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 Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 8:31 pm
Rufus frowned at the swing-set in front of him and gathered his feather lined coat more tightly around his torso. Part of him wanted to swing, and part of him knew that it was only his complete and utter boredom that was prompting him to want to try something so... windy.
Truth be told, swinging was fun... if cold.
He frowned harder at the swing and decided that it was worth the discomfort if he could soar through the air, wind in his face scales, tail sailing behind him as if it didn't have a care in the world other than the pursuit of pure joy.
He frowned even harder... if that was even possible.
Then he pushed up his sleeves on his puffy white coat (metaphorically of course) and stepped forward to tackle the swing-set. It was a shame that five minutes later he was still trying to heroically climb up onto the swing... These playground swing-sets were not built for very short people with tails and talons, and Ranald was busy in the sandbox with Kami and Kain.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:23 pm
Cold was something that Athimar quite enjoyed. He preferred it, in fact. The colder he was, the less his fingers stuck together. The colder he was, the easier it was to keep his feet in tact. Admittedly, it didn't take a conscious effort to keep his gelatinous limbs cooperating, but it was much easier to avoid tripping when his feet didn't adhere to the ground.
Today was an excellent temperature. He felt cool, refreshed, chipper, coherent (even though he couldn't have used those precise words to describe the sensation). He felt...invigorated! And like any over-excited little boy on a playground, he was moving as fast as his goopy little feet would carry him in a fruitless attempt to expend some energy. Athimar whooped like a mad fiend as he engaged a tire swing in battle, thwacking mercilessly at the unyielding tire with his wooden sword. Perhaps this opponent was a bit above his current level, he decided approximately thirty seconds later, after making absolutely no progress with the tire. He needed a foe more his own size...
Wide green eyes searched the playground for a feasible target, and soon settled on a swing set not far away. Those swings were much more reasonable! A good thwack from his sword would send them flying, no problem! But...what was that? The swings were already under attack from...a dinosaur?! But was this dinosaur friend or foe? Perhaps the swing was just a helpless victim! Athimar hurried to its rescue, shouting wordless challenges as he hurtled with squishy steps towards the dinosaur. As he neared, he drew back his wooden sword, whipped it forward--and halted his hand with the sword tip an inch from poor Rufus's tail as it occurred to him that such a greeting was incredibly rude, and might very well get him eaten if it was actually a dinosaur (although, for a dinosaur, it was awfully tiny). He settled for poking at the dinosaur's tail with the wooden sword. "Oioioi, swings always win inna wrestling match. Can't pull 'em out of the sky, way too strong. But if you make 'em dizzy enough, they'll cry uncle!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:44 pm
Rufus was laying on his stomach on the swing when Athimar approached. When he felt the tip of the sword touch his tail and heard the 'greeting' of the other he leaned forward more and regarded the other from his upside down position.
"What?" He hadn't understood a word the other had said... well actually, he understood the words, just not what they meant when they were all mashed up together like that.
He sighed and slid backwards off the swing, relinquishing his hard earned hold on it. "I didnin understan you." The other child had almost see through skin and Rufus had the feeling that if he reached out and poked the other boy that his finger would sink into his liquidy skin.
The raptor-boy didn't have all that much experience with other children who weren't Kami or Kain, and he found himself wondering if the other boy would be bossy like Kami, or quiet like Kain.... judging by the greeting, though, it was probably the former.
"You haf big hair." He said it matter of factly, neither insult nor compliment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:05 pm
"Yes," he agreed brightly, neither offended nor puzzled by the statement. "I do. But it's not -really- hair," Athimar patiently explained. With a quick jab, he shoved his wooden sword tip-first into the ground, then grabbed either side of his orange mane and demonstrated the styling abilities of his not-hair. He twisted and spun the mane up like a soft-serve ice cream cone, then pulled it up and out into chunky fraggle-pigtails, and finally 'smoothed' the mess back into its typical bushy mop.
"Anyway," he continued, already bored with his hair. "Y'aren't a very good swinger, huh? Me either. Swings make my feet go all tingly, like they're falling off." Something about the wind, Athimar assumed. Wind by itself wasn't much better, except that his feet were firmly anchored on the ground when it was windy. "Tire swings not too bad, though. You should try that one...'cept I already killed it today, so maybe it needs t' heal up first."
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:20 pm
Rufus watched, fascinated, while Athimar demonstrated his hair's unique abilities and even ran a chubby little hand over his own completely hairless head. Ranald said he was cute with his little star trek captain head... but Ranald was strange.
He glanced over at the tire swing as Athimar suggested it, but it occurred to the raptor child that it would present the same problems as the normal swings. "I can't get up on 'em." He sighed and gestured to the swing that he'd just gotten off of. "I get my hands in and I can't get my feet in, but I get my feets in and I can't get my tail in." He huffed and threw both his hands up in the air suddenly. "I amn't made for swinging cause I can't sit on the swing at all."
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