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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 5:19 pm
 Pasha hurried to a stop just outside the shack door she shared with Chini and wiggled through the hole at the bottom of the wood door. Grinning, she set her little pack down, reaching in and taking out a single grape, eyeing it for a moment before popping it into her mouth and savoring its sweet juice with every chew. The little pink demon glanced around, seeing her friend absent and figuring Chini was out doing her own thing, as both had very busy schedules of thieving to complete! So instead, Pasha took to making sure all their belongings were as they had been when they left.
But first, she'd check her own personal stash. Naturally of course, her things came first.
Waddling over to a broke pot in which she kept things, she spotted her plushie nestled among her crystal shards on top of the purple fabric she had found the other day.Still there, good! She then began counting her crystal shards she intended to do something with some day.....thwee, fouah, faiv.....eleventy..nine....two'dy twee! she counted in her head. Yup all there too! Last but not least, her favorite, her beautiful, large, shimmering black pearl with a blueish tinge was.....
Not where she left it?!
In fact, it wasn't there at all?!! Instead, several broken pieces lay strewn about in front and to the side of the pot.
Shrieking in fear and anger, Pasha stumbled around, looking everywhere for her pearl, hoping these cracked bits that looked like her pearl were really not from her pearl! But search as she might, tearing through everything, throwing around things small enough she could grab or scoot, the little pink demoness did not find her precious pearl.
Eyes filling with tears, she began to sniffle loudly, rubbing her hands over her eyes as toddled back over towards the jar, gently picking up a broken piece of her pearl....and then she heard it.
From somewhere behind the collection of jars and pots, what sounded like a voice crept through an open space. Thinking it the culprit, Pasha stepped closer, an angry frown on her face as she prepared to give this pearl smasher a rather nasty what for! But what she saw emerge, only made her heart sink further. Having thought the dark little crook would be a fun place to explore first, the little sprite had managed to slide her self back behind the jars, then not known what to do. She was back there, but now what? Things seemed a lot different than she expected them to be when she hatched....if she had expected anything at all. Her little mind was too muddled to tell after the fact of not seeing a face be there when she arrived.
She had all about started to cry when she heard something burst through the door and begin making noise. Fearful at first, the little sprite stayed hidden behind the jars, watching and waiting. She caught glimpses of pink every now and then. Sometimes brown. And then she saw a little face, and little arms and legs. This thing was little! Like her! Her size! Her size meant fun, she knew it. She couldn't explain it, the feeling was just there!
So the little sprite used her arms, doing her best to slide herself out from behind the jars, her tail flapping against the ground as she wiggled her bum. Several coo's and gurgles came from her lips as she wiggled into view, little hands reaching for the pink thing any chance she could get, a wide toothless smile on her face. Her little webbed ears flicked and her big blue eyes blinked excitedly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:09 pm
Pasha instantly froze the moment the ...thing...came into full view. It looked liked her pearl...almost exactly. Just...baby form instead of pearl form.
No no no no No NO NO!! That naiad lady said it would hatch in water! She had kept it out of water!! She had not allowed a single drop of water to touch it ever!! "NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Pasha screeched, tears now fully flowing down her face, flooding her cheeks and the floor beneath as she stomped both her little feet in anger. Her tiny fists clenched as hard as they could. Her pale pink knuckles turning white from lack of blood flow.
WHY. Why was this happening?! She didn't want a baby, she wanted her pearl! What was worse, the thing was crawling towards her, smiling, grasping! Frowning, Pasha hopped over and scooped up her plushie before the little thing could get her mits on it, then grabbed her pack and drug it away as well, so the babe could't get at that either. Reaching into the pack with her free hand, she grabbed another grape and, without thinking, hurled it at the baby, watching as it hit the little one square in the forehead.
The little sprite stopped crawling forward, looking confused at the screeching and the stompy stompy this pink thing was doing. None of that looked remotely fun or happy for that matter, and it brought tears and a quivering lip to the little ones face. She had stopped mid crawlfop, her little bum wiggling as she lay there, unsure what to do and feeling awfully dry. Screwing up her little face, she broke into the beginnings of a cry....at least until something hit her in the head.
Shocked, confused, tempted to burst into full on crocodile tears, the only thing that stopped the babe was whatever it was that had hit her hadn't rolled too far. Sliding forward again, she reached out and grabbed the little green ball in her hands, testing it with her wee fingers, finding it squishy and soft. After a moment of inspecting it, the babe did what all babies do...and shoved it in her mouth.
