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 Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:04 pm
x x x x x █║ WHO: Jezabroux, Luka & Zul
x x x x x █║ WHAT: Even amidst the costumes, the Raevans are hard to miss!
x x x x x █║ WHEN: Afternoon on a weekend
x x x x x █║ WHERE: Gambino Renaissance Faire
x x x x x █║ WEATHER: The comfort of autumn is coming; cool, but not chilly.
Mutually nullified.
He would never, ever tire of humans and their festivals. Ever.
Their penchant for needed excuses to dress up bore fascinating means to act funny, speak funny and have a festival heralding a time that not a single person present could have possibly known well enough to replicate. The Sigel was entirely certain that the 'old times' in a land far off from Gaia did not contain leather key-chains, or bookmarks pressed with jaunty phrases that were not proper even for that period in time. Even so, Zul found he could easily appreciate the other, more poignant aspects of the faire other than the women with their tightly laced bodices and the men with their obscene codpieces: the weaponry, the wares and the food. Now that he had a stomach of which to digest food with, he'd had no end of curiosity and interest in sampling all he could. The promise of smoked quail and leg of turkey would certainly be sampled before the day was done.
Even in the world of make-believe, Zul still stood out. Now only missing a form from the hips down, he still drew attention. Some of the faire-goers expressed awe at his 'costume,' greeting him in their merry tongue with approval; yet others were not so impressed, finding his dual-colored hair and glowing garments to be far too out of character for the time period. The latter, he was rather intent to politely ignore, greeting each that hailed him with quips that soon took on the lingo appropriately. It wasn't that he felt a need to fit in, but it was just so fun to say things like 'Good marrow!' and 'hither.' Such an archaic language, but it felt so good on his tongue, who was he to refuse the prospect of using his silver-lined words? In this celebration of what was, lined in wooden stalls amongst a dusty flooring that was as natural as the land the faire was erected on, the air full of laughter, jeers and jousting, smoke from naturally burning stoves, smithies and natural perfumes, Zul felt a strange sense of belonging.
Pausing by one of the jewelry stands with a smithy at its back, the Sigel drew his fingertips over an iron piece that was intended to cover the finger from second knuckle to tip. He was certain such things didn't actually have a place in their surroundings, but in their modern twist of what was, he found it apropos. "Well met sire," a sweet, feminine voice reached his pointed ears, prompting his violently blue eyes to lift over the young woman's form to her stunning warm-clay eyes, "might we interest you in yon adornment?"
Zul hardly thought as his lips curved in a crooked smile, eyes lidding. "Mayhap, but be it wise to try and interest a horny demon?" Cocking his head to the side, he had presence of mind enough to lift his fingers and indicate his tri-horned head, earning a gale of laughter and a delightful blush from the woman. The way she laughed made her lashes lower, her bosom on display covered by one of her dainty hands as she tried to stem her mirth.
Oh yes. Zul loved these human festivals.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:42 am
Luka was excited. No, he was beyond excited; he was ecstatic. He had been bothering his guardian about attending Gaia’s annual Renaissance fair for weeks, and today, his guardian had surprised him with two admission tickets during breakfast.
And now, the pair were in the thick of it all. There was a new sight to see with each step with bright and colorful stalls littering the path, each carrying an assortment of trinkets from dragon claw necklaces to ‘Wizard Drink’ and even pixie dust. Not to mention, each stall was attended by one of the fair’s volunteers. Men and women alike, dressed up in the fashion of a bygone era while speaking in the old tongue.
To Luka, it was all too exciting. This newness, the inexplicably bizarre clothing and speech interested him. It was almost as if he were back at the Lab on the day he had met his guardian for the first time. He couldn’t make heads or ribbons of their fashion choices.
”This way Elai,” Luka chided, tugging on his guardian’s sleeve to get the his guardian to walk faster. Every second spent walking slowly was a second wasted, and there was so much to see here in such a short amount of time. ”At this rate, we will see nothing before we have to leave.” His attention was jumping from one thing to the next. He paused, his tawny eyes fixed on a man dressed in a scruffy manner who was going around loudly talking to various groups of people.
The man, as if to catch Luka’s gaze immediately made his way over. “Well met! Prithee tell what you be staring at lad! Ye be quite the looker.” The man responded, eyeing Luka’s even more peculiar appearance. The lack of legs, and presence of horns and wings… it was certainly not normal even in terms of Renaissance standards. “Aroint, ye not be the first of thine kind we see today. The larger one be yonder at the smithy. Well, fare-thee-well strange! Anon!”
“Did you hear that Luka?” Jezabroux asked, a smile on his face. “There is another Raevan here. Shall we try to find them? Maybe it will be Lucia.” The acupuncturist said, recalling the kitten sigel they had met at the insectarium many months ago.
”Ay!” The boy responded, saying the older version of yes that he had heard being repeated so many times in the fair. It was one that was met with a gentle laughter from his guardian. He pulled on his guardian’s arm all the tighter, intent on finding this so called smithy. Yes, he wanted to meet this other Raevan. It’d been so long since he’d seen one of his kind. Would it be someone he had already met like Prajna? Or would be someone new entirely? Excitement surging through his body, the Satyr’s let off a soft glow as his ribbon coiled tighter with anticipation.
