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 Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 10:38 pm
 The forest was bright today. Yet he could not see the colors. He painted away, using his other senses, touch, hearing, smell, and taste. That's how he saw life. Though the eyes of his other senses. The blind man worked on a scene, a pond in autumn, with small carp and goldfish within. Taking his time to maneuver his brushes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 7:31 pm
 Be it rain or shine she danced for dancing was her potent soul. Even within the bright rays of the day the simple yet dark elf named Nukpana never seemed to cease her rituals. While she preferred the darkness more with the firelight as her guide the sun was equally effective. As her feet danced, she moved in circles and strange designs carrying her further without her knowledge as her eyes stayed firmly shut.
Finally she opened them...
Her surroundings were quite different and color filled her perception. Color as in a painting that her keen eyes drew into her soul. "Beautiful" she murmured watching the artist at work. Nukpana was never an outward type for she was genuinely shy but she crept in closer with little hesitation.
"I've never witnessed beauty such as this. Where is this place?" she asked wondering why he was so diligent in his work never turning his head to look at her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:15 pm
"Hm? Who goes there?" he asked. The blind man turning his head around, his ears perked up to search for the intruder. Cautious as he mostly lived alone. His fingers fumbled with the brushes lightly, catching them as he looked around through his blind eyes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:06 pm
Nukpana flinched with a start as her eyes widened for the man that was the soul of the painting had noticed her finally. She was tempted to run away but the pigmented colors filled her curious soul with a strange warmth. Regaining her confidence she spoke again, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt you. Its just your painting, it intrigued me is all"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:15 am
"Oh?" he asked her with a light untrusting grumble. Standing up, his ears perked up as he tried to lsiten to where she was. his hands feeling out as he tried to find her, feeling her ears first and then her face. "And Elf?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:30 pm
The dark elf held her breath as he moved toward her ready to flee if he should mean any harm. Her eyes watching him intently as he reached out to feel her ears then her face. She stood there in shock as she had never met another fae that was so curious about her before. "Yyess I am. Does it make you weary of me?" she asked feeling that her interruption might of not been the best intention.
She had no idea what this fae was up to either for baddies were known to cause trouble. Given the fact so were dark elves in similar nature when they wanted to be. "Have you always painted scenes like that one?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:03 pm
The Baddie went back to his seat. "Well, more or less." he replied to her. shrugging it off lightly. Feeling for his brushes again and fixing up his painting. "It's not easy though." he replied to her. He couldn't see, that's why he was so wary of newcomers, even the goodies. "I make portraits sometimes, though I have to do what I have to."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 12:32 pm
She watched him wondering how he coped day in and day out with no sight of the things to guide him as they did her. She opted to close her eyes when the rhythm of dance spoke her her but that was different. Curiously the dark elf watched him return to his seat wondering why he wasn't evicting her out of his home. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Not everything is perfect nor is it exquisite as most think", she spoke moving in a slight bit closer, "I myself dance because its what my soul was born to do. I'm different from the others of my kind...." She smiled a bit thinking how they were equally alike in art yet so different.
"Portraits?" she murmured as her delicate hand rested upon her chest, "Then you are able to see by touch and sound correct? My dance is merely like a heartbeat that leads me to new places. Others think I am a bit odd in what I do.." She looked around at the surroundings as her ears flicked, "Could you paint something purely by sound if I danced for you? I've always been curious to see what I feel deep within the darkness of my soul."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:41 pm
"You want me to paint something based on sound?" he asked. Thinking about it lightly. He turned to her wondering what she had wanted though. "What song is it?" he asked her. "And portraits...yeah, I can paint portraits through my other senses, touch... hearing... smell. Just don't expect 100% accuracy." he replied to her with a shrug. "Why does the dance make you different then?" he asked her. Turning to her once more.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 7:27 am
She watched him intently loosing her inhibitions of fear in his presence. To her dance wasn't merely a past time it was her soul embedded in a beautiful rhythm which she portrayed with her movements and satisfaction.
"Music lies in the soul. Same as your art does...." she responded as her ears twitched, "You have to open the door to the music which comes naturally for me. I will however hum what I am feeling to give you an idea". She then paused and looked around, "Have you any sort of bell I could use? It would indeed give you the inspiration you need as well". Nukpana knew it wouldn't be perfect but what comes from the soul is something not taken lightly. Though he couldn't see she was certain he would feel through her movements.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 10:08 pm
"Bell....No. I don't have one." he replied to her. Feeling around, he stood up and shuffled cautiously towards where he kept a few of his supplies, taking out a few empty jars. "Fill them with water if you want." he replied to her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:14 pm
She watched him curiously yet even in his state her internal voice screamed to be wary of him. Perhaps it was her blood that coursed through her veins she wasn't sure. Pondering for a moment she reached into her hidden pouch producing two bells as she tied them to her ankles.
"I forgot I packed two with me" she murmured reaching out to take the jars, Alright. Once I return I will dance for you" Her ears twitched as she pivoted on her heel with two distinct chimes heading toward a water source her ears were picking up on. Kneeling down gently she filled each carefully then returned.
"Here's is your water. Shall I let you prepare before we begin?" she queried feeling overjoyed she could dance again yet for him this time.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:04 am
The male nodded as he had set up another canvas this time. Placing the water up by his side and also his paints and various berries and other ingredients he used for his paints. His tail swishing lightly, curious of what music she brings. His ears alert and his brush on his lap as he waited.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 6:45 pm
Nukpana waited as he prepared himself for this portrait of unknown identity. When satisfied she closed her eyes and began to move slowly. Letting her foot slide outward she breathed outward as her arms began to sway like water. Each movement she resonated was accompanied by a bell. Her body was lithe as she moved smooth into each turn and movement. Just as she had spoken once hand before, her dance became her soul and vice versa. The bells were the picture as she moved this way and that never once opening her eyes to see what he was creating. No one but the darkness was there with her now as she swept herself into its loving embrace. Spinning off and on sometimes she even became a wild cat or deer in her motions. It truly was beautiful yet dark and mysterious.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:16 pm
He began to paint once the music started. Crushing the berries and rocks into the water. Dipping his brushes into the water. weaving a flowing yet light picture. The paint now similar to watercolor, painting the flowing figure of the dancer as he listened to her dance. Graceful, flexible, beautiful. Letting the music take him.
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