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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 8:25 pm
For now, this is a private RP between Naita's Ptol and Dudley and my Requiem. Much of the action already took place via an AIM RP session (which I shall include in my next post)
So on with the action!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 8:41 pm
Having spent quite a bit of time outside recently, Requiem decided to go into the Feli House and visit an old acquaintance of hers, the couch. She lightly slipped through the Feli flap and seemingly glided across the floor til she arrived in front of the couch. Leaping up onto it, regardless of whether anything was on top of it, she lightly landed onto a cushion. Once settled, the pale seraphim looked around, her eyes scanning the area to see if anything or anyone was about.
Still rather tired from cavorting about the forest, Ptol lay curled before the fireplace, a light blaze licking at the wood in the grate. To his side lay a smaller, more alert young feli, his features displaying his feelings of unease at being in a completely new environment. Counteracting this effect slightly, however, was the conversation passing between the pair, their mysterious origins giving them a topic on which neither tired.
Requiem's icey blue eyes spied two Felis in front of the fireplace. The fire seemed to dance about in her eyes as the light of the flames reflected off of them. Looking even closer at the couple, the silent Feli noticed that it wasn't just any two Felis, it was Ptol and the male twin Feli that was found in the forest.
I know Ptol makes for pleasant company... she thought to herself as she abandoned her position on the couch and landed back on the floor. She then trotted over to the fireplace, her dusty blue paws hardly making a noise as she moved closer.
*Starburst staggered in, unsteady on his feet and waivering sideways. Twigs and leaves were tangled into his knotted fur, and his headband hung lopsided on his head. He turned his bleary eyes around the room, making sure the coast was clear. He felt so ashamed, more ashamed now than ever before. In the face of pressure he'd fled. He had a plan and a story, but he didn't want to go through it. He just wanted to sleep. The coast was not clear. Requiem, Ptol, and a stranger were all near the fireplace. He didn't want to see them, he didn't want to lie. He slung himself low to the ground and headed for his little place in the corner. All he wanted was sleep*
Unaware of the approaching femme, Ptol continued his current speech about the wonders of the Nile in the rainy season, his delight in the floods, and his surprise that there was not such an event in these parts.
He spoke without reserve to most, but to his family and this newcomer, he had no bones explaining his memories before he came to this place.
Blessed with more natural suspicion that his companion, Dudley eyed Requiem as she approached, recognising her face but as yet not knowing her name. At any length, she was of the same magical nature of two of his housemates, which may hold good or bad.
Requiem's ears picked up the soft words that the sandy colored seraphim spoke. Whatever place he was talking about sounded unique, and strangely wonderful to her. Turning to the wild Feli, she nodded to him in greeting. She had not yet found out his name. Perhaps Ptol would introduce her?
Circling around so she didn't get too close to either male, she stopped somewhere in front of the two and sat her haunches down gently, smiling to both.
*much to Star's chagrin, his legs surrendered on him. He lurched forward, and then his balance gave way and he tumbled to the side collapsing right onto Requiem, in a momentary flashback to his first night (although he found himself a much more world-weary Feli now). He gave her a wide-eyed appologetic gaze and backed off quickly* Sorry, sorry... *he was hoping to get away with his disappearance from the traveling party altogether*
Eyes raising to meet the pale seraphim, Ptol extended a smile to the familiar femme.
"Good day Requiem, are you well today?" Eyes then reaching the wild male perched anxiously beside him, the Egyptian smiled warmly, nodding each to the other.
"Dudley, Requiem. Requiem, Dudley."
Making note to smile politely at the femme, Dudley then turned his attention to the new entrant, eyes flicking over the haggard form, besmirched by various woodland refuge.
Closing her deeply shaded lids and concentrating, she hoped she could project her voice into Ptol's ears through his heart, like how Cerridwen had taught her. Within her mind, she used the simple word Yes... then opening her eyes at a sudden collision. The silent one fell over to the ground, with a familiar Feli on top of her. Miscellaneous debri within his fur, now lightly falling and landing on her own clean white fur.
Awkward... she thought to herself, her pale cheeks brightening a bit. Looking up from her new position on the floor, her eyes upon the newly introduced Dudley, she smiled sheepishly.
With a quirked brow, Ptol's eyes flickered open, past the clumsy new entrant, past Requiem, searching for this new source of a voice, similar to that that had led them to Dudley.
