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Angel Feathers Mule Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:37 pm
Unless Bryxn premits it, only she may post here.
The feather has a few beads on it, nothing really that special. But something about it just makes one imagine a forest or trees. It's unknown as to why, but at somepoint it'll be found out.
Name: Ahmed
Keeper: Bryxn
Stage: Feather
Last updating: 9 Feb 2008
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:56 pm
Table of Contents ...................................................................... 1. Intro...................................................................... 2. Table of Contents...................................................................... 3. All About Ahmed...................................................................... 4. Ahmed's Keeper: Bryxn ...................................................................... 5. Our Home...................................................................... 6. Other Members of our Family...................................................................... 7. Friend and Past Encounters...................................................................... 8. Prompt Replies...................................................................... 9. Ahmed's Cluttered Closet
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:15 pm
All About Ahmed Name: Ahmed
Keeper: Bryxn
Date of Discovery: February 9th
Charm: Two small, green beads and a tiny leaf-shaped charm dangle from delicate green threads. Gender: Male
Guardian of: Unknown
Personality: Good-natured and blundersome
History:Photo Album:
First Glance: ..........A perfect, dainty feather... Its entire length is perfect and pristine. It almost has an unnaturally pure sense of clean-ness to it... As though it has never even been touched before.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:30 pm
Ahmed's Keeper: Bryxn  Name: Bryxn
Date of Birth: April 30th, 1991
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:..........Bryxn has soft brown hair that falls just below her hips. It is naturally wavy, but she often straightens it if she has the time. She has large, expressive green eyes and a clear, freckle-less complexion. Enjoys wearing black and is rarely seen with proper pants on. The reasons behind this are a wide-spread mystery.
Personality:..........An outgoing, happy sort of girl with inborn curiosity and love of life. Enjoys accomplishing things and taking on big projects. Occasionally, she has burnouts and dry-spells, in which she is miserable and moody... but generally, she's a very busy, happy person. She has a strangely strong fear of llamas. As with her chronic lack of pants, this is a very mysterious property.
History:..........
Photo Album:
Candid Shots:
Coming Soon
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:40 pm
Other Members of our Family
None At The Moment...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:43 pm
Friends of Ahmed ...None Yet... Enemies of Ahmed ...None Yet... Past Encounters ...None Yet...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:45 pm
Prompt Replies Feather Prompt:..........A white feather has just appeared on your doorstep. Your friends say that it is an Angel feather and will bring you good luck. What will you do with it? Will you, as your friends suggest, put a charm of some sorts on the quill and ask for a wish? Or do you do nothing, but toss it in your room to satisfy them?
Prompt Reply: Here Innocence Prompt:..........Holey crud! That white feather you found is gone but there's a fricking little person sitting in your room! They seem quite innocent and unaware of their surroundings. The only thing that places them to be "odd" are the pair of mostly white wings on their backs and how they look about 12 years of age... at a foot to a foot and a half tall.
They say something about being a guardian of something. What does this mean, and do you actually give them something to guard over?
Prompt Reply: Part One
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:49 pm
Ahmed's Cluttered Closet ...Its so empty... Familiars Do these even exist yet?
