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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:00 pm
Ruokei wasn't quite sure if it was Aliikki's doing that allowed him to slip away from Mireille's home so easily, or if Mireille just didn't pay that much attention. Either way, he found the walk, alone and unhindered, a liberating thing. It was soothing to be beneath trees and above ground, letting the wind swirl around him in silence. And after a bit, he found himself slowing, looking around at the various houses curiously, and the animals cavorting here and there.
Eventually, his feet drew to a stop at one house in particular, the wind threading through black-purple hair as he stood still, peering into the yard. There was no one around to see his curiosity, so there was no cause for shyness.
At least... so he thought.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:12 pm
There he was. Isyr lay with his head resting on his paws, eyes watching the walk as the boy approached. He'd been 'calling' for the better part of an hour now, and only now did the child arrive. He was impressed... normally, for most it took days. They weren't the most perceptive. Now, however, the grey and black marked Zurui got to his feet, shaking himself off lightly as he padded through the grass. He moved to the edge of the yard, barely visible through the hedges as he watched Ruokei. Sharp violet eyes fixed on the boy, head tilting slightly as he 'pushed' a bit... the shadows of the leaves on the trees brushing against Ruokei's face ever so slightly, as if trying to make him turn. 
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:15 pm
Ruokei smiled when he felt the shadows dappling him, and for a moment he looked up, admiring the way the light filtered down through the leaves. Then, finally, he turned, looking wistfully into the yard, and even taking a step inside. It seemed like such a nice, quiet place.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:29 pm
Isyr couldn't help but snort softly at that projection. Quiet, indeed. Until one walked into the house. That's why he was out HERE. He walked towards the boy then, head lifted as his ears pricked forward.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:37 pm
Ruokei froze for a moment as he caught sight of movement. After a moment, he slowly relaxed, just watching the zurui pad closer. It was a beautiful sight, really, the way the light caught on the grey fur, making some appear lighter and others darker. And the markings were almost captivating in their way, leaving Ruokei entranced.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 2:03 pm
Isyr paused about halfway across the yard, sitting with his tail curled lightly around his feet. He seemed almost like a statue, if it weren't for the way the breeze ruffled his fur, or the way the bright eyes fixed on the boy to observe him. This one would do, most definitely. Isyr turned then, glancing towards the bushes behind him, to the one that had been laying in wait there. He lay down then, draping across the grass as he waited for the tiny kit to approach. If the little one didn't come, he would go and get it. But it was always best for it to make the first move.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 2:09 pm
Ruokei took a step forward as Isyr fell still, then blushed, ducking his head. This was someone else's yard! Someone else who likely didn't want people like him trespassing. As he looked down at the ground, a tiny, dull purple paw slid out of the shadows. And then a nose appeared, sniffing at the air for a moment before the full head slipped out. The zurui kit looked over at his grandsire curiously, head tilted as he waited to see what the elder zurui would do. 
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 5:47 pm
Isyr's head lowered, nose in the grass as he flattened himself out with a smirk on his face. His ears were still pricked upward, and the tip of his tail was quirking up and down in that 'I'm teasing the kitlings' fashion that he enjoyed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:09 pm
PLAYTIME! The little kit gathered himself up to pounce, eyes alight and radiating good cheer as he pounced after Isyr's tail, snapping for it with sharp little teeth.
Fascinated as much by the feelings rolling off of the furry little creature as by the play itself, Ruokei found himself slowly sitting down, smiling as he watched. He could relax here, perhaps. They didn't seem to pay him any mind, and it was interesting... and FUN... to watch!
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 12:36 pm
Isyr was content to play with the kit, moving his tail around, letting it get attacked... and then using his paws to bat at the small purple puffball as he watched the boy from the corner of his eye. Good. He wasn't leaving. A moment later, he reached, snatching up the kit by the scruff and moved to Ruokei, dropping the fuzzlet into his lap.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 12:57 pm
Ruokei's eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at the little bundle of fur in his lap, barely breathing. He wasn't quite sure whether he was scared, stunned, happy, or some weird mix of the three. All he really knew was that he didn't quite dare move.
The kit blinked at Isyr from where he'd been dropped in Ruokei's lap, then twisted his head, looking up at Ruokei thoughtfully for a long moment before offering a yip of happiness and snuggling down to doze, his tail flicking over his nose.
At the last minute, he opened one eye to peer up at Ruokei again.
Kit is Sailien, he offered speaking to Ruokei in a way that the porcelain could easily understand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 1:29 pm
Isyr gave the boy a critical eye, looking him over and sniffing him thoroughly before turning and walking back towards the shrubs. This was a good match... the little one would be safe, the other little one would have company. And he could now possibly get a peaceful nap, just ONCE.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 1:33 pm
Ruokei slowly calmed as the adult zurui padded away, and one hand hesitantly found its way to the soft fur on the kit. He stroked for a while, just sitting there and watching the way the light dappled over fur. Finally, however, he moved to pick the small creature up, cradling Sailien in careful arms as he made his way back to Mireille's house. He would... try... to explain when he got there.
Somehow.
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