Odd, who would be saying yes to him? Casting the matter aside, the Egyptian rose from his haunches, offering a paw to the pair heaped on the floor.
Dudley, meanwhile, simply stared with some anxiety at the heap upon the floor, fearful he, too, would be attacked.
Though she was simply on the floor, the pale seraphim could hear Ptol's internal whispers of confusion. She smiled at Ptol's offer of help and debated internally. Should I try again? As she reached one of her clothed legs forward, she once more hid her eyes behind her lids, and she used her heart express her most sincere gratitude. Thank you... She opened her eyes once more, gazing into his green eyes, hoping the message had gotten through to his ears as well as they had the first time.
Eyes widening as the soft whisper penetrated his mind, Ptol quirked a brow at the femme, unsure as to whether it was she that was the cause of it. She had never spoken before, nor had she appeared to speak now. But the magic of a seraphim was strong, as well he knew, and anything was, indeed, possible.
"Uh, Requiem, that you?" the bemused Egyptian queried.
She smiled at his response, though she was not certain whether it was solely his mind saying it or his voice. In either case, Requiem nodded at the other seraphim, knowing her abilities were not actually that strong yet and not wanting to strain them. The pale Feli's cheeks flushed faintly as she turned back to Dudley, wondering what he made of all this. Once again, she made a simple offer of a smile to the wild Feli.
Somewhat more baffled by this response, the seraphim plopped back to a seated position, head reeling. How had she talked?
There really should be a manual for their powers, or the seraphim would never know what was going on.
Lying still before the radiating warmth of the flickering fire, Dudley returned Requiem's smile quickly, before turning to Ptol, brow raised in silent question.
Turning back to Ptol once more, the pale and silent one bit her lip in an attempt to hide her current amusement. The look on his face is priceless she mused to herself. Once finally back upon her feet, she padded about two feet away and ruffled her fur a bit, causing the debri to scatter about and off of her fur. Once contented with her fur, she padded back to the group and took a seat where she had sat before. She turned to the fire for a moment, eyes upon the gentle flames as they danced about.
Ptol, despite all his intelligence and general good sense, was still stunned that Requiem had found her voice, and mused on this for a good while before a worrying thought occurred to him. If she could project the workings of her own mind, could she overhear his.
Deciding to put this theory to the test, the Egyptian cast his emerald gaze on the pale femme, mind concentrating on one solitary thought- 'can you hear this?'
He knew not what to expect, but an answer he did want.
As hard as she attempted to not listen to the thoughts of Ptol, his concentration made it a bit difficult to not hear the question. Requiem turned to the Egyptian and flattened her ears a bit.
If he calls out to me like so, of course I can hear him... regardless of how much I do not want to...
However, she could not just leave him without an answer. Lowering her lids once more, she had her heart speak out once more. If you call out to me like so, then I can hear you, regardless of my desires.
Hoping that her intent was understood, she opened her eyes and softly looked over to th Egyptian once more.
Eyes still intently trained on Requiem's pale face, Ptol nodded, features softened from the concentration evident a moment before. So, she would not listen to all, but would listen to that which was intended for her hearing? Such was the answer he would hope for.
With a quick grin, the seraphim nodded once more. "Pretty nifty trick you found there, Requiem."
A soft smile spread across her face as her cheeks flushed a soft pink, similar to a springtime flower. She shook her head though at the mention of her new ability being a "nifty trick." She felt it was more of a responsibility than a trick. Only use it with those you trust, only use it when necessary...
She turned to Dudley once more, and smiled once more. Did he realize she could not talk? Or was he more confused about the current events? Too confused to guess her disability?
Grin widening, Ptol followed her gaze to the wild male, who whilst they had been 'conversing' had located a toy of some sort, seemingly left behind by one of the kits in their more playful times. It was both plush and squeaky, and each time the toy let rip with a soft squeak, the wild male jumped away as if bitten.
...Or perhaps he is oblivious to the whole thing...? she thought as her eyes caught upon what had been happening while they were sorting out the details of her new ability. She giggled internally as she watched Dudley's quirky actions with the toy. A smile perked upon her face as her cheeks once again cooled into the pale color they normally were. Just like a kit...