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 2:03 pm
A Walk Along the Beach Feather Prompt:..........A white feather has just appeared on your doorstep. Your friends say that it is an Angel feather and will bring you good luck. What will you do with it? Will you, as your friends suggest, put a charm of some sorts on the quill and ask for a wish? Or do you do nothing, but toss it in your room to satisfy them?.........."Oh, luckyyyy! Look, Bryx, look! It's a pure white feather!" a girl squealed, clapping her hands together. She was my best friend, Aimee, and she always thought that occurrences like these were momentous occasions. I blinked at her, then glanced down at the feather in my hand that I had absentmindedly picked up as we wandered along the beach..........."Shwaa?" I peeped, examining the downy quill in my hand. "No it's not. It's grayish, like every other seagull feather around here," I corrected her. I pulled a length of embroidery thread out of my pocket. It was green, my favorite color. I began twisting it around the base of the feather instinctually. Crafts, especially with objects from nature, were a habit of mine. I was always creating and decorating..........."No, really! Look! It's not mottled or anything, Bryx! And you know what they say about pure white feathers, right Bryx?" Aimee gushed at lightning speed, bouncing around me as I placidly braided the thread..........."Good fer painting?" I joked, kneeling down. I prodded around at a shiny object in the sand. It was a bead, one of many fallen out of the braids of tourists. I found another nearby, and both of them found themselves woven into the strands of my feather's decoration..........."That means it's an ANGEL feather!" Aimee exploded, arms flailing in the air. "And THAT means that you get to make a wish on it, and it will come true!" she gasped for air excitedly, eagerly looking at me. My concentration on the charm was unphased. Aimee was always like this. Her head was up in the clouds, always being drawn into fanciful tales and fantastical theories. I couldn't help but smile ruefully, though. Her over-reaction was always charming, in a spastic sort of way..........."Oh, Ai, you know that's not true. This is just some clean gull-feather that's been washed by the sea. Besides, I don't have anything I want to wish for anyways. I'm just happy to be outside on a nice day like this." I replied, voice calm, low, and complimentary to Aimee's soaring soprano. Another bead, novelly shaped like a leaf, had found it's way onto the feather. Now my fingers worked on braiding my own hair, creating a tightly pleated strand. The end of the strand was wound around the feather's base, where an extra length of thread finally bound the two together securely. Satisfied, I tucked the strand and my new accessory behind my ear..........."Bryx, I swear it, it's true! I even bet tha-" she cried, voice silenced by the ringing of her cellphone. She flicked it open with practiced ease, a text message flying from her fingers at an alarming rate. Soon the phone was tucked away and she swiftlyly continued. "I gotta be going home, Bryx, but that's no ordinary feather! It's never been touched a bird, or the sea, I swear! Look at it, it's too perfect! BYE BRYX, SEE YOU TOMORROW!" Her voice was growing in urgency, but fading in volume, as I watched her jog away from me. I was left alone, smiling despite myself as I waved goodbye to her...........Her suggestion was absurd, but it had filled my head to the swelling point with ungrounded thoughts, just as talking with Aimee always did. I felt myself become a little less sensible whenever I was around her. But my hopes would soon be dashed with logic. I lifted the feather to my nose and inhaled deeply. To my surprise, my nostrils were not assaulted with the offensive, brackish scent of an object worn by salt and sun, nor the animal scent of an object worn by the skin of a bird... But instead, the clean, refreshing scent of a forest after heavy rain. Eyes wide with surprise, I let the feather fall back against my shoulder. Feeling encouraged and alive, I continued my walk along the beach, feeling for the first time that, perhaps, something as nonsensical as a wish was worth making... And, with a nervous smile on my lips and fingers tightly crossed in hope, I turned my face to the sky."I wish that... Maybe, just this once... Aimee's not entirely wrong,"
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 9:42 pm
An Unusual Morning Innocence Prompt:..........Holey crud! That white feather you found is gone but there's a fricking little person sitting in your room! They seem quite innocent and unaware of their surroundings. The only thing that places them to be "odd" are the pair of mostly white wings on their backs and how they look about 12 years of age... at a foot to a foot and a half tall.
