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 Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 9:03 pm
She'd seen them moving around for a while now, small little creatures with vivid colorings that squeaked as they went about their daily routine. At first they were easy enough to ignore since she'd only seen one or two but as the day progressed they started venturing out in little groups of three or four she found her eyes following them. Savior was curious as to what they were, obviously nothing that was a threat to her safety, and soon the Marrowstripe was on hands and knees as she scampered after the little creatures. They'd squeaked in protest as she caught one of them, its furry little body so strange in her hands, though after a few moments of time her grip tightened and the little body went limp in her hands.
Oops.
Now terrified and holding something that rapidly became an object Savior could not be around the monster tossed the dead creature as far from her as she could, quickly returning to the task of hunting down the others. She hoped she'd learn from her lesson from the first (six) attempt(s) though with Savior's track record at remembering things it seemed highly unlikely.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 8:29 am
It was another blustery October day, and Tsetsiliya was setting out once again, basket in hand, for new plants. She knotted her scarf tightly to ensure the wind wouldn't blow it away and took off for her normal perusal between the dorms. This time, she wandered towards the monster dorms. She had not properly checked this area before and was looking forward to any new discoveries.
What she did not expect, however, was the crunching sound from beneath her boot. Pulling it away in surprise, her eyes widened at the sight of a dead minipet.
"Yeagh!" She nearly toppled over in surprise, a hand clutched to her chest. "O-oh.." After a moment to catch her breath from the shock, she returned her gaze to the dead creature. Tucking her skirt beneath her knees, she knelt down and poked at it with a long nail. Poor thing looked as though it had been crushed.
But look! Her eye had not wandered much further than the first discovery when she had found another dead one just a few short inches away. The depressing little trail continued until the poludnica rested eyes on a girl with clay-colored skin, leaping and pawing at the minipets. Well, that explained the trail.
"I.. I am not thinking you should be.. handling them like.. like that.." This girl was quite odd, and so.. underdressed! Wasn't she cold? Tsetsiliya watched her with more confusion than wariness, her eyes traveling to the trail of dead kushis that led to this newcomer.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:17 am
It was actually a bit distressing for the Marrowstripe that everything she was getting hold of seemed to be crushed easily beneath her fingers, her hands covered with minipet blood and the space between her nails packed with flesh and fur, and although it seemed as though she was content to leave a trail of bodies in her wake she was slowly refining her methods. Of course by "refining" meant Savior'd stopped squeezing quite as hard though the poor minipets seemed the worse off for it. She'd been bitten at least twice but the pain hadn't registered and still she kept on hunting and trying to catch the small and colorful creatures.
Her reign of terror (to the minipets only, Savior wasn't scaring herself) ended as soon as a voice graced the monster's ears and she turned her head over, pales eyes taking in the speaker. Savior had met so few students at the school mostly do to her erratic behavior and the fact everyone seemed to have their own agendas but every now and then someone would stumble across her and she across them. It was a bit odd for someone to directly approach her for anything (she'd forgotten her previous two interactions, both of which had vastly different outcomes) but at the very least she wasn't wary. In fact her curiosity was taking over and it could have been said that she was suddenly. . . attached?
"Youse." Savior got to her feet, for she'd been on her hands and knees, and made her way over to the speaking figure. They smelled like something she couldn't place but rather enjoyed, the scent a far cry from her citrus that on warm days smelled harsh. This stranger's scent smelled welcoming and inviting leaving Savior a bit of self-control issues in regards to not just. . . touching them like the little bit. "Wut."
Savior likely meant to say 'why', as she'd understood a bit of the command in the statement, but alas! Vocabulary.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:25 am
Tsetsiliya blinked. This ghoul was quite obviously new (at least she had never seen her), even judging by how she treated the poor kushis.. but perhaps she was foreign too. Most of the foreign students, herself included, had been schooled in the common tongue since an early enough age, so that only a few pieces of vocabulary and accents remained from their other languages. This one, however.. the poludnica couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Despite killing a few of the minipets, the ghoul didn't seem particularly threatening, but rather like a child who played too hard with their toys.
"I-if you are wanting.. to catch them.. perhaps you are not to be squeezing so hard?" She wasn't sure if the ghoul understood what she had said (she gave no indication so far to have understood her earlier), so perhaps example was her best bet. The demoness reached into her basket, where a few dried remnants of plants lay at the bottom. Hopefully the kushis liked plants well enough. She bent down and lay some by the burrows that they were coming out of, and as soon as she backed away, a couple of them ventured out to sniff at the dried leaves. She turned towards Savior with a timid, hopeful smile. "Perhaps this way is.. easier, a little bit?"
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