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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:24 pm
"How lovely, how lovely..." -The god mused happily to himself as he lay awkwardly curved, pulling forth his extravagant feathers one at a time carressing and cleaning them, fluffing them before letting them fall in place with the countless others.
Limbuko was a vain god, quite often pleased just by admiring himself. But then... wasn't it more fun to be admired by others too? He was as fickle as his domain, prefering to be surrounded in company one day and completely unbothered on others. It really was a flip of the bark it would seem.
Stretching his legs out with lazy satisfaction he admired his task now that it was complete. Not only had his 'wings' healed following the brutalization they'd recieved, cleaned and attended to they seemed to gleam even more beautifully than usual. It was enough in fact... to lift him from his laziness and cause the god to start a slow path across the savannah. Someone just needed to see them, you couldn't waste perfection after all.-
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 3:41 pm
The mud just added to his mounting agitation with the day, nothing good had happened after he'd had that talk with Pele and left the ocean to return home. Athrun had stopped to listen to the stories of two lonely lost wild dogs and a little bird that had fallen from it's tree had needed helping as well. That wasn't his department, but... when in Rome, do as the Romans do?
Using his huge swan-like wings, Athrun lifted himself into the air and bolted past the mud with an angry look at it, trying to offend it personally. When he landed, the god peered at his mud covered feet with disdain and frustration. It would take him a while to clean them unless he could find a suitable watering hole to dip them in. Actually the thought was comforting in a way, water was always his friend.
Heaving a sigh, the god of loneliness trotted off in the direction he figured he would find a watering hole and a good ending to his day.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 2:08 pm
-He walked for a little while eyes surveying the savannah softly, searching for any hint of life. In the distance he could see a family of ratel... interesting sometimes.. but today he sought something a little larger. Even a hyena would do really.
The sun was warm on his back, and he lowered his feathers gently to shield it abit, finally shifting in position when he caught the faint but familar scent of water. Surely on a warm day THAT was where all the excitement would be. Perhaps some playful nymphs flitting through the water, or maybe even something trying to fish if they were close enough to a river.
Destination set! Turning he picked up the pace, jogging through the grass in a rhythmic step. The wind felt so nice in his feathers and hair, he could smell the water getting closer and closer.-
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:09 pm
((Sorry about that. Xx;; ))
Tripping and nearly falling on his nose, Athrun caught his balance on a large white paw and pushed himself back to all four legs again. This was really becoming one torturous day and the lonely god wasn't quite sure what he'd done to earn it. Did he even deserve it?
Possibly, he couldn't quite remember.
Heaving a huge sigh, the snowy colored god kept walking, eyes not looking where he was going... right into a larger purple mass. Instantly he leaped off his feet and back as far as he could get onto his rump, sky colored eyes wide in apology and frustration at himself. Could he get nothing right today?
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." Athrun mumbled out, on the verge of tears from how bad his day was getting. He just wanted it to be over.
He didn't even see who it was that he was talking to, having averted his eyes in humiliation seconds after walking straight into whoever it was. It was just a bad day, it really was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 6:34 am
((No worries dear, I'm slow as sap. XD I'm never ever in a rush. heart ))
-His mind had been occupied, else he would have noticed the aura of discontent traveling his way. But he was too busy imagining, too busy making sure his step looked impressive and regal. And then all of the sudden he was hit, both physically and by that wave of displeasure, a soft huff of air escaping him in surprise.-
"Woah woah!" -He piped, startled, taking a few seconds to compose himself before he fixed his eyes on the culprit of his 'attack'. ANOTHER godling? They were just growing off trees these days, weren't they?
Any irritation he might have felt quickly dissipated as he gazed down at the young one, frowning a little at the body language that marred the lovely ivory creature. Maw hitching up in a smile, feathers rustling softly, he mused.- "It's perfectly alright. I'm pretty sturdy."
"What about you hmm? You're not hurt are you?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 11:06 am
Sky colored eyes peeked up in shy fear, afraid of the lion he might find if he looked upwards. Instead he found the lithe body of a violet colored lion that looked every bit like a lioness but spoke with the deep resonance of a male. Peacock feathers splayed down the male's back and the vine of purple berries mixed with the long puff of cotton mane atop his head made Athrun tilt his little white head to the side and blink once more.
Sturdy indeed.
The god that stood before him exuded something that Athrun couldn't quite put his paw on but he looked as if he belonged on a throne in the Tuait lands, or perched atop one of the temples. He was regal and composed in many ways and it seemed his charisma was what poured off of him.
Athrun looked down at his scruffy looking body, from his mud stained white paws to his fur that was fluffed up from fear all the way to his feathers that needed preened badly. He didn't look half as impressive as the god before him and yet he knew he was on somewhat the same level.
No, he was so far displaced from that level in truth.
"I'm... I'm not hurt. I'm fine." Athrun placed a forced smile on his white muzzle, his feelings swirling just below the surface as he attempted to control his haphazard powers so as not to cause the other god the discomfort of lonely thoughts. "It's my fault for not watching where I was walking. I'm sorry."
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