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 Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:21 pm
Daemetia awoke next morning with the dew on her feather-fur, coating the grass and the beautiful winged one under her. She felt dazed, as though she'd been through a storm and just made it out alive. Suddenly the sky of her world had fallen, revealing a whole new place for her to explore, far outside the boundaries of what she had previously thought possible.
Seeing that Vantrel was still snoozing for the moment, she lay as still as possible, unwilling to move for the moment.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:44 pm
In the waking hours, Vantrel had seemed calm, well controlled. However, while sleeping... the torment of Vantrel's past becomes known. The pretty female whimpers fitfully in her sleep, growling here and there. "Murderer... Monster..." She hisses, baring her teeth.
Finally, something seems to jolt Vantrel out of her slumber. Her eyes fly open as she gasps for breath, her entire body tense. Whatever the little female had gone through, it had damaged her in many ways.
Still shaken, the winged stares up at Daemetia, and she slowly seems to calm down. Giving a sigh of relief, Vantrel leans up and licks the dew off of the half-breed's beak, as if to say, "Good morning."
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:07 pm
She could hear the whines and the soft utterances of the female, and looks up to her maw. Should she wake her? What was going on? Daemetia didn't understand. Then Vantrel jumped back to life, and seemed...well, alright. She swiftly returned the licks, whispering, "Is everything okay..?" The idea that something was wrong in this perfect world was unsettling to her, and she'd never dealt with anything other than her carefree life of chasing fireflies.
Slowly the half-breed began to wiggle in Vantrel's grasp, clearly wanting to stand for a moment. Her legs were cramped from the way they'd been lying.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:15 pm
Vantrel manages a soft smile as she coos, "Just bad dreams, dear one. Nothing more." Now if only she could convince herself of such things.
As Daemetia wriggles, Vantrel opens her wings and releases the half-breed of her grasp, standing and stretching herself. "How do you feel this morning, my love?" The female purrs to the other, her spirits flying high just from being around the playful dust. Was this love? This strange feeling deep in her belly, the outburst of energy - was that what love felt like? Vantrel could not answer that question, for she had never loved before - never been loved before.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:24 pm
Daemetia immediately took Vantrel's word for it, trusting as ever. Taking a big long stretch, she wiggles her tail a bit comically as her muscles unwind. With a shake the dew on her feather-fur flies off, and the half-breed is good as new. As she looks at the female, her stomach shivers a bit in her abdomen, as though a bunch of tiny little hearts had beat at once. Was this what the human was talking about when she mentioned that she had butterflies in her stomach?
Feeling more hyper than ever, she quickly replied, "Simply incredible! Wait, you've got something-" she stepped forward and plucked a blade of grass from Vantrel's wings, "Nevermind, got it. And how do you feel?" Daemetia seemed to quiver with pent up energy and excitement.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:33 pm
Vantrel chuckles as she watches her new found love stretch, shaking the dew off of her own fur.
A huge, silly grin plasters itself on the winged's face, not even flinching (as she normally would) as Daemetia removes the blade of grass from her wing. "Better for hearing your lovely voice, my dear." Vantrel purrs in reply to the other female's question. For once, Vantrel truly seems happy.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:50 pm
She grins widely, puffing her feather-fur in response to Vantrel's happiness. Had she been human, her face would've been tomato red, but thankfully she was not. For a moment she scrapped her talons along the ground, unsure of what to do, when suddenly she was struck by an idea.
"Hey! I never showed you my home, did I?" In her characteristic manner she bounded off through the grass, yelling, "Follow me!" She never considered that Vantrel might not follow - she was too love-stricken to think that she wouldn't be faithful enough to chase her through the fox fields.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:58 pm
Again, Vantrel finds herself chuckling, so amused by Daemetia's happiness, and finding that makes her happy as well.
At first, Vantrel is a little shocked as the half-breed takes off, and is left stunned and blinking. Such a fast little creature! After a moment, however, Vantrel gives an excited yip and takes off after the half-breed, catching up in a small amount of time. "You have a home here?" Home - this was something Vantrel had only ever dreampt of having. It was a concept, not a possibility.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 6:16 pm
Suddenly she screeched to a stop, similar to what she had done the night before. In front of her was a massive hole, apparently freshly dug and well kept. Inside was a little 'nest', if you could call it that. Really, it was just a bunch of gnawed grass thrown into the bottom of the pit used as a bed. And in the grass were two little piles of dust - one the color of an aurora-filled sky, while the other appeared rusty.
