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fallingUPstairs__x x Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 8:29 pm
Fakir loved going down to the pier. Loved, loved, loved it, loved it more than any other place in the world. It was calm and peaceful when not too many people were around, and looking at the sea always helped him to think of good stories to write. Even when there were people there, they were interesting enough that they didn't bother him, as long as they didn't try to talk to him or ask him where his mom was. Like he knew, or cared. He always came here when his house got too lonely, so his mom didn't even know he came here. Which was partially the point.
At the moment, Fakir was watching the waves lap up against the wood, pen hovering over his paper as he let his mind wander. Today was disappointing in terms of interesting people; as in, there weren't any. The little insect boy fluttered his wings restlessly as he wondered how much he could write about water. Probably not much...
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 3:15 am
It was often, if ever, that Tianlong would be caught near so much water. Due to who he was, what he was, he hated the stuff and avoided it like it were a terrible plague upon the world... but, because he was a bit of a pushover where Mytho was concerned, here he was. Water, so much of the damn stuff, and he was stuck this close to it. He wanted nothing more then to turn around and slither for home but... well... he would do his best to get passed his hatred of water to allow his little charge to play.
Mytho was currently wandering ahead a bit, bare feet padding against the ground, as he followed after a line of large white birds, they were called swans if Tianlong recalled right. They were pretty things and if nothing else they didn't seem to mind to much that they were getting followed around, though from time to time they would hiss at others that got to close. Apparently Mytho was lucky? That or even the birds seemed to understand that the poor, special boy was no threat and they didn't want to tease him? He was leaning toward the latter, he knew that animals were supposed to have strong senses so they must know that Mytho was... different, that his mind and body didn't match up even in the least bit.
Poor, special Mytho... but it was alright, he was here to look after him, keep him safe, and keep the weirdos away that might want to mess with him. If anyone tried Tianlong was likely to rip the person's arm off to beat them to death with it he thought to himself in a dark, morbid manner before his attention was back on the boy he was patting one of the large birds on the head before they headed into the water, "Do not follow them, Mytho, you can't swim." He said in a stern tone when he realized the boy was about to try just that.
Mytho turned to stare at Tianlong for a long, drawn out moment, then nodded, not saying a word as he watched the birdies swim off toward deeper waters where he wasn't allowed to follow. Such a shame... he felt such a strange kinship with them, something he was far to young minded to understand. Instead of following he plopped down on the ground near the water, watching them as they got smaller and smaller as they left him behind.
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