Making his way through the growing crowd, Luka eventually led his guardian to a small branched path. The fork was significantly less crowded, and the Satyr spotted this other mystery Raevan almost immediately. The man from earlier was right. This Raevan was definitely larger; he was a sigel, like Lucia. The Frei stood there for a good few minutes, taking in Zul's appearance. This was no Raevan he had met before. Every feature was new to him, from those large majestic curving horns to those boney wings. So different from himself in appearance, and yet, so similar. It was strange finally seeing another horned Raevan and one with white hair as him no less! Letting go of his guardian's hand, the Frei tentatively floated towards Zul. What would he say? How should he greet this stranger?
Soon, he was standing behind the Baphomet only inches away. He could make out the other's features more clearly, and it was slowly intimidating him. Taking a deep breath, he gave Zul a tap on the shoulder. He had to say something, but words were beyond him at this point.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:20 pm
His business with the buxom woman was concluded with a few more flirty turnabout of words and devious smiles. Zul made a mental note to look into business that catered to such a thing, offering another mega-watt smile to the blushing young woman as he again promised to return soon for his recent purchase. Having no where to carry his belongings was a bit of a pain in his non-existent a**, but luckily he could use his charm to sway others to help him in this instance.
The Sigel was aware there was someone behind him, though he didn't hear anything or otherwise have any indication that would have alerted him. It was an inner feeling, a strange sort of...ethereal feeling that glided over his skin and prickled against his scalp: magic. Not unlike the feeling he endured around Melisande, he had a single, brief flicker of hope before dousing it in the same breath. He knew well the Muse would never approach him if she saw him: the look on her face when she saw him end the life force of another Raevan was one that would not soon leave him. Mulling, he remained in place until he felt the soft flutter of fingertips against his bare shoulder, prompting him to turn slowly to regard his company.
Though he had felt the soft trickle of magic, he had not anticipated seeing another Raevan - a Frei, and one he'd never met at that! Zul found himself looking into a distorted reflection of himself: pale of skin where he was sun-kissed, similarly pale locks and horned crowns. Where he himself was larger and less inclined to be dressed, the Frei was decently covered, his ripped-fabric attire both intricate and minimalistic in its simplicity. The young male's wings fascinated him, almost as much as the sun-drop eyes held his intrigue. The fact that he'd had an inkling of the Muse in this one's presence also made him somewhat more receptive. "My my," he murmured, the smoke curling in his tone warmly, "aren't you a dapper lad." It was the first time any Raevan other than Rivener had seen him since he'd grown: now that he was the elder in this situation, he wasn't sure if he was pleased with his progress or if he should stand as an example of how not to get where he was.
Extending his fingers with familiarity, he lightly drew one of the long front locks of hair over the bared digits, warming his skin so as not to turn the Frei away from him. A side effect of his growth had included chilled skin, something he didn't mind except when in the company of those who responded more favorably to warmth. Curving his lips into a smile that only served to highlight his demonic features, he withdrew his hand and pressed his fingers over his chest, bowing his head. "I am Zul. To whom might I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 11:52 am
What Luka saw when the sigel turned around was certainly not what he had been picturing in his head. From Zul’s large skeletal wings with their thin membrane and the spikes running down the male’s spine, he had been expecting to see something so much more sinister, chilling and dark. Something that would haunt him for days to come. And yet, what he saw instead was like a reflection of what could be his future self with a few major variations. Ones that the Satyr quite liked.
For one, the Sigel was a healthy tan in comparison to his pale almost pallid skin tone. And Zul also had more colors than him, whereas Luka’s predominant colors were white and a warm orange-brown, Zul was littered with bright blues, oranges and golds. Bright aqua orbs and accents in his collar, gauntlets and waist guard that made them pop. Not to mention, that hair. This older version of himself was so much more impressive in appearance, and the Frei felt a smidgeon of jealousy flare up inside. Unable to help himself and brimming with curiosity, Luka reach out with a tentative hand to touch Zul. To say he was mesmerized by the Baphomet’s appearance would have been a gross understatement. He couldn’t catch enough of the older male’s features.
With a careful hand, he lightly traced the tips of his fingers against the ridges of Zul’s horns before touch the snowy white fur peeping out from under the male’s collar. It was all very exciting.
When he heard Zul speak, Luka looked up with warm summer orbs and gave the older Raevan a charming smile at the compliment. His vocabulary might still be a bit limited, but he knew a compliment when he heard one. ”Dapper lad…” Luka repeated, not quite understanding what it meant but liking the sound of it all the same. His topaz eyes followed Zul’s hand, watching as the older Raevan played with his hair. He wasn’t a fan of having people touch his hair, but for some reason, it only seemed right to let Zul touch it considering he had touched Zul without permission earlier. When the Sigel introduced himself, Luka did likewise recalling his manners. He bowed his head ever so slightly for Zul before introducing himself. ”Luka, a pleasure to meet you Zul.”
