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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 4:00 pm
 A cave within a jagged outcropping of rock surrounded by lush tall trees provided enough shelter for Glasere to live in comfort. It had taken her a long time to find such a home, a place where the sun could not reach her and cause her discomfort. She often wondered why she had left her original home in the snowcapped mountains far to the west. The constant flurries of snow and the daily cloud cover made living there perfect for her. She sighed as her blue paw poked at a rock within her den. She had come here because even though the mountains were lovely she was often times very lonely. She had been told there were others like her in the mountains but she had never found any. Those with horns of ice, a tree on their back and an aversion to direct sunlight, that had been what they were called. She was unique in many ways but at times she wished she could trade it all for even a slice of normality. She spent most of the day hours sleeping and would go out at night but even then if someone spotted her they would have a strange reaction. She looked menacing what with her fangs and long black claws but in truth she was just awkward and lonely. Many mistook her appearance for being in direct relation to her personality, frigid and cold. She was neither of these things; mostly she was worried about her appearance and self conscious about the hissing in her speech due to her long fangs.
The sun was just beginning to drop below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of oranges, reds, and glorious pinks. She was able to poke her head out and watch without feeling uncomfortable for the light was not nearly as intense. Her deep blue eyes focused on the colorful clouds and a small smile curved up around her fangs. Her tail wagged happily, brushing against the sparkling white tree on her back a few times before settling down a little. For a moment she was able to forget her loneliness and think on something else, something beautiful and warm.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:27 pm
Playing was the one thing that gave him joy in the world, letting him express everything he could not express when speaking, because few would understand his native tongue and he spoke often in a terrible scheme of rhyme rather than speaking straight forward. So he preferred to remain a silent and stoic type, and music allowed him to do that without ever uttering a word. In this moment, he was happiest watching the sun go down, his small wings flicked, the trick he'd learned long ago paying off very well as he tread on his hind legs and played with his front paws. Yes, he was walking, his tail a useful weight to keep his body from tipping over. He didn't notice anyone around, so he began to attempt a new trick, skipping on his hind legs rather than just walking. His wings twitched whenever he made a misstep, but he continued, one day it was his goal to play and dance upon his hind legs.
He made quite the picture against the fading sunlight, a red male, with a broken horn, playing a flute, one might have mistaken him for a satyr of legend rather than a strange noodle.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:52 pm
A strange sound unlike any other she had ever heard in the past caused her ears to p***k up. For a moment she thought better of following the noise but as it continued she found herself curious and desiring to know what the source was. Lifting herself from the earthen floor of her refuge she poked her head tentatively out to discern whether or not the sun was going to be a bother to her. Though it hadn’t fully fallen beneath the horizon she felt no unwelcoming sensation and therefore stepped out from her hiding place and made her way cautiously in the direction of the sound. She could tell it was musical because of the lilts she heard here and there but she could not tell what was making it. When she used to live in the mountains she would hear music but it most often was made by pounding on something she had known to be called drums. This was something of an entirely different nature, it was more high pitched and precise.
Careful not to allow the tree on her back to become snagged on anything she made her way through the undergrowth of the forest. The sound was growing louder as was her own heartbeat, what was she to encounter this evening? Was it something threatening or something welcoming? She slowed her steps when she was sure the source was only a few feet away, through a patch of blackberry bushes. With a quick inner pep talk she edged into the bushes and found a comfortable peep hole through which to gaze out. What she saw caused her eyes to widen and her head to tilt in confusion. There was a creature, much like herself only he was on two legs as opposed to four and playing a long, thin musical instrument of some kind. She hadn’t ever seen such a thing! Keeping herself well hidden she watched, smiling and unknowingly swaying to the tune. At this time she hadn’t noticed that the white tree on her back had gotten tangled up in some of the branches of the bush and was pulling them back and forth as she moved.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 4:47 pm
He wasn't much for paying attention to what went on around him, so the shaking of the bush went unnoticed as he continued to move with the music as he'd seen humans do so often, a skip here, a hop there,sure it was awkward, but with practice he'd be an expert, and then he'd make bank. And he'd prove to his old master he wasn't some one trick pony...as the term went.
His smirk grew as he came to a part where he was to speak, and in time with the song's rhythm he spoke in rhyme, "Ladies and Gents, you watched the show, if you'd not mind spare a few pence, if not I thank ye Anyhow." With that he hummed a few bars of a tune, then picked up his flute to play again, the song a faster paced one, his feet moving faster with it, a few more trips than previously, but still in time. He was dancing a jig, and enjoying himself quite a bit, Though he was feeling alone, it was quite a time for him to enjoy, not having to worry about his performance and just enjoying the music.
