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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 10:39 am
Pris was wandering again. She did this some nights, more often than she would ever admit, seeking something that she had yet to find. The di'taki female searched the forests, waded through streams, and ventured down the Path of Retrieval (even when the signal fires remained dark) always searching for an egg of her own... but never finding one.
By day this female seemed social with others who lived near her nest. She even fancied some males, preening and sun bathing out in the open for all to see. But some nights she awoke, desperately missing something, and ended up wandering the forests.
Pris had been searching especially long this particular night. She'd found a clearing drenched in moonlight and filled with thick aromatic grasses. She was tired from her wanderings and simply lay down. She couldn't understand why she didn't have any young yet. How did she always manage to miss eggs? How did the males always seem to find young to raise?
She flopped into a laying position, her multi-colored feathers sagging in front of her many eyes while the moonlight brightly lit her green body. As the aromatic smells washed across her, Pris let out a howl into the night. It was a cry of sadness and loneliness laced with desperate hope. The scent of the grass eased her mood and her cry seemed to help her release the emotions as she took a gentle nibble of the vegetation and finally relaxed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 12:00 pm
The air grew chilled, as it sometimes did, around a hazy figure. Surprisingly, it seemed to happen worse when he was thinking too much. Nights were especially good candidates for his rampant musings. It had been nighttime when he died. The light of the moon had been so bright behind his closing eyes. If only he were able to remember more specifics than such a useless thing.
Lowering his head, he skimmed his nose along a cluster of grasses he could no longer properly smell. His senses had been like this for a while now. Without need, his taste, touch, and ability to smell had been fading rapidly. At least he could still hear and see properly. Those were the more necessary things in finding what he was always looking for.
In fact, one sense seemed most necessary this night. Ears shivered as he slowly raised his vision to the canopy. The call that reached his ears was harsh and carrying one of the emotions he still recalled how to feel. Such a pained howl had him wondering, would he find some information here? What torturous things waited in the distance? Certainly they must be useful to him. Amaquin could only... Well, he thought he had forgotten how to hope years ago.
Lifting a paw, the once almost solid form dissipated into a wispy smoke, followed by the rest of his body. He moved on undaunted now, passing through foliage and trees without shaking even the fallen leaves. In time, the ringing in his ears led him to the moonlit clearing. Eyes narrowed, bothered by the light even as he stepped out onto the thicker grasses of this place. He could see nothing but a lone form laid at the other side of the clearing. He stopped, the swirls of his form flicking out at the sudden halt. His body was strangely lit by the moonlight until he willed a bit of solidity back to it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:39 am
Pris stretched and yawned. Whatever type of grass this was, the scent of it was relaxing her and making her sleepy. The eyes nestled against her jaw had already begun to close slightly. At least until the cold washed across the clearing. The evenings were always cool, but nothing like this.
She glanced up, her sagging head feathers fluffed back up with alertness. The moonlight shined brightly off of the patch of white on her head, though her eyes remained shadowed by her natural colors. She saw something bright, a shine, across the clearing and she rose to investigate.
As she neared the mass it slowly took form. Pris stiffened, wary, until the shape was revealed to be a male di'taki. He appeared to be of an impressive build and it made her relax... well except that he was clearly not all there.
"Hello?" Perhaps it was an apparition brought on by her misery and the aromatic vegetation?
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 11:34 am
Eyes flickered, widening for a short time as he began to understand that the form he saw was growing in size now. It was coming closer. The wisps of his form settled, most of them fading into nothingness. Only a bit of fog remained now, pooling at his paws. Momentarily he lowered his head. The moonlight no longer in his eyes, he could see. A female.
What was she doing out here? he wondered. Had she been the source of the cry? Certainly not... Nothing seemed to be wrong. Perhaps it had been a premature judgment, but he was sure there had to have been some situation more desperate than this.
Lips stretching down at the corners, his shoulders and back began to fade from view again. However, before he could think to remove himself further, she was near him. Her voice made his ears quiver and the solidity slowly returned to his body. A long bit of silence followed in which he debated. Pale green eyes skimmed over her face and he finally opened his mouth for her.
"Yes?" It came as a half-question, half-greeting. His voice, mainly unused, was a bit raspy, but still as deep as it had always been.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 12:01 pm
A long silence followed her question. What she thought had been a figure now seemed to be whirling fog, whiteness glowing in the light of the moon. She was sure there had been a shape.. perhaps there still was?
Pris let the silence pull on until she felt, with a deep sigh, that perhaps she really was getting crazy in her despair. Until she heard a deep, rusty voice from the mass. Something about it was mysterious and she couldn't help but look once more, stare carefully as the form took shape once again and seemed almost solid.
The male was there after all! And he spoke! Pris was unsure whether to be afraid or relieved that she was not insane. Her reply revealed the latter, a weary but grateful reply to this apparition.
"You are really there..? I am not crazy am I?" She sniffed the air in his direction. If this was some trick she would sniff it out. "Is it the grasses? They are intoxicating and it is very late at night.. " Her words drifted off as if she were talking to herself (and he WAS just a vision).
Her expression stiffened if only for a moment, "Are you here to haunt me? Am I dreaming? I feel like I should be afraid.. but I am not."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:21 am
Eyes were trained on her as she began to speak. However, as the words tumbled from her maw, he began to understand that she had probably never been in such a situation before now. The almost rambling nature caused his gaze to stray, though he still thought enough to let his ears listen. When the talking ceased, he turned back to her, expression unrevealing.
He dared not touch the subject of her sanity.
"I have other, more important things to do. Haunting a female I have just met is not one." Now and then his voice would crack. As he cleared his throat, it felt like ages worth of dust was sliding down it. Just a memory of a feeling, nothing more.
Pale eyes flickered as he lifted his head for just a moment. "There is no reason to be afraid as long as you do not get in my way." As the words slipped into the air, he had a thought. He had never attempted to harm or even simply touch another Di'taki since passing. Eyes widened at his personal musings, but his expression settled back quickly as he willed the ill thoughts away.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:15 am
"Ah.." Pris's head dipped momentarily, giving away her slight disappointment before she became self conscious. Being alone was one thing, but once she realized that this spirit-male was talking and aware.. well that changed everything.
As depressing as it was to think that even ghosts did not want to bother with her, she lifted her head and shifted her pose ever so slightly. It was something that came with years of practice, shifting one's stance so subtley that she no longer looked so sad and instead looked.. rather pretty. Just a shift of the hips and a tilt of the head.
"Well I wouldn't want to get into your way, dear sir." Her head tilted again, multicolored feathers falling against her darkly banded eyes. "I'm sorry that you had to find me in such a state."
What still boggled her was that she was so completely unafraid. Perhaps the fact that he seemed to have no substance just presented her with no threat. It seemed a shame. He seemed to be a very large and strong male, someone she would definitely give a second look to.
"I won't impede your progress.. But If I may ask.." Her tone of speaking had changed, less depressed and more gentle. "What is it that you are on your way to do?"
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