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 Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:52 pm
 The day had only just started, and Boheme was already trying to get into some trouble. Well, maybe not trying, but it just seemed to happen every now-and-then. More often than she thought it should, that was for sure. "Come on Nriken! You're SO slow!" The sandy haired femme called back as she raced forward in a field of flowers, common this time of year. Behind the wild female followed a light blue male with midnight blue hair and yellow horns, a rather unique blue and black pattern on his haunches and forelegs. No one knew what it was, he thought they looked similar to crab legs and often said his name meant 'one with crab legs on their body'. Of course, he joked everytime as his name had no meaning. Well, one that he knew of anyways, so he always made up new ones depending on the situation and his mood. "I'm not that slow!" He called back, smiling at his friend. They'd known each other for years and had been best friends, often causing mischief and getting into trouble on several occasions.
But now, now that they were older Nriken had sort of leveled out, become a little more laid-back in certain areas as opposed to Boheme, who always had been and probably always will be wild, crazy, reckless, and unpredictable. But she was also very artistic, and he hoped that someday she would be able to become a craftmaker. "I'll catch up to you in no time, you'll see!"
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 6:11 pm
 Wobbling around, a peculiar bearded male scanned the area like every Sentinel should do. It was a quiet day as the sun emitted soft rays for the plants to enjoy. With such a lovely day, how could silly Fitzwilliam stay quiet for long? It was just not possible! Slowly but surely, the drunken fool started to hum before breaking out into a song that seemed to be embedded in him since birth.
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more...
Before he knew it, he became lost in his own singing. His vocals were so obnoxiously loud, any fafner within a mile radius could here his mediocre attempt at singing. But who could blame? It was in his blood after all.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 6:26 pm
The pair laughed together as they ran, the brown female tripping the light blue male when it looked like he would outrun her. "You never learn Nriken!" She shouted with glee as she raced forward, only to stop shortly after as a rather strange sound echoed throughout the area. "What in the world is that?" Boheme asked, looking around as Nriken caught up to her, dirt on his chest.
"I have no idea. It sounds like someone trying to sing, and doing a rather bad job of it." He replied rather nonchallantly. "Perhaps we should go investigate?"
A grin formed on Boheme's maw. "Perhaps they'd like to have some fun?" She asked, looking at her friend before running in where she thought the voice was coming from.
Nriken knew that look, and he also knew that no good could come of it. And judging by the sound of that voice, it was going to get worse, though he had to admit that with Boheme almost every moment was fun-filled. "Boheme!" He shouted, shaking his head and starting into a run in the opposite direction. "It's coming from over here." She was never good with directions...it was a wonder she found her way home everyday.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:05 am
Continuing with his horrendous singing, Fitzwilliam became completely unaware of the footsteps in the distance. It is truly a wonder how this drunken fool could ever have the abilities to become a Sentinel. As he tussled around, a tear drop fell from his face as he finished singing the end of the song.
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more...
Although it may be awful singing to some, no one can deny the fact that the music lives deep within his heart, and nothing in the world can make him ashamed of it.
Feeling slightly woozy after his daily song, Fitzwilliam decided to lie in a luscious field of grass, staring at the clouds above, pondering what he could make out of them. "Mmhmm... a butterfly... two young fafners sparing... a clover..." he mumbled before snoozing off. Of all times to be off guard, he decides to do it while being on duty. Shows what kind of caring Sentinel he is...
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