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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 11:36 am
This is a private RP for Mind's Tulgey Cat and my Etoile. Please don't post.  
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 11:37 am
Where was she now?
Of all the things the softly colored mare had inherited from he father the sense of direction was the worst. He had no sense of where he was most of the time; luckily she only got herself lost when she wasn’t paying close attention to where she was laying her feet. Today it seemed that she had found herself in a jungle.
With a nervous smile she surveyed they area trying not to panic. The undergrowth was thick no matter where she looked and there were tress as far as the eye could see. “Everything’s so...big here...” She muttered in awe to herself taking a step forward. “Did I shrink? Or...maybe I’ve found the land of giants...” Slowly her head inched towards the heavens and she let out a little sigh of relief upon discovering that the sky was still present. “At least I haven’t wandered to another wo-!”
“Ooow...” Her eyes watered as she dropped her eyes to look a bit closer to where she was. While she was occupied with checking for the presence of the sky she had walked straight into a fallen tree trunk. Her legs were throbbing angrily in pain but there was now serious damage. “Is it really a tree at all though...I wonder...”
She leapt backwards away from the tree with a little spark in your eye. “Are you really just a tree or are you really a- a...a...tree...” Etoile sighed. So much for that. As much as she wanted it to be something more than a tree she couldn’t decide what she wanted it to be. “An ogre...?” She turned away from the fallen log and began moving further into the thick forest thinking it to be the way out. “No that’s dumb...can faeries turn into wood...oh but I put them in everything! That’s no good either...”
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:40 am
"A Jabberwock, Actually." Tulgey popped his head up near the roots of the tree, one of the many fallen in this pocked and scarred section of the temperate rain forests, filled with oak, pine, maple, birch and the occasional red wood. However, as thick as the forest usually was, this area had more sky and brush, fallen trees scattered everywhere in large piles, evidence of a landslide decades ago, hoof marks scarring the land in tribute to years of off and on again search search by a solitary individual. The stallion was large, but no where near the size of a mutant, being only a large, standard horse rather then even that of a Clydesdale.
Chuckling, he rested his head on the large wood, "Came down here with a manxome burbling noise, a low rumble. Knocked the tree's over and even uprooted the earth itself in its pursuit of prey. A large, reptilian creature.. Rather chubby around the cheeks with a blunt nose. Teeth too large for its mouth." bobbling his head back and forth, his voice continuing in its almost sing-song tones, " One would think it'd be Fregoofish, but in reality it's quite frightening and powerful in appearance." He scuffed his hoof in the ground, humming softly as he continued his search, "But. The tree is a tree is a tree. Its the Flowers that are something other then what they seem like here.. Whenever they think you're not listening the chatter to themselves."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:15 am
Etoile just about jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance. For some reason she had been under the impression that, aside from the trees, she was alone. As she waited for her heart and stomach to vacate her throat and regain her ability to speak she watched the rather odd stallion.
Her head tilted slightly to one side as he rattled on about some creatures that she had never heard of before. And what was he saying about the flowers? They spoke? Did they whisper secrets to each other or spread rumors or was it all just harmless banter? Dark eyes drifted away from the peculiar fellow to take another look at the surrounding area. It seemed that she had wandered into a place more fantastic then she ever could have dreamed of.
It was so fantastic, in fact, that she knew that there must be magic involved. Magic meant faeries, to her at least, which made this odd stallion... "You...wouldn't happen to be...a faerie would you?" She asked with her eyes twinkling in hopeful excitement. He spoke in ways strange enough for him to be one, after all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:56 am
Tulgey lifted his head once again, raising an eyebrow, "...Pfffft! A faerie? Would you be talking about being an arsebandit or one of the wee folk? Either way, I'm not truly either, luv. I... Am a Cheshire Cat, something a little more rare and exotic... However, until I find all my pieces I am rather stuck in this Equestrian form I had transformed into in my youth, before the Jabberwock attacked my clowder. And Can't get back home till that happens."
He snorted, leaning against the tree, he chuckled merrily, "However, from what I was told when I was just a kitten, my family and the fairies are allies. What brings you to Tulgey's wood?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:06 pm
Rarer than a faerie. It was almost unbelievable. In all her life she had seen few faeries. For him to be harder to find than one of the fae was quite impressive. Her large eyes went even larger at the thought of being in the presence of such a creature. She took a couple steps towards him finding herself so in awe that she was almost unable to speak.
"I-I...well...I am not quite sure why I'm out here..." Etoile fell silent for a moment as she considered the remote possibility that she wasn't lost at all. Perhaps she had meant to come this way somehow? She shook her head after scarcely a second of entertaining the rather silly thought. "But that doesn't matter!"
