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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:21 am
 Princess Tutu was dancing, as usual. She leaped through the air like a ballerina and twirled gracefully. She continued her dance for several minutes before she finally finished on her tip toes. She curtsied to the imaginary crowd in acknowledgment of their applause. She then walked off to her favorite stream that sent cold, clear water swirling gently downstream. Princess Tutu took off her tutu and tiara and hopped into the stream to wash.
"Aah, so refreshing!" she said, shivering slightly in the cold water. She always washed after a dance so that her tutu didn't get dirty. "I'll wash my dress and crown next," she thought decisively. "Then I'll have to reapply my makeup."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:33 am
Kultavarjo came upon that scene with the utmost delight. He decided to not disturb her and just walked away to the field by the river, drawing his silver-hilted and black-bladed shortsword(long for munks).
He wove intricate patterns in the air, stabbing and slashing, ducking and jumping. He then just said into the air,"Heh....This be fu-----Ouch!" He had cut himself and saw bleeding shallowly through a cut on his forearm. He then sheathed the sword he had.
He ran past Princess, washing the cut in the river, not giving any care to her as he washed it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:39 am
Princess Tutu watched with some curiosity. Could this be a knight? He had a sword and was wounded! And, best of all, he wasn't a stupid knight who would wash his cut upstream and get her beautiful white fur all bloody. But this was a horrible time for her to meet a knight! She wasn't wearing her tutu and tiara and didn't have any makeup on. And, worst of all, she was all wet!
The Princess quickly climbed out of the water and ran a short distance off. She shook most of the water off, then began hurriedly combing her fur dry. Normally she'd lazy about in the sun and wait for it to dry her, but there was no time for that now. Once she was mostly dry, she ran to her tutu and removed her special makeup set. She hurriedly put on her tutu, smoothed it out, and applied the lipstick to her lips with expert care. Next, she powdered her cheeks a soft pink. Finally, she set her tiara straight on her head, gave herself a final brushing, and wandered closer to the other munk.
"Hello, brave knight," she said sweetly as if she had just happened to have wandered by. "Are you quite all right?" She fluttered her eyelids at him in a flirtatious way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:32 am
"Oh. Hello," Kultavarjo said," But I'm not a knight. Just a warrior. Not really that bad of a wound, compared to some I've seen." He regarded the princess morbid curiosity. Her fur was still wet and she put makeup on. Not someone he would meet normally. But then, this isn't a normal situation at all!
"Anyways," He continued on, wrapping his wound with an aloe leaf on it," I'm Kultavarjo. Means 'gold shadow' in a different language. What may I call you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 11:09 am
"That's such a handsome name," she said, tilting her head so that the light caught her fur and made it glow. "I am Princess Tutu. May I inquire as to why you are here?" She noticed that he was looking at her damp fur, but she decided to just ignore it. If she didn't mention it, then perhaps an embarrassing subject could be avoided.
The Princess smoothed out her tutu once again and swished her tail. She knew that, at any moment, Kultavarjo would fall hopelessly in love with her beauty. Once she turned on her charm, it was like charging a magnet. Guys would follow her anywhere! Or so she liked to believe. In truth, she wasn't so sure if this munk was so keen on her. But that didn't matter...
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:29 pm
"I just came across here and decided It looked nice for my morning training...Also the fact that there was a stream nearby." He replied, walking back over to the field. " Nice to meet you, Princess."
In truth, he didn't care at all about Tutu, just formalities. He then rested his hand on the hilt of his longsword, seeinng if he could go practice again or if he'd have to watch something drab if it happened.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:31 pm
Princess Tutu could tell that Kultavarjo was rather bored by her, and it infuriated her. She was the most interesting, most beautiful thing on the planet! But princesses could not yell or stomp around or throw a fit. Quite calmly, she said, "You may practice some more; I'll watch." She stepped aside and had a seat in the grass, all the while fuming.
How dare he brush her off like that? She could not understand why he wasn't interested in her. Princess Tutu folded her little arms and pouted, watching Kultavarjo with an icy stare.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:00 pm
Kultavarjo then began to practice, not caring for the pouting Princess Tutu. He began drawing his blade, the black bladed weapon seeming to glow....
It came into his left hand, slashing to the right down and coming back up to the left side. Then it stabbed, and Kulta turned around, slashing down and curving it in a half-circle back up. He launched a feint, then flip-switched the sword over to his right hand and kept on practicing.
To his surprise, the sword had sheets of an ash-like substance come out of the blade when he swiped, obscuring the view of the imaginary enemies. At the end of his routine, he jumped above where Tutu was, coming out of the ash and slashing down onto the grass.
