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 Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:28 am
"Come on! You lousy, stupid, good for nothin'...We're almost there." His Housoul, Wishbone, was easily distracted. By everything. In spite of all his grumbling, he backtracked to give the Housoul a shoulder scratch.
Wolfram liked nature. It didn't give him warm fuzzies or anything, but it was big and powerful and loud in ways he could appreciate. Wishbone wandered forward again, up and over the last hill to the secluded swimming spot.
There. Finally, he could get some alone-time in the great outdoors. He surveyed the glittering waterfall, slick boulders, deep water, and...flash of color? On one of the rocks! His rocks!
"Hey, what are you doing in my spot?" He growled.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:44 am
Ahhh…yes. This would do quite nicely. Lying out in the sun and basking in its endless warmth was always a personal favorite of the peculiar gal known as Masquerade. Her long, silver hair was pooled beneath her rainbow figure as her wing, both leathery and feathery, flapped air into her mask-covered face. She was already a tad dark-skinned, but that didn’t stop her from tanning.
Out of seemingly nowhere she heard a gruff voice. Curiously, she opened her eyes and sat up just enough to see who had called out to her. Upon taking in the rather odd-looking male (at least, it looked like a male…could have been a manly chick) she felt a playful smile seize her expression. Far from intimidated, much less uncomfortable, she rolled onto her belly and swished her tails in the air.
“Is that any way to speak to a lady, fella’?” she asked, her voice a silken purr. “Besides, I was here first.” Her ears flickered as she cupped her chin in both hands, her stare never once leaving the stranger in front of her. “Although…I could use some company. Whadaya say?” Her green-painted lips upturned all the more, turning her smile into a naughty smirk.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:12 am
Definitely a guy. Wolfram didn't have wings to make an aggressive show, so he let his balled, metal fists do the talking. Until the clump of color rolled over and revealed itself to be...maybe the most attractive thing he had ever seen.
No. He stomped down on the attitude 180, attempting a 360 and just getting dizzy. He renewed his sharp-toothed snarl. This was his spot. It didn't matter if some fluffy, hour-glassed figure broad with electric legs and hypnotizingly green lips... he was veering off the subject at hand, again.
"You heard me, Feathers. Uh...get lost?" He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 12:10 pm
“Feathers?” Masquerade feigned a dramatic gasp as she sat up, setting a hand over her exposed chest. “I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.” Pulling herself up in a rather provocative way, she stretched out her limbs and then sashayed over to the tough guy. She was a few inches shorter than him, but that didn’t stop the confident flirt from popping his personal space bubble.
“You see, most guys notice my feathers last,” she explained, peering at him with interest. “They’re far too busy staring at my big, firm…mask.”
Although she didn’t know this male, she was messing with him as if they were good friends. He was probably capable of shredding her to bits and pieces, and here she was, completely comfortable, teasing him without a care in the world. “What’s a cute brute like you doing around here?” She began to circle him like a hungry bird, inspecting his body.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 12:54 pm
"I'm not a gentleman," he blustered, "so...so keep your paws to yourself. I'm not interested in whatever you've got that's big and firm. And not that it's any of your business, but I was taking Stupid over there for a walk." He stayed ramrod-straight, shaking with what was probably contained rage.
Also, pretty nocts made him nervous.
The Housoul, in defiance of its owner, was cheerful-looking with a big silly cap and a foggy rainbow aura. It sniffed at a rock importantly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 1:09 pm
If Masquerade’s eyes were visible beneath the bright whiteness of her mask, he might have seen her gaze flicker over to the curious creature that was sniffing at a rock.
“Are you sure he wasn’t walking you?” she asked, flicking her tails against his thigh. Then, without saying anything else, she walked over to the Housoul. “What a beautiful creature. I feel as if we fit.”
She reached out a hand and gently raked her long nails over the back of his crimson mane. In the process of doing so, she peeked at her uptight companion over her bare shoulder, smirking yet again. “Should you feel the desire to be stroked as well, I'm perfectly capable of performing the task. ♥”
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 1:36 pm
"Hey, who said you could- that's my dumb familiar!" The litany of his things was getting repetitive. But the other Noct seemed set on not respecting his personal belongings. Or boundaries. And you had to be straight with this stuff or other Nocts got the wrong idea about who was in charge of the situation.