Dudley, unbeknownst to many but himself, was only a few days old, and his mind was oddly formed, a mixture of childhood curiosity and adult wariness.
With such a mixture of emotions and thoughts, the wild feli was of such a nature as to spring towards an opportunity immediately before fleeing in fear.
Requiem watched the wild Feli with calm eyes and mind. Did she ever play in such manners as a kit... or was she always too busy hiding and being shy to enjoy such activities.
The pale seraphim looked from Ptol to Dudley, debating whether she should remain sitting, or attempt to join in with the male twin.
Smiling eyes watching over his new friend as he investigated the toy, Ptol chuckled, glad to see the other taking an interest in the house and it's contents. With a quick chuckle and a glance at Requiem to see her eyes tilted likewise, the Egyptian rose to locate something he thought the wild male might find intriguing.
As she continued to look back and forth, her mind as indecisive as ever, her glassy eyes noted that that the other seraphim had risen from his comfortable spot on the floor. Her eyes stopped upon Ptol once more, a glint of curiousity tainting her delicate features. What is he doing? she asked silently in her own mind, continuing to watch from her spot on the floor.
Disappearing silently behind the couch, Ptol began searching for the small green ball Bolha had once shown him, a great favourite of the gentle elder in both his infancy and later days. Perhaps this toy would please the nervous Dudley?
Reappearing as quietly as he had slipped from sight, the seraphim dropped the toy at the wild one's paws, to which Dudley grinned, picking up the sphere and tossing about playfully.
Requiem smiled once more, enjoying everything that happened around her. It was almost like Ptol was treating Dudley like a younger brother, with much care. The thought of siblings however reminded her of her own. Why couldn't Manx² be a little more... well... normal...? Her brow lowered as she thought of the interesting ways her sister had attempted to show her affection. However, she shook her head a bit to shake off the new thoughts popping into her head. Once again, with a calm mind, she continued to watch the Wild Feli, not sure if she could really find much amusement with a ball. However, she grew tired of sitting up. She lowered her body so she had her form laying upon the floor.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 8:47 pm
Pleased with Dudley's reaction to the plaything, Ptol returned to his seat near the fire, eyes fixed upon the wild one's happy gnawing of the sphere.
He enjoyed helping the other adjust to their humble home, having had to do so himself, not too long ago. Had it not been for those that took him into their family, he might never have understood this place.
Dudley, free of such thoughts for the moment, simply flipped on his back, hurling the ball into the air a few times, amusing himself generally. It really was surprising how much fun a tiny object could provide.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 9:02 pm
Though she also enjoyed watching the wild feli amuse himself, she could not help but feel a bit bored. Perhaps it was because no conversation was going on. With her sister constantly being by her side while she was young, she had grown a bit used to the constant chatter that happened within the Feli House. However today was rather quiet, except for the occasional sound of enjoyment that Dudley made.
Turning once more to the foreign Feli, she thought to herself ...perhaps to start a conversation...
Her black lids lowering once more, she concentrated on sending the message to Ptol's ears. Where do you come from Ptol? Can you tell me what your homeland is like?
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 9:10 pm
Gaze turning to meet Requiem's pale features as the soft whisper entered his mind, a slow smile snaked over the sand coloured feli's maw, and his mind wandered to his childhood, his memories.
"I think much may have changed in the sands of time, but my memories of my home are that of a bustling, thriving empire. Though much was desert, the great river would exceed it's banks each year, and in the dampness of the following time we would play in the moisture that lay away from the planting areas, the children and the felines.
We were revered, you know. Almost gods within the households, and I remember many felines in my own, each of us named for the pharoahs, or the gods. 'The divine kings' our younger humans would call us, as they laughed and played. Divine kings."
Having said this much, the seraphim turned his eyes away, emotion filling him. He had not remembered his former family much of late, but he missed them greatly at times.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 9:32 pm
The pale seraphim opened her eyes and set them upon the Egyptian's face as he began to talk. Requiem's eyes remained upon Ptol's face as he spoke about the place he was from. She was truly interested, for she never really had the opportunity until recently to ask any questions of her own before.
She had never been to the desert before, nor many places beyond where her owner lived and the Feli House. It intrigued her beyond even her own belief as the mention of felines, gods, and divine kings was brought up. It was difficult for her to believe that felines were considered gods.
