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 Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 10:43 am
Well, I've noticed that sadly XD I keep wishing I had journals for a couple of my pets. so I'm keeping track of my rps in here 8D
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 10:45 am
...All Kitsu profiles can be found HERE!
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 10:55 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 1:49 am
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:21 pm
Jack Skellington - Flashback from the past Angmar Nicneven, in all her decaying glory, had made the most unfortunate decision to wake up this morning. And since that rather condemning decision was made, she had looked upon it as a rather bad idea, wishing that it had in fact never happened.
Helkanen, for one reason or another had been howling and squealing and running about like the apocalypse was coming. This she grew to suspect was simply to spite her and get her out of the house, though he had timidly assured her that he'd seen a frightening bumblebee. Regardless of his motive, it did get her out of the house, and with no where better to go, she had begun making her way, creaking and groaning and dripping many nasties, to the Mountain HQ. She wearily wished that she were in better shape, she figured she could have been there by now if she hadn't the need to worry about body parts being left behind. Dark Fire Angel  A frown marred the male's features as his head hung low, sniffing along the grass much like an ordinary dog; his ears remain flattened against his skull and the more time that passed, the more frustrated he seemed to grow. It was clear he seemed to be trying to find something or other, however, to no avail, for no matter ho many time he looked under rocks, behind trees and in flower beds... the skelleton kitsu found not his treat.
Or rather, he found not his Zero, whom he'd lost somewhere around the HQs.
Sitting down in quite the frustrated manner, the king of Halloween contempted himself with glaring at the flowers that grew by his side in a clear 'and just what're you looking at?' sort of way, however, the poor flowers had nothing to say and were forced to remain swaying by the wind. When it was made clear that nor the grass, and nor the flowers would tell him where his small companion had gone to, Jack finally let out a sigh and lifted his gaze, only to see.... a flash back from his youth in the form of the zombi-fied kitsu.
A brow arched in question at her creaking and groaning and as he stood and slowly padded over towards her, he idly wondered if perhaps, just perhaps... the noises she was making were getting more and more pronounced by age, "And a pleasant morning to you!" he chirped in welcome as she neared, never mind the fact she was a rotting corpse. After all, he was... kind of mated to another one; there was little that could really sicken him.Angmar With a startled keening sound, followed soon after by the popping of a number of vertibrae. Nicneven's head jerked in the direction of the addressing voice. Had she been... somewhere she expected to run across another Kitsu, perhaps she would have paid better attention. However as much of her focus had been on simply recalling the way to the building she had grown to call sanctuary, and as such, the greeting startled her rather noticeably.
"Von should know not to sneak up on a Nightmare!" she snapped in irritation, the sound akin to a motor attempting to start up under water, "Ve can not see you ven you are near!" she added, craning her neck to an odd angle as she attempted to catch wind of the guilty party. But as the Kitsu's scent wafted to her bony nose, she was suprised to realize it was one she recognized--and not all together dispised at that matter, "Tze Highness of tze Hallowe'en?" she asked curiously, ruffled posture lessening slightly, and she let out a barking sandpaper-y laugh, grinning at Jack, "Aah, even tze royal should not be sneaky." she chastized, this time her attitude considerably improved. Dark Fire Angel Had Jack been any younger, he would've doubtlessly sneered, commenting on how it was hardly sneaking if he wasn't trying to BE sneaky in the first place, however, as things were, the male had grown something akeen to manners, and thus paused upon being snapped at, and though hardly impressed or startled by it, he did lower his head an inch into a slight bow. It never occured to him that the nightmare couldn't really SEE it, but then again, Jack was known for not paying too much attention to detail, often times missing the larger, greater pictures due to this, "My pardon, wasn't my intention to startle you," another pause, "At least it wasn't my intention to do so now," he rectified as he sat down.
Once more, he glanced around, frowing slightly, still taking his time to see if he could spot the traslucent form of Zero, but again to no avail. Allowing a hash sigh to slip through his maw before he raised his gaze, he smirked, "Aye, I'm the rightful king of Halloween, though I don't expect anyone to bow or anything," still the smirk lingered, however, there seemed to be an almost sheepish hint to his voice, "I... wasn't trying to be sneaky, at least not right now.... Emily'd yell at me for it anyhow, god knows why; it's fun to scare someone once in a while... life's no fun without a good scare now and then; gives for the thrill, the adventure! The fun!"
It must've been quite obvious that despite the fact he'd indeed 'matured' persay, Jack was... still rather childish in more than one ways. At least, however, he could no longer be defined a royal brat. There came a pause as his eas flopped down again, "You haven't... sensed any one else around, have you? I seemed to have lost my lithe gardian. He barks like a dog..." Angmar A tattered ear flickered in thought as the Nightmare contimplated his question. Nicneven strained to recall any such dog-like barks she may have overheard and simply dismissed as a normal innocent canine. Frowning, she shook her head, "I do not believe zet I have come across any such sings..." she replied appologeticly.