They say something about being a guardian of something. What does this mean, and do you actually give them something to guard over??..........I slept soundly the night I found the feather. It was a fairly unusual thing on its own. I never sleep well. I usually shift around for hours, eyes staring widely at the darkness of my roof, feeling trapped and suffocated in the dusty enclosure of my room. But, with the feather still tucked in my hair, I breathed deeply. My whole room was as fresh as the forests I longed for during the day. My head had barely even met the crisp whiteness of my pillow, before I was lost deep in peaceful sleep...........I awoke to a soft whisper in my ear. It was as gentle as the rustle of leaves on the early morning breeze, and I almost mistook it for just that. But there was too much definition to it. Too much... Urgency. I rubbed my eyes, turning my head to the side and searching for the source of the noise. A small boy with vivid green hair smiled at me warmly, with a mischievously guilty twinkle in his eyes. Mind numbed by early morning grogginess, I couldn't quite register the tiny form before me as real... Or altogether unusual, for that matter..........."Oh, Lordy, what time is it?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes. Clean slices of dawn sunlight cut through the darkness of my room from between the slats of my blinds. My alarm clock read 4:35, am. "Four thirty-five!? You've got to be kidding me!" my voice cracked slightly as I stared at the minute boy. His face lit up as a genuine bellow-laugh erupted from his youthful mouth. Two chubby, babyish hands attempted to stifle his laugh, but his pleasure was obvious. It seemed he hadn't meant to annoy me by awakening me... But he seemed to enjoy it none-the-less...........Reality struck me. However, I wasn't freaking out. Being spastic wasn't exactly... "My thing". Instead, with a wide-eyed curiosity, I huddled behind my pillow, peeking out at him. He was no longer just a tiny boy to me. He was a rare bird. An exotic avian oddity. With the same care and hesitation as when I paced the forest watching animals, I examined my new finding...........Shining green strands hung down around and in between his eyes, which still glittered happily at me. They were dark and seemingly endless... I couldn't quite tell their color. They were simply "deep" to me. Beneath his eyes, two neon, almost luminous markings pointed downwards, drawing attention to his dainty, boyish chin. His skin, as warm and tanned as it seemed, was obviously as untouched as a newborn baby's. I was flawless. He was clad simply in an earthy green tunic. But... I was fascinated most with his darling little wings. They sprouted in a lively way from his back, and moved much like a cat's ears. They followed his gaze, twitched as distractions... While he mostly just sat about with his legs outstretched and hands clasped in his lap, it was his wings that expressed the energy he had...........And, of course, I'd noted almost immediately my own workmanship. The string and it's three shining beads were wrapped securely around his tiny ankle. The same knots I'd tied last night were still in place. There was no doubt in my mind that this angel had been within that feather... Somehow, I just knew, absolutely, deep in my chest, that this was that same feather. I also knew that he was adorable. And, above all else, I knew he was fairly clueless about almost everything..........."Waked up now?" he chirped, almost birdlike. I nodded, tempted to roll my eyes. I most certainly was 'waked up'. And about two hours before my used 'waked up' time. "Good. Important to... It's important that you waked up. Wake up," He stumbled through his sentences, corrected himself as he went. His English was rusty, and heavily accented, but it seemed to clear up as he spoke. "Is very important that you listen well! I have come down to Earth so that YOU can help me find something for guarding over! After carefully examining your room and absorbing all of Earthen culture here... I have decided what I am going to be guardian of!"..........My mind swirled with the sudden wash of information. A guardian... angel? It made some sort sense, really. My eyebrows tightened with stress. "Oh?" I said dumbly, suddenly feeling stunned. Another wash of reality was attempting to sink in, and it wasn't quite going down as easily as the first. "And that would be...?".........."Wrenches!" he piped happily..........."Uhh... What?" I spat, blinking rapidly. His tiny face shone at me enthusiastically. "Why on... What? Why wrenches? Those aren't even... Alive! Why do they need guarding?"..........His face fell in disappointment. "But... But I just wanted to become big and strong like these wrench guardians!" he implored, dragging a well-loved copy of "Guy With Big Tools Weekly" out from under my pillow. My face suddenly flushed a deep crimson as I snatched the magazine away from him..........."Y... You can't do that! You really... Trust me! You don't want to be like one of THOSE guardians!" I stammered, shoving the magazine under my bed. Ten minutes into this newfound "parenthood", and already I was corrupted the naive young mind............."R.... Really? Then what... What CAN I be?" he cried hopelessly, large eyes staring up at me desperately. Incredibly flustered by all the morning's antics and surprises, I scooped him up in my hands. I took a deep, shaking breath and let it out slowly. Gathering my nerves, I met his disappointed stare..........."I don't really know yet... But we'll find something good for you, okay?" I assured him, plastering what I imagined was a confident, motherly smile on my face. Sighing inwardly, I wondered what on earth I was going to do next... I was definitely gonna have to call Aimee about this.
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