Standing straighter, Luka stretched out his wings in mild irritation before continuing to stare at the Baphomet curiously. It was weird. He couldn’t quite understanding what exactly it was he was feeling, but he almost felt a strange kinship to the male. It was a pull slightly stronger than what he felt with most other Raevans like Prajna or Anya. But, it was faint enough that Luka could have easily overlooked it had he not caught sight of the Sigel. This was… a feeling that resides in the core. ”I’ve never seen you. Why do you look almost like me but different?” Luka asked, cocking his head lightly to gesture to his own horns and hair. ”What are you Zul?” He asked, honeyed orbs looking up into Zul’s cyan pools expectantly.
Certainly, the older one would have an answer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:15 pm
He was pleased with the younger Raevan's inquisitive nature, not at all bothered by his curious touch. Zul tilted his head and bowed it some so that the Frei might have an easier time of what he was reaching for, finding the innocent exploration almost...nice. The Sigel was approached in two ways, generally: as a protector, or as a predator, someone to be avoided. The Satyr's fearlessness to touch him where others had balked would have been deeply comforting if not for the fact they were in public and he didn't know anything about the other, not even as much as his name.
And then he was introduced, and Zul couldn't help but smile at the timing of it. "And so well spoken. How old are you, Luka?" Despite the simple name, the demon still spoke it with his own strange brand of accent, drawing out the 'u' and shortening the end so it was more like 'Loo-kuh.' "My woman and I worked in the Lab for a time but I never had the pleasure of seeing you to your human. I'd remember."
The earnest manner in which the Frei regarded him while asking such a brazen question stilled him for a moment. Had any ever asked what he was? Zul realized that no, most of the Raevans assumed and while they were right, there was some sort of pleasure to be derived from the act of saying it out loud. "I am a demon, my dear Luka, born of fire and ice." It almost sounded romantic, if it wasn't so terrifying to most people. Another check against his ego. "And what of you?" Tilting his head to the side, he indicated the Satyr's wings as if in askance to see them closer -- the stretching had again gathered his interested in the webbed, feathered appendages. "You have horns like me but you look softer and have a sweetness about you. You remind me of another Raevan," he added, recalling Melisande again, "in that you have an ethereal presence. It makes me feel warm."
Floating just a little to the side to get a better look at both the Frei and his fantastic wings, he was attentive and remained close to Luka. If the younger male didn't mind the proximity, he'd just as soon stay in it, both because he had a protective streak a mile wide and because he had meant it when he said the Satyr made him feel warm. For a creature that didn't feel much at all in the way of temperature, he found the youthful being to be most interesting.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 2:41 pm
"Old." The Satyr replied simply, recalling the party his guardian had thrown for him on his first birthday. That had been a few months back, and yet, it seemed as if his next birthday wasn't too far off already. "Luka only see Anastacia and Zeke at the Lab, and Elai." His guardian being added in as an after thought. Luka couldn't help but snicker as he responded to Zul's comment. "Luka would remember Zul too. Zul look like Luka future reflection." Yes, he wouldn't mind growing up to look like Zul. Though, he had the feeling his guardian wouldn't allow him to go around in public dressed like Zul. Or, would it be more accurate to say undressed like Zul? Snickering to himself, he turned his attention back to the other Raevan.
"What is demon?" He asked, clearly unfazed by the Sigel's answer. Perhaps he should've been feeling awe or fear or maybe even a combination of the two, but the boy of light could only stare at the Baphomet blankly. "Demon is something hot and cold? Zul is hot and cold?" He asked, familiar with the words fire and ice. He pressed his fingertips against Zul's chest, and he was met with the same warmth that his own guardian had. Zul was significantly warmer, but it wasn't an uncomfortable kind. If anything, it reminded him of the heat on a sunny day. He trailed his fingers downwards, before stopping at the tip of the phallic figure in Zul's belt. There was only warmth from the other male. "Where is Zul's ice?" As the conversation shifted back to him, Luka gave the older Raevan an obliging smile. "Elai says Luka is born of sunshine and satyr." Hopefully Zul knew what a satyr was because the Frei could only describe it as goat-man.
Catching Zul's eyes following his wings, he spread them out once more for the Baphomet. "What is e-ther-real?" The Frei asked, trying his best to repeat the word that sounded so nice when Zul had said it only seconds before. Speaking of which, why was it that Zul used so many words he was unfamiliar with? "And who does Luka remind you? Is there other that Luka looks like, that is not Zul?" He asked, voice dripping with curiosity. More like him? "Zul can show Luka of his reminding Raevan?"
He turned slightly to accommodate the older's effort to see his wings better. "Zul can touch, Luka doesn't mind." The downy feathers at the base of his wings ruffling slightly. Although he didn't following conventional rules of personal space, he was still aware that others did. "Luka does not mind touching. Touching is learning, knowing." Nodding in agreement to his own words, he finally stopped and let his amber eyes scan the area. "Zul where is family? Where is Zul's woman?" He corrected, recalling the manner in which Zul had mentioned a woman, presumably his guardian.
Actually, speaking of guardians, where was his own?
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