The petite mare straightened up so that she stood at her full height reaching just under that of an average mare. She planted her hooves firmly in the ground and stared at the fabulous striped creature. "This is important! Tell me more about yourself Mr. Cheshire Cat! Please!" This was her chance to interview a rare and exciting creature! Screw princes, princesses and dragons, this was a Cheshire Cat! And she didn't even know what one was!
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:56 pm
Tulgey appeared to ignore her request at first, instead patting at the earth with a hoof before snuffling at the spot, mouth parted slightly. After a couple minutes, an ear swiveled her direction, "A Cheshire cat is a shapeshifter of magic and illusion, specializing in invisibility. Creatures free to do whatever they wish and alter the reality around them. When whole, at least."
He frowned, his head popping up as he glared into space, "Lost my abilities back when I was a kitten. A jabberwock attacked and scattered bits of what makes me whole everywhere. A truly Manxome foe."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 8:30 am
Her face fell when he didn't answer at first. She wondered if he had heard the question and opened her mouth to repeat it when he finally spoke. Intently, she listened, and her eyes began to sparkle like they were filled with dozens of stars.
A magical shape shifter that could make itself invisible and change reality? That's what a Cheshire Cat was? She had been correct. He was far more fascinating than a prince or princess would ever be.
Her mouth, still slightly agape from earlier, turned downwards in a sort of frown when he continued. "You were attacked?" Finally her mouth closed and her lower lip wibbled slightly. She had absolutely no idea what a jabberwock was but it had to be a truly fiercesome creature if it could rip apart things that made you whole. "But that's so sad!!!"
She scrambled over to his side not entirely sure what exactly she was doing. "Getting attacked and scattered...that's horrible!" In her mind she added in that it was also quite interesting though it was not something she would ever vocalize. "It must be so sad...?" She peered up at him still looking like someone had just stolen her apple but there was a curious little light in her eye. She wanted to know more, so much more.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:14 pm
"More maddening then sad, love.." Tulgey gave her a mischievous smile, chuckling softly, "It was when I was just a kitten. Don't know where my father and brother vanished to.. Likely into the river and over the waterfall miles south of here, in rain swollen ravines..."
He cocked his head in thought before flopping it the other way around, looking at her through a sideways glance, "...And you are?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 2:12 pm
He claimed that the events were more maddening than anything but she simply couldn't believe it. The more he said the more she imagined that she would be just torn to pieces over everything, in a manner of speaking. Despite the sympathy she felt for the poor creature, that didn't even seem to realize how unfortunate his situation was, she was growing more curious with each passing moment. He had such strange views and actions and everything. He was more fantastic than anything she had ever dreamed up and wanted her name.
"Ah!" She snapped out of her thoughts and lowered her head a little embarrassed. How many times would she fall victim to dreaming in the middle of the day? "My name is Etoile! Fairy hunter and story creator extraordinaire!" Then, in a mutter she added on rather bitterly, "Or I was..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:02 pm
"Fairy hunter? Well I should warn you that while many fairies are meerly mischievous but good natured, there are many others that are cruel. And they have the tendency to bite." Tulgey grinned wickedly, chuckling, "I've always wondered, What do you do when you bag a fairy -- do you eat it, or is it just a trophy? Are its wings used to decorate a ladies hat? Or do you simply hunt the dark, ugly ones for vengeance. I'm sure Nucklavee's head would be of value."
He chuckled, wiggling his head back in forth, "Or perhaps the Dana o'Shee have stolen your beloved into their wicked procession and you seek to rescue them from their spell..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 9:21 am
Etoile simply gaped at the peculiar stallion. It was safe to say that he was quite knowledgeable about faeries. It was also evident that he knew a good deal more than she did. She was stunned and even felt a bit sheepish. Here she was claiming to be an extraordinary fae hunter and she didn't know half of what she had just been asked about. Actually she wasn't sure that she even understood a quarter of what she had been told.
"Ummm...mostly...actually...I just sorta...follow them..." She confessed nervously shuffling about. "They...take me to where the best stories are most nights..." She wanted to say that they had brought her here to this rather fascinating wood but that would have been an outright lie. She had just gotten lost this time. She had lost her muse, then her feet and finally her way.
"But...I'm sure they would have led me here...eventually..." This she muttered more to herself than anything. She believed this with all her heart, after all this stallion was the most fascinating and well educated thing she had run into so far. Her little fairy guides most have known of his existence and then it would have only been a matter of time before they lit her a path.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 1:32 pm
Tulgey nickered in amusement, eyes bright and glittering, "Well, as I spoke of, be careful of what fairies you follow. Some may very well feast on your flesh, or even simply bridle you and turn you into their slave. Many fae of the old lands my father spoke of before the jabberwock overtook our small herd are notorious for abusing horses.. Though.. Soquili are more then mere horses... Hense why our Cheshire Clowder took this form rather then that of your wall eyed distant cousins."
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