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Quicksilver the Archangel
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 Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 8:05 pm
 Genivieve's antennae curled over her head as she sniffed the strange looking mushroom she had found. She had grown accustomed to the Mountain flora, those blue flowers and tough grasses that could handle the harsh conditions and rocky soil. Now in a different part of the Realm, a forest flowing with various kinds of life, her robust nature led her to explore her surroundings and the plants that inhabited it.
"What do you think? Poisonous or safe to eat?"
And, of course, her question was directed to her mate, for the pastel pixie wouldn't dream of going off into an unexplored place without her brown companion. Afterall, who knew what trouble he could get into on his own!
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:31 pm
 Malzieu's head popped up, himself also sniffing about at the new plant life. The pollen from many of the plants had proved tasty: either sweet, sour, or special in its own way. He had become more contented with the area once they determined this -- it being their primary source of food and all. But, ah, there were still so many things to try! Fluttering over in a tick, he took to inspecting Genivieve's discovery.
"I'm not sure, Geni. I perhaps have seen one or two of them on the Mountain, but certainly not this size at all." He pawed at the fluffy fungus, tentatively putting weight on its cap, perhaps emboldened by the amount of benign plants they had come across (or perhaps just being Mal).
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:06 pm
"MALZIEU, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!"
Genivieve immediatly punched her mate's paw aside, her wings flapping furiously in a blurr of violet as she took on a lecturing tone. "We decided, didn't we? No touching any of the plants until we were sure that it was safe!"
She licked at his bangs affectionately before pawing off in another direction, her tails twitching as she looked for another new thing to explore.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:50 pm
The heart-dotted pixie sighed, watching Geni saunter away in one of her huffs. He knew that he was the only one to get her special brand of anger -- one tempered with love. Still, in all of her wonders, Mal considered that she could... occasionally... over react. And this was such a very large, squishy mushroom.
Setting all four paws upon the white surface, he landed. The cap was round, but not so much that it took a great deal of balance, and held his weight well. A quick hop revealed how well. Quite springy, actually! The way it wobbled just slightly with every jump added a fun challenge that added up to Malzieu finding the whole experience very entertaining.
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 11:14 pm
Genivieve paused in her movements, tilting her head even as her nose twitched in thought. Something felt off... something felt... different. Not correct
It took her a few moments to realize that the missing element was the presence of her mate, and a quick glance behind her let her see why. Her green eyes narrowed as she watched the bouncing brown pixie. He was still playing with that mushroom? After she had told him to come with her? After they had BOTH decided not to touch any of the flora until they knew it was safe?
Her antennae curled closer to her head, and despite the worry and anger that immediatly bubbled up, she had to admit... the look on Malzieu's face, and the carefree manner of play he presented made her objections melt. Why ruin his fun, especially when he looked so adoreable?
"I take it the mushroom is safe?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:56 pm
"Oi?!"
Malzieu sputtered in the air, having been in mid jump and unaware of his mate's new attentions. It was not so much a reaction of fear as it was of surprise and embarrassment -- having been caught with his paw in the proverbial cookie jar. He landed off balance, setting the entire mushroom akilter with weight it was only precariously holding before. Golden brown wings fluttered to try and make up for the difference as it tilted farther and farther --
CRACK
-- but it was for naught. Mal flopped forward, still on top of the cushy white cap that left its stalk behind, sliding a few millimeters until it settled in the dirt.
"Oi Geni... I suppose it was? I am still not certain about eating it, however."
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:35 pm
When Malzieu began his descent atop the mushroom, Genivieve wanted to dash to her lover's rescue and gallantly sweep him away from the evil mushroom before giving him a well-deserved lecture on keeping away from potentially dangerous fungi. However, when the cap plunked into the dirt with a poof, followed by the male's observation, the pastel pixie could only giggle, the sound quickly evolving into a full-bellied laugh as she shook her head, making her way back towards him with a mock-scold in her voice, "You're lucky you didn't tear a wing with all your shenigans. If you're quite done destroying that poor mushroom, maybe we could get back to having a look around?"
As she moved forward, however, the pads of one back paw encountered something... sticky. Sticky and somewhat warm. Wrinkling her nose in disgust and trying to move her foot away, she added, "Maybe somewhere less messy." Finding whatever she had stepped into stickier than she thought, she continued to tug her back foot even as she yipped towards her mate, "Well, come along!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:57 pm
Malzieu smiled quietly at Genivieve's concern and made a note not to cross her in any large ways again that day. She was so forgiving, his Geni! He fluttered lightly over the ground, successfully clearing himself of the mushroom top and getting his wing-tendrils back in order. He was already absently passing his mate by when he realized she wasn't quite moving forward.
"Geni? Are you... alright?" he asked, for lack of any better phrase. A bit of odd movement towards her back leg caught his questioning gaze. Still alight, he moved to inspect it closer, his nose some inches from the sticky, semi-translucent snare.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:38 pm
Genivieve had been struggling constantly with her paw ever since first touching the sticky surface, hating not only how it hindered her movements but also the exploration that she wanted to continue with her mate! Her emerald wings fluttered in exasperation, but no matter how she tried, she could not break free.