"Of course you'd like him. You sound like my brother. Just because he's covered in rainbows and girly crap. He's really uh, a vicious killer. That bites. You'd better step back before you lose something important."
Wishbone rolled over, tail wagging slowly. The only thing he was eating up was the attention.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 1:54 pm
Both familiar and colorful girl alike ignored the words of caution. Instead, Masquerade helped herself to rubbing the delightful creature’s tummy. When she was finished she returned to the male’s side and casually folded her arms across her chest.
“However are we going to be friends if you keep acting so hostile towards me? Tsk,” she chirped. Her wing flicked out and then playfully flapped against his metal arm, creating an interesting clinking sound.
In truth, she was very much intrigued by this Noct. He was by far the most unusual one she’d seen as far as appearances went. Then again, she herself wasn’t one to judge based on looks – not when she resembled a bowl of fruit. “You may call me Masquerade.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 2:33 pm
Wishbone was docile, and soaked up the bellyrubs, nowhere close to biting anything. As she left, he stayed in that position, ogling the water upsidedown.
Wolfram stood tall as she flicked him, growling like a lawnmower.
"Look, lady, I don't- ...oh. Uh, Masquerade, huh? That's a pretty-" he stopped that sentence in its tracks, "....pretty awful," he grumbled. "Also none of your business. But I'm Wolfram." He tried not to watch the entrancing way she moved. He wasn't doing a good job at it. Clearly she was some kind of brute-gypsy, using witchy rainbow magic on him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 2:45 pm
“Wolfram.” Masquerade spoke the name as if it were a love spell of sorts. Well, it certainly suited him. She couldn’t possibly expect for his name to be ‘Fluffy’ or ‘Cuddles’. Interested, she repeated the name again and shivered in delight when it tasted like a foreign delicacy on her tongue.
She had to have him. She would have him. But not yet.
“I believe I’m done playing with you for the day,” she suddenly stated, turning away from him and walking forward into the bush. “You may go.” She’d gotten a splendid first taste. The rest would come in slow increments.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 3:07 pm
Wolfram just watched her go, dumbfounded. He wanted to come back with a smart retort. About her stupid, perfect, retreating waistline. He was too distracted by it to think of anything.
At least he'd shown her who was boss, right? Right.
He was going to enjoy the pool, like he'd planned on, and he'd never have to worry about stupid beautiful waterfall sirens ever again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:49 pm
SOMETIME LATER.
The Bat's Meow Bar was not the most refined of establishments. There was always trash on the floor, and fights happened on a regular basis. It was not well air-conditioned, so the temperature stayed hot. Everything was in a foggy cloud of cigarette smoke, and the beer was cheap.
In short, Wolfram liked it.
He wasn't here for the beer, though. He wasn't even here for the girls, although a little chatting in between sets never hurt anyone. He was here to shred.
Unfortunately, the sound system was as crappy as the rest of the place, and his bandmates just wanted to get paid. He played a wicked guitar sweep for the ratty speakers, eating the mic and growling about the fury of the angels and glory of the thunder to a bored audience.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 8:55 pm
Perched on a table, rather than a chair, Masquerade watched the makeshift stage intently. Through the smoky haze and dim lighting she was quite the spectacle. Her neon colors shown through like nothing else, catching the eye of many a Noct.
She sipped at some strange concoction that had been bought by an admirer as she listened to the guttural lyrics that pierced through the sound of conversation. This bar wasn’t exactly her choice of place, but it was better than getting her kicks elsewhere.
It was by fate and fate alone that she chose to stop by when Wolfram was performing. Ensnared by his musical talent, she didn’t wish to leave. When he was finished with his act she planned on greeting him. She’d missed her plaything, after all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:27 pm
Wolfram finished the set, sweaty and leaning away from the microphone like a prophet coming out of a dark vision. He wiped his face on his tunic, which was soaked any way, then unhooked his guitar and stormed over to the bar for a drink.
"Sprite," he growled, taking one of the available seats and still too blinkered to notice Masquerade right beside him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:47 pm
It didn’t bother Masquerade that her little ducky hadn’t noticed her right off the bat. Everything came in good time. Sipping at her fruity little drink, she hopped down from the bar and sat beside Wolfram. After she crossed her long, luscious legs, she leaned in a bit closer.
“That was a lovely performance, Wolfy,” she began. “I don’t think they heard you in the back, though.” She was teasing, as usual, but there was something more affectionate about it this time around.
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