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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:07 pm
This is where I'll be posting important things that are developing at the house. It's mostly related to a plot I have with Bakura, but since what happens only involves my namrah and is something so fragile and easily ruined by other namrah if I tried to RP it in the thread, normally you wouldn't get to see it. However, since I don't want everything to be a complete secret, I decided to post it here.
I'm not sure if this is considered RP (probably not), but I'm mostly doing it for fun so it doesn't matter.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:12 pm
December 25th- Evening The sky was clear, the stars perfectly visible and twinkling happily. It was Christmas, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood because of it. The festivities were for the most part over, yet things were far from being over. Near a house located in a forest something was stirring within the shadows of the night... BakuraSlowly, the blue male opened his orange eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was in a forest. He looked around, seeing things for the first time yet oddly infused with knowledge. Tree...leaves...sky...stars...he had no memory of learning these words and what they meant, yet somehow he seemed to intinctively understand them. He rose to his feet, his paws sinking slightly into the snow. Where was he? He surveyed the area again, searching for a sign, or anything that would tell him what to do or where to go. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn toward a direction, and again the strange knowledge of a home over there implanted itself within his mind. Taking not a moment to contemplate how or why he knew this, he set off toward it.
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He sat in front of a house, looking up at it. He'd never seen one before, yet somehow he seemed to know the basics of what a house was. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him and turned around, smiling. Maybe it was a new friend! He could see nothing but the glistening of moonlight reflecting off of the cold gray eyes which sharpened upon meeting his orange ones. The male suddenly felt uneasy, yet knew not why he felt as such. The shape stepped out into the light, the mostly black female finally being unveiled from the shadows from which she had come. He set his uneasiness aside and waved. "Hello! I'm Bakura. What's your name?" Bakura...was that his name? Was his name that which poured instantaneously from his mouth, an answer to the unvoiced question stirring within his mind?
The female glared at him harshly, hissing, "That is no business of yours!"
Bakura drew back from the female's words. Why was she so angry? Was it something he said? Had he somehow managed to offend her from the six words he had spoken? Certain that this was the case, he timidly replied, "I-I'm sorry....I...I didn't mean to offend you...I just...I just wanted to know your name..."
"Why? Why do you wish my name? Like I said, I want nothing to do with the likes of you! Now get out of my sight!" She snarled, ending with a growl.
Curling up some, his tail defensively wrapped around himself, he trembled. What had he done wrong? Surely something about him upset her. Was it his appearance? Was he, perhaps, offensive looking? He supposed this must be the case. Why else would she wish him gone? "O-okay..." he said, slinking off toward the house. He opened the door, not certain how he knew how to do so, and entered.
Looking around, he saw namrah busy chatting with others within the household. Not wanting to offend them too, he softly walked inside. He quickly concealed himself behind some furniture, and waited for the female to pass so that he may go through the door back outside to better hide himself from the world. Soon enough, he got his chance. He slipped off into the night to hide nearby, so that he could sneak back inside when things had quieted down. EvronaThe demonic female was incredibly confused. Here she was, in the middle of a forest, with no idea how she got there. Sighing, she wandered in a random direction, silently thinking about the past. Mostly, she was thinking about him. How could she be so stupid? How could she think that he had loved her? She shook her head violently. No. She wasn't going to think about the one who stabbed her in the back. She didn't even want to think his name.
Suddenly a pair of orange eyes greeted her as she stepped out into the open. They were friendly...trusting...and belonged to a male. Oh how she hated males...they surely would hurt her just like /he/ did. She couldn't trust them...she couldn't trust any of them. "Hello! I'm Bakura. What's your name?"
Suppressing the urge to pounce and claw his eyes out she hissed, "That is no business of yours!" She hoped that he would walk away so that she may never see his face again.
He recoiled, weakness and pure fright showing in every little move he made. It even showed itself in his voice."I-I'm sorry....I...I didn't mean to offend you...I just...I just wanted to know your name..."
Nevertheless, she must be strong. Regardless of how weak and friendly he seemed, he only spelled trouble. Infusing as much anger and disgust into her words as possible, she shouted, "Why? Why do you wish my name? Like I said, I want nothing to do with the likes of you! Now get out of my sight!" Hopefully now he would get the message.
His trembling gave Evrona great pleasure, and even greater pleasure when he had moved from her gaze. Finally, he was gone. She smiled, waited a moment, then entered the house.
The house was decorated festively for the occasion. Namrah were happily chatting, some heading out of the home presumably to speak with friends who lived elsewhere. No one paid too much attention to her besides waving at her. One of them, a female teen, approached her. "Hello! New here? You should have a room upstairs." She then scurried off to do...something. Evrona wasn't particularly interested in seeing what it was that the teen planned on doing. Instead she decided to go where the teen directed her.
Upstairs her gaze once again met the eyes of another male. This one, however, was much different. He was a demonic like herself, and instead of a friendly greeting he just looked at her with an odd mix of apathy and curiosity. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, in the way of where she needed to go. "Move it!" she growled, not wanting anything to do with him.
He snorted, with a frown, "No."
"What did you say?!" the female angrily retorted. She couldn't believe the gall of this male to blatantly say no like that. Regardless of how rude she was toward him (not that she cared), it didn't take much effort to stand aside and let her pass. A lot less effort than the decision he had chosen.
"I said no. I'm not going to move until you..." he pointed toward Evrona with his paw, the claws pointed toward her menacingly, "...learn some respect." He sat down, clearly going to do exactly as he said.
Hissing, the female walked over and shoved him aside. She was hardly going to give in to the desires of this demonic male. It took him by surprise, and he fell against the wall. She walked by only to have a claw dug deep into her leg, causing her to fall to the ground. She looked at him with pure fury, hissing. His eyes stared at her coldly and filled with violence, the claws digging themselves deeper as he bared his fangs, growling. She raised her own paw with the intent of dealing her own blow... "Stop it you two!"
She looked over, seeing a male with sharp looking horns, claws, and an odd tail looking over at them with an aggravated look. He didn't seem to want to see anyone get hurt, nor start any trouble. The demonic male growled a bit at the newcomer before letting go of Evrona and walking away. The other male looked at Evrona with a look that clearly warned her not to cause trouble...or else. She hissed at him as he also left, and retreated to her room.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 5:49 pm
Bakura
Later that evening, Bakura snuck back into the household. All was dark, and it seemed as if everyone was either out or sleeping. Looking around wearily, Bakura investigated the household looking for a place to stay. By chance he happened upon some stairs, and made his way up them. He winced at every creak they made under his weight, hoping that no one would be awakened by the noise he was making.
He slowly made his way down the hall, looking around. There were many doors, many more than possible for a house this size, or so he would have thought. One door in particular caught his eye, for it was open. He made his way toward it and peeked inside. It was empty, and he walked inside happily. He made it without being seen!
He turned around to shut the door when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, a sudden shining orb of cold metallic gray. He quickly turned toward it, yet found nothing but the darkness of a room located behind a doorway slightly ajar, the doorway across from his room. Looking on for a moment, he then quietly shut the door, retreating to a corner where he curled up for the night, drifting into a dreamless slumber.
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