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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:12 pm
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:43 pm
Ovelia had been flying around the sky for hours, across rainbows and over grapesoda waterfalls. Now she was getting tired and she recognized the area as the place Cotton had described earlier. The colder region. Ovelia softly landed onto the cold ground, feeling the icecream between her toes, causing her to shiver.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:07 pm
Climbing out if his taffy home with Chi at the window. Seeing him out. His steps were cold and emotionless. They way he moved and the way he would look. His tail dragged behind him along with his shovel. The morning had become in to night and now he was off to his other home. His main one. The graveyard. He heard something land. Foot steps newly to the cold and looked aside to see who it was. Sure enough it was a numa. As he predicted but tried to walk as nothing were there.
He didnt want to scare her with his monstrous form; being it muscular yet not too much for it was made by only shoveling and caring dead bodies.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:13 pm
Ovelia Bell, smiled gently as she looked down at her paws, was long time sense she had been here. Maybe too long, she barely remembered it. It was then she heared something.
Footsteps.. and as if something got dragged behind. Turning her head, her bells rang gently and her hair flied in the wind. A numa, a bit more gore than the ones where she lived, was walking on as if he had not taken noticed of her or the lovely nature around.
Her tail rose and curiously she strottled after him a bit, carrying on a carefree, somewhat silly posture. "Hi?" she called after him. "Excuse me?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:27 pm
From her following he waited with each step making it a slow and careful walk. He didn't like talking but he guessed he was being summoned to answer. He looked at her with a nod and then back to dragging his shovel dragging. He looked out to see how long was it til he could get to the gates of the graveyard. The ice cream snow ending and the dead grass beginning. He opened the gates and crept in.
Almost having forget the numa was behind him or even paid any such attention to him.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:33 pm
Not too happy about being ignored, Ovelia just smiled and walked on, wondering where a numa could go with a shovel? What did he need it for? Opening her wings some she took off, but just sailing along the ground after him.
Blinking wondering she saw the gates to the graveyard, many she once known might be there, she wasnt sure. But the feeling of that was not nice, but decided it wouldnt hurt to just go to see, without reading stones.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 1:09 pm
His rough body followed a path of flowers. The old celtic goth looking graveyard was decorated in flowers and exotic plants. A place of true sanctuary. He moved his shovel to a building that was cracking. A tree had grown in the middle of the building but it still stood. His body slowly went in to the building. In a few seconds the little building was lit with candles and the sound of breaking stone could be heard from so miles. Silently he tried to conceal it but left the door open. It would be rude to leave the follower without a place to go. Next to his shovel laid a set of flowers. Ready to be put in.
A fish. Dead like floated inside the building as well.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:38 pm
As she followed the same path as the odd acting stranger, Ovelia got cold creeps following her backbone. You would think, after all these years, the feeling of misplacement and childlich fears would be gone. But no, graveyards just wasnt her thing. But curiousity, as often did, got the hold of her.
Seeing him entering a building, she sneaked up to the opened door and peaked in. There she saw him digging with the showel and sounds as if he hit something hard was heared. Wrinkling her nose at the scent of something musky, moldy, her eyes wandered off to the dead fish. She silently gasped for air. Poor fishy, she thought.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:25 pm
He didn't turn to look at the girl. He put his shovel down next to him and started to chistle and carve at a tombstone. He was the creator, the artist who made the angels and the headstones to each grave. He had taken it upon himself to aid the dead in their slumber.
He chistled at a tombstone that was already almost done. It was an Angel carrying a baby numa He only needed more to chistle the eyes in and he was set to put it in motion. Setting up a grave for a deceased numa pup.
The fish looked back and flopped on this owner's tail.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:23 pm
Ovelia slowly pushed the door open, seemed like the numa was working on something, very intensly. Not being the one to sneak around, she cleared her throat lightly and watched to see if she got any respond, which she of course didnt. Carefully she walked closer with light steps, gasping as she saw the dead numa baby.
"Oh no.." she whispered with hint of tears in her beautiful eyes.. "how sad.." she then laid eyes on the sculpture. So pure and beatiful. It was easy to see it was made by someone who respected the dead, cared for them. Causing her throat to tie together, she just lightly flinched at the moment from the fish, she first had thought dead.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:41 pm
When words escaped her muzzle he turned. Still watching her he smoothed out the face of the angel with his paw. The fish moved and snuggled in to the tail of its owner.
"Sad..?" He simply said. He looked at the sculpture again and softly smoothed the stone pup's face. It would be for a child. This gravestone. It would be honored. He announced to his fish with a soft nod. He kept smoothing out the sculpture in where it needed to be softened. The wings of the angel more intricate and detailed than ones he had done before. This was his master piece. In respects of the dead whom he loved, and the pup that will be set in that tomb tomorrow when day breaks. He needed to get this done but he didn't mind company nor did he care.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:55 pm
Her big eyes blinked at the numa, causing a tear to escape. Gently she nodded her head, causing the bells in her head to just gently cling to the movements. "Nnnn.. its.. its very saddening.." she whispered and could not help but adore the work he had done for the little ones grave. She mvoed closer to see better...
"I hope you dont mind" she said in a gasp as she got a better view, her blonde, soft hair accidently landing on the other numa.. "So beautiful.." it was breathtaking.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 7:17 pm
Her hair. Soft. Blonde fell over his face. He didn't mind it, nor did he care. He softly fixed the hands of the angel.
He looked up at the angel's face; the emotionless eyes just starring at the pup in stone. "Done." He pronounced and the fish rolled and rubbed some of its scaly form all over the masterpiece. This was a ritual and a way to preserve and make the stone gloss a bit.
He sat in the small chair. Looking and examining the sculpture over for any mistakes. It had taken him three nights to finish. But finally it was done and set. His eyes meeting the angel's eyes.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:16 am
Eyeing the masterpiece, Ovelia couldnt make herself look away. "It is very beautiful" she repeated as it was finished. "Shows alot of expressions" adding that she noted that the numa itself seemed very unexpressional. What was going on in this strangers head? Amazed she watched how the fish added the last touch.
"Is there anything you are looking for?" she wondered once he was examening the statue for flauss.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 1:17 pm
He resented talking about his thoughts for no one listened or knew he was around. Why to care what others thought but this numa seemed a little interested.
"Flaws. rough edges. Holes I made from chiseling." He said in a deep voice with a gentle hint to it. He talked rather coldly but living around the dead, One would definitely be emotionless. Almost soulless. He only lived for the dead. Most everyone would forget them anyhow but he wouldn't. He'd take care of them for always. He put a paw over the stone pup's eyes. He didnt show any emotion to this but he tried to convey how much feeling the angel would have to the pup if they were alive and not only in stone. To make sure he got the emotions right. The scent of the female next to him past him by. She was close. Why did she stay around anyways.
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