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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:53 am
 One could almost call it an average day in the deadlands of the city. It was a bright sunny day, hitting the high 70's low 80's depending on if one was walking on the cracked asphalt or the even more destroyed sidewalk in the shade of the rubble that once were buildings. The thing that made the day less than average was the lone kimera walking through the crumpled city. The kimera in question was tall and lean in build with an alternating black and red pattern on her fur/scales with a couple of harlequin diamonds on her limbs. A strange pair of what appeared to be natural tassels, looking much like a jester's cap, bounced on the top of either side of her head. Little white poofballs hung on the end of each tassel adding to the resemblance of a jester. Her face was bright white like the makeup of a clown and she wore a floppy neck collar of the same color and two wrist cuffs.
Harley Quinn walked slowly and deliberately along what used to be a sidewalk. Vibrant blue eyes filled with worry darted back and forth through a black eye mask. She was worried very much because she had lost something very dear to her, well technically two things very dear to her: her "babies." They weren't really babies anymore as Harley thought more about it, but they were her spotted hyena like dogs and they were missing. After a few moments she cupped her foreclaws around her mouth in a futile attempt to amplify her voice as she called out at her surroundings. "Bud! Lou! Mommy's here!" She paused for a moment, but no sound followed. No scuffling of feet, no familiar growling, no barking laughs, nothing from the minions in question. "Babies?" Harley said in a much softer voice. This might not have been as easy as an endeavor as she had originally thought. The raptor continued onwards with her search, determined to find them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:12 pm
 Nearby, perched on a large, jagged piece of rubble, was yet another raptor. This one posessed a chiefly violet hide, which was covered in intricate golden designs that matched the color of his scales. A ruff of gold circled his neck, and the top of his head was covered in silvery white hair. With one elbow on his staff as he leaned forward, Sheogorath reached up and scratched his white chin with a claw. A few silver slivers of fur danced in front of his eyes as he turned his head, scanning the ground below for any trace of his black-and-red hebisune servant. Without a doubt, he would be punishing that Haskill when he finally found him. He didn't have anyone to summon or eat cheese with! What use was a friend that was never there to serve his Lord? Yes, there was always Chupa... But that kat was off today, searching other areas for Haskill.
He hadn't yet made a sound, which was quite out of character for the so-called "Madgod." Usually, such quiet would really get under his skin, and in a way, it still was. He was quite tempted to scream, break something, or a combination of the two. Luckily, however, a voice broke the silence, calling two names that he didn't recognize. Sheogorath gave a low growl, followed by a wide grin. His amber eyes had locked onto a shape down below, with colors a touch similar to those of his servant. However, the voice that cried out from the kimera was female, and closer inspection showed that it was a raptor, and not a hebisune. "Well," he mumbled to himself in a jolly tone, "It's not Haskill, but it'll have to do! I'm getting bored." The raptor cleared his throat and boomed, "Well, lookie here! Ah don't recall seeing your face around here, mortal. Good to meet you! Maybe." After clacking it on his stony perch, Sheogorath popped his staff into his mouth and leapt down to the ground, landing behind Harley with a thud. He made a few steps forward, grinning and chuckling through the wooden staff that he still held in his teeth.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:39 pm
The harlequin kimera was about to call out for her babies once more when she heard a booming voice from above. She stopped her forward trek as her tail stopped swaying. By the time she had decided to let her blue eyes dart around to find the speaker, he was already touching down on the ruined cement behind her. Harley turned around with speed and grace to study what exactly had been calling her. Bright gold and violet with some silvery gray, an interesting color combination like that of a royal or a higher up. Maybe that's why he'd called her a mortal, some sort of an authority figure, nothing she'd want to deal with. What truly caught her attention was the strange wooden staff with the large red stone on its end that he had in his mouth. She guessed it must have been the cause of the weird clacking sound before the thud of him landing. A smile graced her face as Harley wondered how much a staff like that must have cost, but pushed the wonderment away as she focused on replying to the odd raptor before her. "I don't believe I've seen you around either Mistah." She took a slight bow before introducing herself. "Harley Quinn, pleased to meetcha!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:42 am
(( *edits her first post a bit* Oi, you can tell I was half asleep when I posted that. ._.; ))
Sheogorath's grin widened, as he was quite intrigued by this other kimera's strange accent and appearance. It was unique, unlike so many things around here. And, needless to say, he was very pleased with most things which were out of the ordinary. The bow that she gave only sweetened the pot. Only a few people ever really showed him such a respect, despite the position that he believed himself to hold. He flipped his staff into the air, caught it in one of his claws, and resumed leaning on it as he gladly enguaged this 'Harley Quinn' in conversation. "I suppose an introduction is in order. I'm Sheogorath, Prince of Madness. Which is a bit scarce around here, apparently. Ah hate that." His tone lowered to a growl for a moment as he muttered, "It makes me want to skip rope... Oh, well. Haha!" He paused for a moment as he let his eyes dart around, only to find that they landed back on the smiling Harley. "Hm. Anywho, what was all that fuss ye were makin' a minute ago? Have ye lost something? Yer mind, perhaps? Or something more important?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 4:33 pm
((Super sorry about this taking forever. D: *hugs to death* I'll try to be less slow.))
Harley watched the equally strange kimera before her introduce himself. A 'prince of madness?' Well that was certainly an interesting title. She chuckled a bit when he spoke of wanting to jump rope in frustration. Her red and black tail flicked for a moment as she thought about the question at hand. "The joke's on you, I lost my mind a long time ago," she grinned and giggled a little to herself. Her blue eyes suddenly turned quite serious and sad as she remembered what she was looking for. Her gaze lowered to the ground as she continued. "But I have lost something important, my babies." Her little tassles drooped as she thought about Bud and Lou. Harley lifted her gaze back to Sheogorath before continuing. "They are two spotted hyena-dogs about this high," she said while raising her hands to their approximate height, "wearing red collars. They're named Bud and Lou but they'll always be my little babies." A smile crossed her face once more as she recounted her story. "We had to split when the coppers came after us during a little heist, they didn't get the joke because I didn't get a chance to deliver the punchline properly. Babies went one way and I went the other and I've been the poor crazy clown girl missing them ever since." A thought occurred to her as she stood there after her story was complete. "What brings you here Mistah S?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:27 am
(( Trust me, I know how you feel. In fact, I should be the one apologising! D8 Life gets so busy... *returns the hug* So sorry!! ))
Sheogorath's toothy smile flickered on and off throughout Harley's explanation, not always at the appropriate moments. When she finished, he was tickled to hear this new nickname... "Mistah S?" he thought, laughing within and without, "I rather like that one!"
"Actually, me situation is rather similar to your own! Haskill... An old friend of mine, I 'spose ye could say, seems to have wandered off somewhere. Who will get me cheese now? It's so upsettin'... He's a hebisune, mostly black, with some red! Sort o' like you, except... Eh... More Haskill-like! Seems like we're in the same boat here, lass. What to do now, hm? 'Fraid I haven't seen yer babies around here, though. Have you seen Haskill?" He stroked his beard-like marking thoughtfully as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Standing still even seemed to be a chore at the moment!
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