side, exposing his belly as an unspoken sign of trust (and a rather lazy one at that). He even gave a little twitch to scratch his back before settling into a comfortable position.
"Hi!" he called out loudly without bothering to look at who it was. "You're welcome to come and join me, the shade is very nice. Unless you're Inari, in which case I don't think I want to be bothered with any messages right now. I've given myself a day off, and the gods should respect that."
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