She looked up at Malzieu, the huff in her voice directed at the situation in general more than him, "DO I LOOK ALRIGHT?!"
Giving a full more pulls, the female pixie looked back to see what exactly she had encountered... and the normally boisterous Genivieve grew silent. Beneath her green paw rested a long, lime-green tentacle, semi-translucent and gleaming in the sun. A longer glance back saw that the tentacle was just one of many, stretching back to an even larger plant. Marroon with a wide bottom, it's crenulated mouth sprouted all of the attached limbs, splaying them out like some kind of web. It did not take the pixie long to guess that it was a carniverous plant of some kind... and she had walked right into it!
Almost as though reading her thoughts, the tentacle that she was touching half-wiggled in response to her movements, and she instantly ceased them, an uncharecteristic squeak escaping her muzzle, "Help... me?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:25 pm
The brown pixie's ears dodged to the back of his head when she snapped, his psyche remained subdued as they until he heard a small voice plead with him. Had he not been as intimate to Genivieve, he may have thought it some other kitsu.
Malzieu's green eyes followed what his mate's had only a moment earlier -- back to the menacing, and obviously carnivorous plant. While his heart sank, his muscles jumped. This thing would not take his Geni! In a flash he was upon the creature, needle-sharp teeth and claws stabbing into the soft material of the tentacle. As his natural weapons rendered, golden wings beat furiously to gain leverage.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 7:59 pm
Malzieu was not the only pixie that leapt into action. After her initial burst of fear, Genivieve's protective instincts and assertive personality kicked in. Her wings began to thrum as she flapped them as hard as possible, and her front paws kicked the air as she tried to pull herself free from the tentacle's grasp.
Her reward? The sticky limb tightened its hold, threatening to crush bone until, with a yelp of pain, she abruptly stopped her motions; the lack of tension, in turn, caused the tentacle to snap back into place, bringing the female pixie to land hard against the ground. Obviously that tactic hadn't been effective...
Her thoughts were distracted by her mate's efforts, and she yipped in distress, "Malzieu, be careful! I don't want you to get caught too!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 8:53 pm
Malzieu ceased his assault when his love yelped, startled and worried out of his mind. This was all so sudden, so wrong. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her more. The whiplash of the plant's sticky arm jolted him along with it. Not registering his possible danger, he was prepared to go right back to his attempt at dismemberment when Geni's sound warning reached his pinned ears.
Testing, he gave a tug -- and his paws did not budge from their bog some half an inch into the green goo. Another tug, still with no avail. A final pull with all of his might produced freedom! With no time to celebrate, Mal merely noted that most of the plant's danger lied within its grip... and whatever it used to eat, of course.
Returning to his point of attack, he noticed woefully that there few significant marks left behind. Desperation crept into his body, translating into darts and bobs with little grace. A weak point, a weak point, somewhere!
"Ma coeur, Je suis désolé!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 9:25 pm
Genivieve kept her eyes focused on her love, her breath catching in her throat as she made note of his struggles even as she contiuned her own. When she saw him free, all of her breath released in one go. If Malzieu became caught in the plant as well... Gaia only knew what it would take to save them!
The pixie female continued her battle with her gooey foe as best she could, but her yellow ears sweeping back to catch his words. From his tone alone she could hear his fear, his desperation, and the normally confident Genivieve could feel her own heart pounding in her chest, her own fears scrambling to the surface.
She turned away so that her mate would not see the rare, desperate tears that escaped her eyes, even as she herself bit at the tendril that held her tight. Yet, the salty drops dampened her fur and landed with a sizzle and pop the tendril beneath her. "Malzieu... pardonne-moi. Je t'aime; je t'adore."*
*Malzieu... forgive me. I love you; I adore you.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 3:16 pm
When had this day gone horribly wrong? A moment earlier, he had been hopping on a mushroom, carefree and laughing, with his mate lovingly chastising him. Rather normal. None of this crazy-attacking-plant business. Now everything just kept spiraling out of control... out of Genivieve's control.
No, this wasn't correct at all. Malzieu's face hardened, his mind grasping onto a resolve that this was not going to end badly -- not as an option, but as a certainty.
"No losing hope yet, my dear," he said, a soft kiss finding Geni's cheek. He took wing high above the situation in a flash of golden pixie wings. Surely if the forest created this thing, then there would be something inside of it to destroy it? Try everything, his mind told him. Sticks, sticks, mushrooms, sticks, rock, sticks, bigger rock -- that'll do! He dove for it, counting on the momentum to help with hoisting the extra weight. All four tiny claws found purchase on the craggy sides and thankfully it lifted into the air, if with a slight jerk. This ******** is going down.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:12 pm
Genivieve's purple wings fluttered slightly when her mate's muzzle touched her cheek, his bit of affection and words of reassurance popping the bubble of panic that had formed around her. Her eyes narrowed, and with renewed vigor she began to attack the gummy tentacle with her canines.
She concentrated on the area around her ankle that the plant held in its grasp, avoiding its vice-grip reaction by nipping from various directions, confusing it as to were it would tighten. It couldn't end like this! She wouldn't allow it to end like this!
"Die you... you low-class villian!"
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