When Ptol paused and turned away, Requiem tilted her head curiously. Had she brought up a taboo subject? In hopes that she did not create great pains for the other seraphim, she once more closed her eyes and sent a message to his heart. Are you alright?
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 2:22 pm
Smile returning to the Egyptian's face like an old mask, Ptol raised his face once more, eyes no longer shining with emotion. Seems Venezia's not the only one who could create an ilusion of good humour.
"Yes, yes my friend, I am alright." so saying, he turned once more to watch the wild feli, now in the midst of stalking his new treasure about the furniture.
It seemed the seraphim could no longer speak of his past freely for the moment, emotion tugging at him too strongly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 4:34 pm
Opening her eyes and looking to the other seraphim, Requiem was not entirely convinced that Ptol was "alright," but she nodded and continued to look in the sand colored Feli's direction.
Still not quite used to the idea of the Feli House being so quiet, she turned to the plush that Dudley had been playing with before. It was a creamy fleece material, and seemed to be shaped like a mouse. The pale Feli stretched out her forelegs, her back, and her wings all at once and re-examined the plush once more. Her brow quirked a bit, but she rose to her paws and retrieved the plush. She trotted back to her spot in front of the fireplace and proceeded to examine the toy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 2:27 pm
Smile increasing in warmth as Requiem examined this toy, the sandy feli yawned deeply, eyes drawn to the dancing flames once more.
"What of you, my friend, have you any past you can recall?" saying this, the seraphim lifted his eyes to her, genuinely intrigued as to whether she, too, lay in the shadows of the past.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 2:42 pm
The plush firmly between her paws, she looked up to Ptol, thinking about how to answer the question. Unlike Cerridwen, I do not remember anything from when I was in the bundle. Nor do I really have an exciting past... Her maw seemed to pucker as no easy answer came to her mind.
However, she did have a past, though a relatively recent one. Lowering her lids and concentrating on her choice of words, the story flowed to the Egyptian's heart and ears. I do not remember anything so wonderful sounding, nor as exotic. All I remember is from after I emerged from my bundle. I remember as a Kit, I had to adjust to not being able to speak, but most everything I did was either in the Feli House, or some other place with my sister. Back then, the world was so large, and the Feli House almost seemed like world of its own. However, I grew up, and the world almost seemed to shrink a bit. It was like the world was no longer as intimidating as when I was a Kit. Her lids rose yet again, and she focused her light colored eyes on the sandy Feli, offering a smile and hoping her answer was sufficient.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 2:56 pm
This house an intimidating place? Hearing this, Ptol almost wished he could have spent his childhood here, it should have been an enjoyable experience.
"The house is a world of it's own, the souls that inhabit it create their world around it," the seraphim spoke softly, carefully, "...you, and I, and Dudley over there are all part of this. This is our home now, our world."
He had often thought on this subject alone while gazing into the fire, the magic that seemed to lace this place, the great number of felines that did now, or had once, lived there each leaving their own trace on it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 3:05 pm
A small smile spread upon the mute Feli's maw. Ptol's words seemed to her like that a wiseman would say in his teachings. She nodded lightly at the last statement and repeated internally yes... it is our home...
Pressing her paws lightly together, the plush toy squeaked, interupting the moment with its cheerful cry. Requiem looked back down at the plush and faintly blushed on her cheeks. She felt a bit silly for wanting to inspect and play with the toy, yet she did not want to abandon it. The pale seraphim loosened her hold on the object, watching it as the air slowly filled the toy again til it could take no more. Her amusement was quite apparent by the small smile that insisted upon remaining on her face.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 3:20 pm
Restraining the bubble of laughter solicited by the squeaking toy, Ptol nodded idly, a habit more than an act of consequence.
"Did you never play with such toys as a child, Requiem?"
ooc| Sorry so short, trying to disentangle a cat from the chair xD
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 3:29 pm
((Sounds fun xd ))
The paler of the two seraphims looked up to the other and shook her head from side to side. Her ears flattened a bit in embarassment, and her fair fur on her face remained a bit rosey.
She looked back to the creamy fleeced toy and would have giggled in a nervous manner if her throat had allowed it, but no sound exited her body. I guess it does seem a bit childish to be interested in such things? she attempted to convince herself, and only halfway managed to do. She looked to Ptol once more rather quickly and wondered what he thought about the whole situation.
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