Shifting backwards to the comment beforehand, she grinned wryly, black something oozing from the corner of her mouth, "Tze Marvelous King ist taking orders from another?" she asked, bemused. "Who ist zis Emily zet you vould forgo your silly scare-tactics and resort to sneaking up on an achey Nightmare?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:35 am
Don Diego - Insane? I think not, My Dear Kisoni 
It was a bit of a relief, and yet somewhat disturbing. At first, it'd been wonderful--to have time to herself again was a rare and exquisite thing. Then she'd gone through a time of actually missing Deigo's incessant pestering. That had faded eventually, as Violet had once more gotten used to having her quiet time.. and now she didn't have anything ruining her perfect fur.
The female fluffed herself a little further as she strotted up the stairs towards the room she still kept in DFA's Pet-house. Having two humans had its blessings in being able to choose where she wanted to be when one group annoyed her. It didn't really help when they all did, but that rarely happened. Stepping into her little room, she shook herself all over to resettle her fur. Humming her favorite song to herself, the orange-gold coloured female checked the shutters on her window and drew the drapes before flopping into the soft cushion she called a bed.
Oh the bliss of laziness. A small thought prod at her mind that she was realy rather bored with this... but she ignored it. She was warm, it was quiet, and she was beautiful. Content with that knowledge, Violet closed her eyes and slept. Dark Fire Angel 
The sun was horrible.
... The sun had to die. Or something. Something preferably bloody. And sadistic, because the sun was the enemy. No, seriously. It was. Oooooh, the sun would've died long ago, had it been in Diego's paws to do something about it; it made him feel sick. When Diego felt 'sick', he felt like killing baby animals, which was not really er... allowed around here anyhow, and thus the vampire was never in a good mood at this time. In fact, this meant he was never in a good mood 50% of the time; he usually avoided being awake during the day and would instead curl up in a deep dark closet for sleep, however, today he'd found that the bloody god damned closets were ocupied by other ... bigger kitsusagi. In fact, his closet of choice had been ocupied by Silos, whom Diego had learnt not to bug or bother in any way. Nightmare kitsusagi had a god damned temper, and though laid back, the male's horns were sharp, as he'd found out when he was a kit, long ago.
Thus so, the vampire had been left to prowl the house grumpily, murmuruing partialy obscure, and rather colorful curses under his breath as he padded along, his head low and eyes hooded, bags from lack of sleep marring his expression. God damn the 'You are NOT ALLOWED to kill baby animals, Diego!! WHAT EVER have they done to you?!' rule his owner had set him with. What was wrong with a little hunting anyhow? But then again, the prospect of angering the lithe human was not a good one; that meant no scratching behind his ears and no lap sitting on cold winter nights, not to mention no wamr blood, and a good deal of nasty glares his way - He'd adapted to it. He never killed for sports anymore; there were just too many down sides.
Idly, while padding, his cousin's grin flashed through his mind's eye and the spanish vampire flattened his ear back; gods, he was jelous in a way. The veggie loving green vampire was free to run around and play all day, unaffected by the sun, meanwhile he had to hide in the shadows and glare daggers at the sunlight. Life just wasn't fair, now was it? Thank god that night was fast aproaching and his good mood would easily return with it. Night was good; everyone was meant to love the night. In fact, Diego could not comprehend WHY anyone would NOT love the night. It was beyond him.
Talking about unfair...
Violet's room was just up ahead in the hallway.
Arching a brow at the fact no sunlight spilled from the inside, the male slowly padded nearer, peeking his head from door; it was quite dark inside, but his red eyes were more than used to seeing in darkness (in fact, more used to it, at that), and he easily saw the female's form sleeping in a corner. My, my, wasn't she lazy; sleeping already. Frowning slightly as a fleeting thought crossed his mind, the vampire shrugged and turned to continue on his way, for he'd really not stopped to talk to her in a very long time, and he really... did not feel like it. He liked her, oh yes, he did; the crush he'd had on her since his kithood hadn't quite disipated, but he'd pushed it back long ago. She was a beatuy, and he was ... uhm... well, he was dead. That for starters. That aside, he was a monster. Yeah, not a good combo; he couldn't change her, or himself. So he'd left her side long back; he'd even actualy completely avoided her right after growing into his teen years, and he was actualy sure she didn't even know he'd become an adult, quite some time ago. He was content with knowing he'd annoyed her and stolen her time as a kit.
A dark smirk grew atthe knowledge and he padded past the door, walking down the hall, but he'd not taken three steps when he paused, one paw raised in mid stride; she'd had her eyes closed. Which meant she was asleep.
... Oi.
Slowly, he turned back towards the room, and this time stepped in, his head high, the light that filter through the door now blocked by his frame, further conceled by the large cloack that dragged over his tails and his spread wings; why not? She was asleep; it's not like she'd see him, he argued with himself, and thus slowly padded over to her, red eyes blinking at her form as he neared and sat dowd besideher, not quite touching, but just barely feeling her warmth.
Lazy, lazy, lazy...
Did she still smell good?
Lowering his head, he sniffed at her pelt around the base of her neck, then around her ears, his excuse being that, well, he WAS partialy insane; he'd claim insanity if she woke up. Yup. He swiftly found out that yes; she did still smell good, however, he pulled away a few bare seconds later, regarding her with a tilted head in the dark, red eyes shinning down at upon her form; he was larger than her now. Tee... the thought was randomly amusing and the kitsu smirked in the darkness of the room.
He'd quite forgoten about the sun by now.
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