Her eyes expressed her confusion and curiosity as she mushed the thing around in her mouth, swishing it from one side to the other, eventually squishing it and spilling the sweet juice into her mouth. At the sudden realization that this thing tasted good, whatever it was, she swallowed up the rest and made more happy coo grabbies at Pasha. She attempted to drag herself even closer, but found the dry space becoming a bother and she stopped half way, rolling over and making a fussy sound, looking down at her tail fin and sticking it up in the air, as if somehow that would make things better.
Feeding it....was definitely NOT what Pasha had wanted to do. What was she even thinking? Of course, she wasn't thinking. She was too angry her pearl had turned into...into...well THIS.
Throwing her little arms out, plushie still grasped in one hand, she gestured at the fish baby like, 'what the hell is this thing?!' as it experimented with the grape before finally eating it. "NOOO. GET!" she screeched at it again, pointing towards the door as if it were some kind of animal and would get out via command. Instead, it decided to crawl closer, at least until something bothered it and it stopped half way, flopping over like a dead fish and sticking its tail in the air.
Wait a minute....fish? Did it need water? Maybe if she kept it away from water it would dry up and shrivel away!
.... No that was mean, even if broke her pearl...egg...thing.
Groaning, Pasha glanced down at her naiad plush in her hands, then back towards the baby. She then turned her gaze towards the pot in which the two fish swam, hearing the splashes one made as it jumped at the surface then fell back in. Pasha toddled over, pushing the wooden stool over to the pot, climbing atop and peering into the jar. She...supposed it was large enough for two fish...and a baby....at least until Chini got home. Maybe she could get Chini to take it...or help her get rid of it.
But what about her pearl?
Sighing, Pasha glanced back over towards the babe. It was kind of pretty.....a lot like her pearl. And she did have cute little wings.......
Having not heard the pink thing make a noise in a while, the sprite flipped herself over again and blinked, confused that the pink thing wasn't where it was before. She then heard a noise to the back and turned her little head, watching as Pasha peered down into a large thing. A large thing that sounded like it was full of water.
Cooing and babbling somewhat desperately, the babe began to drag herself over, hoping to get at whatever was in the pot as long as it was wet and not overly dry. Dry was only ok for so long.
She peered her big blue eyes up at Pasha, making it half way before having to stop to take a break. Her little arms weren't that strong, she could only dragflop herself in intervals.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:41 pm
Frowning as hard as she possibly could, Pasha watched the little thing drag itself across the floor. It was almost pathetic really, and even though she still hated the thing, she felt sorry for it. "Fiiinnnnnneeeeuhhhhh." she hissed, hopping off the stool and putting her plushie down in a safe place so it didn't get wet and sprout into a baby either, Pasha waddled over to the baby and looked down at it.
It was so fat and pudgey, tiny little hands, tiny little tail. It had funny wings and things on its ears, not to mention two springy doohikies on its head. It was also bald and ugly and annoying and........ kind of maybe cute but not really.
Bending down, Pasha wrapped her little arms and attempted to hoist up the baby....but it was a lot harder than she first anticipated. The little babe slipped out of her arms and slid back to the floor again, on top of her feet. Cursing in innocent child lingo, Pasha pulled her feet out and stepped away, throwing another tantrum. She stopped her feet, turned in an angry circle and clenched her little fists soooooooooooo hard.
With several rapid breaths, she calmed herself again and toddled back over towards the baby, this time wrapping her in a tight hug and throwing her torso backwards to hoist the baby off the floor. She took a few steps towards the stool before having to stop and repeat the process. It took her several repeats just to get to the stool, and once she was there, she sat the baby on the stool to catch her breath.
How the heck was she supposed to even get her up into the jar?!!
Squeeing loudly at the first sign of interaction from the pink thing, the sprite wiggled excitedly, at least until she slid right out of the other's arms and it went off to go throw a fit. Screwing up her eyes in imitation, ready to let out a wail, the pink thing came back, and the babe bit her lip, sniffling a few times. But it seemed to work, because she was getting another hug! A weird hug...... a moving hug? OH, was the pink thing going to take her to the pot?!
Now wild with excitement, even if she kept being put down and hoisted up again, the babe teetered on the stool, making grabby hands at Pasha, babbling something only she knew what. Her little fish tail flicked and her wings twittered in her simple excitement and a smile spread wide across her little face.
