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 Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:25 pm
 Nuzzling the rum bottle wedged under his paw, Warrick wagged his little tail in glee as he licked a bit more out of the slender container. It was a beautiful summered eve, with long shadows casting across the plains of Delphi, but all he could focus on was the bottle of nut flavored rum before him. Flicking a long piece of hair out of his eyes, he let the bottle fall to his side as she rolled lazily onto his back.
“What a fine day.” He chuckled to himself, wriggling back and forth to get the smell of grass into hid fur. He liked grass. It smelled wonderful. Kicking his legs out, he closed his eyes and just took a deep breath. Letting it out, he smiled contently to himself. Today was a good day yes, but it wasn’t over just yet.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:45 pm
Sky's were blue, the trees are bare yet the sticks make the tree beautiful either way, as they danced along the wind. The grass was lush and semi-green but soft. Not like usually winter grass. And what a terrific day to fly. Just to get away from it all. However, get away from what? There is nothing to get away from. And as Soba leaned on a tree, she felt lonely. Yet like someone was watching her.
Silky black feathered wings covered her body as she stares up at the sky. A single leaf floats in front of her view and twirls on top of her head. Letting it sit there, she blew the hair from one of her eyes softly and a content sigh escape her small mouth. The wind felt good between her wings as a feather floated away. As the black feather traveled, the green female followed it, wondering where it shall land. As it floats and slowly drifts and lands on another munk. This rusted and blackish blue munk seem different from the others and Soba watched him. As she never seen another munk with hair almost like hers' and the fact that he is wearing underwear.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:04 pm
Warrick stirred, eyes still closed as a soft something alighted on the tip of his muzzle. Exhaling sharply, the black feather lept rapidly into the air and he was content for the moment, unwilling to open his eyes. Pulling at his boxers he always seemed to be wearing, he shifted as the feather fell back on his face. This time into his open mouth.
Coughing and hacking, he spit up the debris in a less than elegant manner. Wiping his nose with the back of his paw, he observed the thing with the intent reason to figure out what it was. Once that was done, he’d give it a proper yelling at. Poking it a bit, he saw a long cast shadow touch the ground he was watching. Head jerking up, hair flying about, he spotted a winged creature perched a ways from his vantage point.
The sun was behind it, giving it a rather unearthly feel. He blinked rapidly and tilted his head, unable to make out the silhouetted features. Okay, next time…less acorn wine…more sleep. “Oi.” He muttered to nobody. “First black blobs, now feathered flying things. What next?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:18 pm
Soba's ears flew back as the other began to say something. She tilted her head as she looked at him. Jumping down from where she perched on, she landed softly behind the munk and tugged on his underwear. Seeing if they were somehow magically bonded. But they were not. Her silk wings rubbed across the munk and the grass as she sat in front of him.
Her eyes looked down at him warmly and a small smile as she stares into his Red orange eyes, as they reminded her of her own Red Orange eyes. Placing her nose on his, she smiled even more, now knowing that he is just like her. Expect he doesn't have wings and wearing underwear. She looked at the bottle of rum and poked it. Never seeing something like this before, she picked up the bottle and put it to her nose. Making a strange face she put it down where it was before and stared at the munk that laid before her.
As she stayed silent until he said anything to her, she covered herself with her silky wings and closed her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:48 pm
Warrick blinked a bit as he pulled up his shorts and wiped his nose with the back of his paw. What had just happened there? “Uh lady…listen you gotta get a few more drinks in me before you try stuff like that.” He hopped up now, and poked her large black wings a bit, looking at the pile of a munk in a sideways manner.
Brushing his hair aside again from his eyes, he flicked his tail and his ears rose. What was with this girl. “The name’s Warrick.” He stated proud of his name, as she puffed out his chest a bit. Then he realized that she still wasn’t watching, so he let it go. “What’s your name doll?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 8:14 pm
Silver flowing hair fell on her eyes as she uncovers herself as the munk began to speak throwing her hair to the side. Her eyes opened slowly as a small warm smile came across her face. She wasn't a mare doll however an angel among all munks. She sees herself like everyone else. Nothing special and shall never think herself as special. As she stared into the munk's eyes again, Soba began to speak in a soft manner.
"My name is Soba.", She paused, "It is a pleasure to meet you Warrick."
Soba looked up at the sky, no clouds were out however she was staring at the sun. To avoid looking into the munk's eyes again. For all she know, she could be scaring him. However, thats how she get to know most she meets and/or come across.
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Artemis Glade Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:18 am
"Soba." He tested the word in his mouth, and then Warrick found himself licking is lips. Noodles would be good right about now, and his rumbling stomach agreed. Flicking his hair from his face, yet again, his bangle made a jingle noise. Slicking his hard back a bit, his ears perked up as he tried to turn on the charm.
"You're a sight for sore eyes Soba..." He stated, reached out to paw at her long silver hair. "What brings a pretty thing like you out here?" He tried to stand up straight on all four paws, but he wavered back and forth a bit. Perhaps if he offered her some of the acorn rum, she wouldn't notice that he enjoyed the drink as much as he did. She was watching him then, so Warrick shot her a sideways crooked smile.
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