Daemetia swished her tail, "Yep! It's nice and warm at night." She gestured to the grass in the bottom, then remembered the dusts. "I found those...well, quite awhile ago. Nothing ever came out of them. But I keep them anyway, they're pretty to look at." With a small jump she landed in the center of the den, swept the dust over to her side and smiled up at Vantrel. "This nest is really comfy! You should try it out."
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 4:47 pm
Vantrel almost crashes into Daemetia as she stops so suddenly! Thankfully, she manages to stop in time. She tilts her head, spotting the dust piles. Hmm... interesting.
She squirms as Daemetia invites her in - the thought of being in such a small space makes her nervous. Still, she slowy slinks in, glancing around as she does. "You.... sure about this...?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:02 pm
"Yep!" She chirps without hesitation, patting the grass next to her. "Is there something wrong? I can always dig more. It's fun! You find all sorts of weird things when you dig, like little spiral shells, and earthworms, and all kinds of bugs." Daemetia could see that Vantrel wasn't very comfortable, but was confused as to why. "You're not allergic to grass, right? This one time, I knew a Dustling who was allergic to grass, and she was so itchy she scratched big parts of her fur off." The half-breed frowned. "It was bad."
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:09 pm
Vantrel shudders at the mention of digging, and practically gags as Daemetia mentions bugs. "I, uh... no, no digging, I'm fine." She crawls in and curls up next to the female, cooing, "Allergic to grass? Really? That's.... really weird."
As the female glances around again, her tail begins to twitch. "It's... warm." She says, trying to be polite. She then nestles her head again the half-breed, as if she needed comforting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:17 pm
She blinks, noting the female's shudder. That was kind of odd. But once Vantrel had gotten down into the pit of grass, she happily curled her tail over her flank, snuggling up against the winged dust. "Where do you come from, anyway?" Daemetia asked the question without looking to the other's face, instead opting to cuddle into her feather-fur sweetly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:32 pm
Vantrel does seem to calm down a little, at least. She still keeps an eye on her surroundings, but at least she's not freaking out. "Hmmm... well, I was born in the desert, somewhere close to an oasis, I believe, with my two brothers." She pauses, seeming to think things over for a long time.
"...I've been told that... we were the children of a demoness named Toril, and..... a dust named Octavian." Her teeth show just a bit as she says her father's name... obviously, there is no love in her heart for him. "He... he was a Half-breed, like you, love. But they abandoned us. My brothers, a demon damed Vespian and a corrupt named Crowley stayed with me for a while... then, when we were older, we went on our own ways. From then on, I've never settled in one space for more than a couple of nights."
There is a distant look in the winged's eyes, as it seems whatever memories that float around in her skull haunt her, and always will. "I... I have never had a home..." She says at last.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:24 pm
Daemetia's fur visibly clings a bit more to her body as she listens to her beloved's tale. She'd never realized the suffering the winged one had gone through. Something was strange, though - she'd never realized that dusts could create others. She thought they all fell from the sky, like the two piles under her. How awful it must've been, to know someone knew you existed and just didn't care.
But the part of her story that made her heart sink down into her belly was this: 'I've never settled in one space for more than a couple of nights.' She'd already spent a night here. How many more would they have together? Or would Vantrel let her accompany her? It was an interesting thought. She'd get to see the world, yes, but...more importantly, she'd get to stay with the dustling that now held her heart in her claws.
Suddenly, though, at the last sentence, the half-breed perked back up. "Well, really, we all have a home, don't we? It's just that your home is the entire world, instead of just a little area, you know?" She beamed brightly, nuzzling at Vantrel's jaw. "And besides, homes are kind of over-rated. If you have a permanent place you don't get to see anything or meet anyone." She had nothing to say about the winged one's odd family situation, since she hadn't had one of her own and new less about it.
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