Goodness this thing was noisy!
"Otay otay otay OTAY." Pasha grunted, looking from the baby to the pot then to the stool. She wouldn't be able to pick her up and THEN get on the stool, so she figured she'd have to already be on the stool.
Gently, she put her hands on the kid and half pushed, half tried to pick up her tail and scooted the baby over to give herself room to stand up on the side. Once she had done so, she bent down and wrapped her arms around the little baby, her wings spread wide and her tail stiff as a board in attempt to keep balance. Throwing back her torso, she lifted the babe, the stool wobbling. In panic, she thrust her arms up to the edge of the pot, summoning all the strength she had to give one final shove. The sound of the babe splashing into the water echoed around her at the same time she fell backwards onto the floor with a thud.
"Oeeeowowowowoowwwwwweeeeee!!" she cried, rolling around with her hands clasped to the back of her head in pain.
It had turned from happiness to fear in a matter of seconds. The world around her was wobbling, things were starting to fall away from her, and then suddenly she was shoved into water and was quickly floating downwards, the pink thing's arms no longer wrapped around her. Blinking up in confusion, the first thing the babe noticed was the two things occupying the space with her. They had tails just like her and were darting around over head crazily.
This made her laugh.
A giggle and a squeal escaped her lips, only sending the fish darting around faster...which of course made her laugh even louder. She wiggled her little tail and clapped her hands, wings twittering....and then she noticed how much easier it was to move. She could sit up right, she could turn, she could roll over, she could move! Grinning, she flicked her little tail experimentally, shooting herself to the top, her head popping out of the water. She let out a loud happy cry then let herself sink back to the bottom, repeating this a few times.
Pasha had hoped to just lay there and fall asleep, wake up and find out this was all just a dream. But then she felt water droplets splash her face and a laugh break the surface before disappearing into muffled echos inside the large pot.
Slowly getting back to her feet, she checked to make sure that her plush hadn't gotten wet in all the commotion and moved it farther back from the pot just encase. She then slowly grabbed the wooden stool, put it back on its legs and pushed it over to the large pot. Gently, she put one foot on it, then the other, palms resting against the side of the pot and hoisted herself up. She stood on her tiptoes and peered over the rim of the pot just in time for the baby head to pop back out of the water and splatter her with droplets and laughter.
"Stop stop stop!" she hissed, wiping the water from her face and hair before peering back down into the pot.
Though not really understanding her words just yet, the little babe got the meaning behind the tone and quit popping up to the surface. Instead she sat on the bottom and peered up at the pink thing, though a smile was still on her face. She watched Pasha's face in the rippling waters, wiggling her fingers as she baby babbled beneath the water, eyes darting over towards the fish ever so often as they seemed to calm down now that she had, and was actually interested in her.
She froze when the gold one came closer to her and gently pecked at her arms. It took all she had not to make a loud squealing giggle as she knew she didn't want to startle the thing again. Instead, she reached out her hand gently, hoping to touch it. It backed away from her hand and she stopped moving, but felt the other one give her a testing peck from the other side. She did the same to the other fish, reaching out slowly to try to touch it, until eventually they didn't back away from her anymore and she was able to touch it. She let out a soft happy laugh, wiggling her tail and peering back up at Pasha, waving a little hand at her.
Pasha watched all this curiously, both surprised and upset the fish didn't start pecking her to bits, but she had to admit it looked fun. And the fact the little one could stay under water like that made Pasha a little jealous.
Hopping down off the stool again, she darted over to her pack, pulling out the cluster of grapes she had pilfered, ran back over to the stool, climbed up and peered back over the rim. She took a grape out and tossed it into her mouth before pulling another off the stem and dropping it into the water, watching it sink to the bottom and into the hands of the baby as she eagerly tossed it into her mouth and ate it.
Having caught and eaten the sinking treasure, the little babe flicked her tail and propelled herself to the surface more slowly, popping her head out and patting her little hands all along the side of the large pot in attempts to touch Pasha. She grinned and cooed, giggled, babbled and did everything else a little baby knew how to do to show she was happy.
Pasha sighed, handing her another grape before popping two more into her mouth and dropping the empty stem. As she chewed, she watched the baby, still hating it for what it did to her pearl....but a little less so. Pasha reached out to gently pat the babe's head, before folding her arms on the edge and resting her head to watch the baby splash around and play with the fish.
She could be useful..... somehow......some day.
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