He then sheathed the sword, a muffled black light coming from it. He probably knew he was absorbed into the weapon now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:33 am
Firefly was prancing around on the tips of his toes, flitting around just like his namesake. The babbling sounds from the stream caught his attention, ears perking up. A bit of joy wriggling through him, he wagged his tail as he bounded into the waters that went up to his ankle. Snuggling his nose into the water, he found himself sneezing into it. Giggling, he batted a splash of water as if to start playing with the element.
Then, sounds came to his ears from a distance and he blinked his bright eyes. Taking off in a fluid motion towards the sounds, he nearly crashed into a creature with a bright pink dress. Putting on the breaks, Fire’d stopped so fast that there was a few clotted piles of dirt were stuck under his paws, and his nose was almost touching the other munks. It was a lady. His face immediately flushed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:34 pm
Princess Tutu ducked as she was leaped over, then skittered away as a different male almost crashed into her. These sorts of surprising events could not be good for her complexion! Princess was a little afraid of Kultavarjo's sword, which smoked and emitted an ugly, fur-clogging ash.
But The blue, gray, and yellow munk... He seemed the adventurous sort, and he had the decency to pay attention to her. He looked a little shy, too! Princess Tutu fluttered her eyes. "Oh dear!" she said in mock distress. "You almost hit me; I was so surprised!" Princess Tutu stood up on her hind legs and took a trembling step forward. She tripped on purpose and began to fall. "Oh, catch me!" she said.
The perfect plan. Firefly would catch her from her fall and be hers forever.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:56 pm
Ears shooting up in panic, he quickly dove for the Princess, but to her surprise he flopped on the dirt below her. She landed on top of him and Firefly cringed as she hit, a less than graceful faller for a princess. Then again, she might not have been used to the outdoors. Then he mentally guessed that the tutu-donning munk might have wanted him to catch her. Oops. Sweating a bit more, he wriggled out from under her and helped her to her feet, all the while not uttering a squeak. Avoiding her face, he set to diligently brushing the dirt from her intricately sewn clothing. It was fit for a royal, and would be a shame if he had been the cause of dirtying the garment.
Then he sat back on his hind legs for a moment and regarded her. Completely spotless now, he tilted his head at her and smiled. Waggling his tail a bit, he waited to see her response from his hard work.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 3:46 pm
Princess Tutu blinked. Not an 'oh no' or 'I'll save you'? Just... falling down? "Th-thank you," she said, caught off guard. She cleared her throat, smoothed her tutu, and extended a paw. "My name is Princess Tutu. What is yours, that I may thank you properly?" She still held her paw aloft, ready to be kissed as was proper.
Princess Tutu was once again a little disappointed. This male was very strangely quiet, and wasn't doing the right things at all. Probably he wasn't a prince and didn't know how to act around such beauty. This thought comforted her slightly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:09 pm
Firefly nuzzled her paw with his nose lightly, showing affection towards the princess. She really was pretty, but he wasn’t used to girls talking to him anyways. One told him that he was handsome once…but he wasn’t sure what that meant. Wagging his tail, he sat up straight before her like a good boy should do, as she continued smiling away.
A group of birds passed by overhead, and he pointed to them with his paw. Some people called him flyboy because of his name. Firefly wished he could spell his name, but wasn’t sure that if he could that others would be able to read it. Usually, people gave him a nickname anyways, so perhaps the Princess would think of a nice name to call him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:15 pm
Princess Tutu took her paw back, smiling. Well, at least the guy could do one thing right. But her smile faded when he continued to say nothing. "Can't you speak?" she asked, sounding a little disappointed. Should she be flirting with a mute? It didn't seem right, to try so hard to win the affection of boys if she couldn't hear them complimenting her.
Princess Tutu eyed Firefly critically. He was handsome, but shy and apparently was easily distracted by birds. And he didn't talk. Princess Tutu decided to entertain him anyway. Maybe he could become her servant, if not her prince.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:26 pm
Firefly stopped then, eyes looking worried as he slowly nodded. He could speak, it’s just…he got so nervous sometimes. Lowering his ears he looked to the ground, but he still kept standing as straight as he could. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth to speak. “F….firefly…” He uttered weakly. “My n-name’s….Firefly.” Fire’s words always sounded strange to him, almost unnatural. Speaking wasn’t really for him.
As soon as he spoke, he felt his face getting hot and blushing. He usually didn’t talk until he had to, so this was a first. Pawing a circle in the dirt floor, he sat in a sort of induced gloom. Whenever he spoke, people usually didn’t care either.
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