With a final flourish of flute, he launched himself into a flip. Usually one was supposed to land on their feet, however he missed rather terribly, and landed flat on his back. Luckily he landed in a decently sized bush, rather than the rock he would have hit a few moments ago. A prehensile tail often came in handy when you screwed up something.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 5:23 pm
A smile painted her normally calm countenance as she watched him perform, her body still swaying to the music. She didn’t remember the last time she had gotten such joy out of something, certainly the drums had kept her occupied but the happy melody and his unusual movements had her attempting to stifle giggles here and there. Her small movement which could be called dancing under the right circumstances came to a halt as he spoke and her ears once again quirked up to catch what he was saying. He was speaking as though he were performing in front of an audience which made her wonder how many he had interacted with and how many had been able to enjoy this show. Her thoughts were deterred as the music started once again and her head bobbed in unison. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to become completely engrossed in the tune. Up in the mountains one rarely saw anything of this caliber, mainly those who lived up their kept to themselves. It was much too cold to be out and about for many who were not built for frigid whether as she was.
When the music stopped she opened her eyes to watch in wonder as he leapt off of the ground. Just as she was wondering what he was attempting to execute her body froze as did her mind. He was coming right at her and at this rate she knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop. In a last ditch effort she fell to her belly just in time to hear him crash into the bush above her head. With a nervous expression she looked up to see she was right beneath his back, the branches had stopped him from crashing through. She thought a moment about slinking away but at the same time she had wished for someone to keep her company. Clearing her throat with what sounded something like a squeak she spoke in a very soft and cool tone. “Is that what you were planning to do?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 5:36 pm
Mordiggan had crashed thoroughly, and ended up look at evening sky. He sighed, not his intention, then he about jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice from under him seemingly. He scrambled to roll off the bush without breaking his tail or his harp, and skittered backwards, panting. Someone had seen him practicing. Oh that was rich. The question hung in the air like a strangely pertinent icicle that dangled precariously above one's head before dropping down and impaling you.
"Planned not in the slightest, though I must say in fail it was mightiest." He cursed internally, wishing somehow he could break the habit of speaking like a fool-hardy jester, "And what bringst thou here, come to laugh and jeer?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 6:49 pm
She hadn’t meant to frighten him but she had and his fright in turn frightened her. Once he had stepped back she pulled further back into the bushes, her own mind swirling. So much had happened in such a short amount of time and she hadn’t had much time at all to react. Tucking her tail beneath her she crouched down her own fear causing her to attempt to hide. She didn’t think he was any threat but she had been startled by everything. She listened to him speak and took note of his unique language patterns, she thought them rather eloquent and different. When he asked if she had come to laugh at him she shook her head but realized she was still hidden away.
“N-no.” She fumbled, scolding herself for sounding so simple minded in comparison. Clearing her throat she straightened up and forced herself to step forward out of the bush in which she was hiding. Rocking back on her haunches she came to a sitting position a few feet away from him, the branches of the tree she carried resting on the ground. “I heard your song and followed it until I chanced upon you. I didn’t mean to intrude…” Her eyes went to her paws as she drew a small circle in the dirt with one. “I was enjoying your performance, not mocking it.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 1:40 pm
He watched in some awe as a strange looking female with a shock of blue and white hair emerged, though the strangest thing was the tree that seemed to grow or perhaps she wore it...whatever it was she was surely an odd thing he stared at. But the horns of ice and the long fang like protrusions from her mouth did not assist in him feeling comfortable. Mostly the canines and their immense size offset him. But when she spoke she was polite...seemingly civil and not mocking him. That was a good sign.
"Glad the performance you could enjoy, I've often been told I play well on this toy." He gestured with the flute, a small smirk on his face as he sat down himself, appearing a little more relaxed, "I'm a visitor here, coming from far and near, what of you? Enjoying a new view?" He hoped that soon enough he'd be ale to talk with her as a normal noodle but until he relearned normal conversation patterns, he'd be stuck in his rhyming scheme.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 12:07 pm
Though a small amount of tension was still buzzing through the air she could feel the sinews of her muscles relaxing one by one as time passed. All at once she realized that perhaps she appeared a tad more menacing to him then he to her. She had often felt that her appearance accounted for much of her time being spent alone. Fangs, horns and claws usually were the signs of danger but she did not like to harm or frighten anyone, quite the predicament she often attempted to address. Even though insecurities flashed through her mind she kept her posture and focused on him as he spoke. The only thing she could do now was to convince him she did not intent to harm or frighten him. They were off to a positive start seeing as how he was still there speaking with her.
Her breathing came a little easier as he settled himself into a more comfortable position, telling her he wasn’t bracing himself to run the second she flashed her fangs in an odd way. She turned her attention on the flute and a small smile curved the corners of her maw upward. “I have heard music before but never like that and I certainly have never chanced across an object like the one you play.” She looked from the flute up to him. “You are very talented at it so those who have told you so are correct.” She had been told once or twice that her own method of conversing was unusual, something about her language being too flowery or complex. She felt at ease around him, knowing that both of them had a different and unique way of speaking. “I have come a long way as well, from the snowcapped mountains far to the south. I am enjoying this new world I have come across though at times it can be admittedly lonely. I am very grateful to have come across you, for now I have someone to speak with.” Her tail wagged a little as she spoke the last part. “Where did you learn your magnificent tricks?”
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