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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 6:39 am
This is a private RP between Syaoran-Puu (Maion) and Naita (Inverno).  
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 7:36 am
Tentatively Maion listened to the birds that floated within the trees; their therapeutic chirping was always his favourite way to wake up in the morning. Yawning lightly he shrugged himself to his feet, shaking his wings softly three white feathers loosened and fell to the ground. Watching them softly he noticed that one had a hint of silvery grey upon the tips, it seemed to have crept up on him so quickly that he couldn’t remember getting older. At least his strength had not yet been affected, that was one thing he was afraid to lose in case he could not protect his herd and family any longer.
As the birds’ chirped loader he found such worrisome thoughts disappearing to be replaced by a more calming aura of peace and tranquillity, it was refreshing. A smile spread across his lips as he saw one of the chirping birds fly into his line of sight. A large black and white feathered bird; with a small golden beak and small claw like talons. It seemed to float mesmerizingly before him, dancing with each change of the breeze. Flying was one of few things Maion longed to do, a small pleasure in a life full of both pain and suffering, yet there was something gentle and free about being carried with the changing world. The swirling clouds that sprayed passerby with a soft light liquid spray, he loved how the droplets shone so brightly in the sun afterwards, as well as the cooling effect as the wind forced them to evaporate. Maion found it fascinating how wonderful nature was.
Still smiling he turned around slightly to look at the trees, they shone yellowy green in the morning spring light, yet he noticed that not all the leaves had fully opened from their buds yet. A small reminder that life always found a way to grow.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 8:14 am
The meadows around were waking- the half-light was growing golden and warm, the dew sprinkled about was beginning to shiver in the warmth and breeze, with apparent anticipation for the day. But most apparent was the change in the noises. The night was by no means silent, but it was true that with the dark, a hush settled and the creatures of the night pierced it at their own peril. In the day, noise was a hobby for many creatures- they sang, they chirped, they whooped and they almost shouted. It was through the rising orchestra of hoots and howls that Inverno found his way to consciousness.
He was no fan of spring, for it announced that summer came soon, and there was a season he had no tolerance for. The heat was not his idea of pleasant, nor the scorching sun and overly bright light. As life sprang up about him, irritation sprang up in Inverno's mind. What was the use of all these flowers, these leaves? No tasty morsel on a branch could make up for the discomfort of a pelt at noon on a sunny day.
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