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 Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 11:21 am
It was another beautiful day in the forest and all seemed perfectly still. Loki had set out on yet another adventure, this time to gather berries to make flavored tea, and was wearing his "run around" clothes. He fidgeted with the t-shirt and cargos he had put on and heaved a soft sigh. Why did people call these comfortable? His legs were so constricted! But, he knew he couldn't let any of his Yukatas get berry juice on them, so he trudged along in a semi-irritated manor. The sooner he got this task done, the sooner he could go back to being pantless and comfortable.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 6:36 pm
A tan palm scrubbed muddy tangles of hair from the girl's face as she staggered forward, eyes dizzy and unfocused after last night's poor attempt at sleep - and the night before that, and so forth. The dark circles beneath her amber eyes attested to the lack of sleep, and between the shredded, stained clothing and the twigs and leaves stuck throughout her mane of hair, the Whimsicott looked a sight. There was no doubt in her mind that she would find a soul kind enough to look past her feisty disposition and consider the nature of her physical condition, which was on the down slope since she'd left her trainer. One stubby-fingered hand tried to run through the length of her once fluffy and enviable curls, only for them to snag and tangle in the nest she called 'hair'.
"Augh!" Her cry of frustration echoed around the nearly-silent glade that she'd found herself in and, with that last cry, the blonde fell against the nearest tree trunk and slid to its base, mane of hair settling around her like a warm winter coat. Though the weather had warmed considerably since the harsh winter months, there was a nostalgic comfort in being bundled within the warmth of her plush fur, feeling small and chubby as she'd been so many months before, before she'd run off.
Unbidden, the brown-skinned girl found her vision swimming, eyes filling with tears. A soft gasp passed her lips and she scrubbed aggressively at the tears, trying to dismiss them and succeeding only in irritating her eyes more. In her frustration, a quiet sob bubbled forth from her, and she suddenly wondered who it was she was hiding her tears from. Judging by the silence, there wasn't a soul around for miles, and certainly no one who was going to drop from the sky and judge her for her tears. Falling into the welcoming pit of self-defeat, the chubby girl let her head fall into her knees, shoulders quivering as she cried shamelessly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:47 pm
Loki wasn't too far down the path from Fleur when she cried out and dropped his berry basket and threw his hands in the air. "Naaah!" He cried, startled. Turquoise eyes whipped around and eventually his form relaxed, nothing had come to attack him. However, before he could collect his basket again, the sound of sobbing caught his attention. "Someone must be in trouble!" He exclaimed, twisting to head in the direction that the sobs were coming from.
He hooked a turn around a nearby tree and saw Fleur crying, his ears pinning backwards. This poor girl! She looked terrible! What could have made her so upset? He had to help her!
"Excuse me, miss," He said, kneeling beside her. "I heard your distress from around the corner, do you need help?" He paused to move her hair out of her eyes so he could get a better view of her face only to notice the state of her clothing. "Oh, dear! You look terrible!" He cried. "You need some new clothes and some TLC, pronto!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 3:25 pm
The moment that footsteps struck Fleur's pointed ears, her eyes went wide, flicking all around to find the source of the sound before she made herself known. Though there was shock in her face as she gazed at the first other transformed Poke'mon she had seen, it was a greater concern for her to scrub at her eyes and face, trying to rid herself of the teary look, despite how red her eyes remained. As the other... Poke'human knelt, she got to her feet, trying to look aloof as she pulled leaves and bits of twig out of her mane of hair.
“No, I don't need any help. I'm just f-fine.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, Fleur cursed herself for the hitch in her voice, just enough of a stutter to prove that she was lying, and poorly at that. The hand that brushed her hair away made the girl stiffen, eyes growing wide and forehead wrinkling in distaste. Yet as she lifted a hand to smack it away, it had already moved away. The girl's speech confused her, shoulders tensing as she took a brief glance at the sorry state of her own clothing. She supposed that could do with replacing... “...what's a 'TLC'?”
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