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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:13 pm
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:25 pm
Armageddon started off his way to his graveyard. His second home. His shovel dragged by his tail was more than enough reason to be spooked. Dragging. His muscular body; only by carrying dead bodies and shovel is where he got some muscle. His figure. Rather large for a numa male. Quiet he was. His body looking as if he was limping but was not.
The moon was not yet full; A half moon it was. The fog seeming to loom around the grave gates. He knew every headstone. He designed every headstone and was the care taker of the dead as he thought himself. The graveyard look like a garden almost. Flowers dominating the lands and headstones with figures of angels. He sighed happily but emotionless. He didn't talk. He didn't much feel anything. Anyone would be the same if they were around the dead more than the living.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:34 pm
 A soft humming noise could be heard in the graveyard and there, sitting on a statue of an angel, was a female Numa. Her fur was black and white, but the white was designed to look like bones and actual 'blood' dripped from different parts of her body. Her eyes were black like pure darkness, except for the red glowing orbs that were her eyes. She fluttered her translucent, white wings slowly, her tail swaying about.
She continued to hum softly as she looked up at the moon and stars. She was happy to be with her sister, but sometimes she needed some peace and quiet and the graveyard she found seemed the idle place to clear her head.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:54 pm
When he opened the gates he solely walked in. With a bright moon on his forehead that seemed to lite his way. He caught a glimpse. Bones? He thought. Bu-but.. they. He didn't much want to think at the moment. He had seem various things in his time around the dead. Including another skeleton numa. He loved bones though he didn't know how to approach such a numa. She found refuge in his angel sculpture that he had just made for a baby numa; buried the day before. Flowers in pots were still around.
He walked like if he had not seen her; not to disturb her peaceful state he started to dig lightly to fix the flowers around the grave. His concentration would sure enough take away that the numa was there in the first place.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:01 pm
Morgy can't humming her song, her eyes closed for the moment, not realizing another Numa had made their way into the graveyard and was fixing the flowers around the graves.
If one noticed anything about her, it was she did not form words to her song. She just hummed the tune along, swaying a bit as the fog seemed to roll around her.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:24 pm
He kept at his flowers. He loved flowers. Love planting and he soullessly looked up at the numa. Her humming seemed to smooth his actions. Quite miraculous that he found this to be a numa. Usually numas wouldnt come around here to only be here. They usually were disgusted by the dead being barried were they could walk.
To let her be at peace in this garden graveyard he walked along the path to a building. A tree had grew in the middle but it was still standing. He climbed in to look at a large stone. He had no new numas dead to bury. His inspiration thoughtful. Then he thought of what he liked. Bones. Skeletons. Maybe...
He picked up the chiseler and started to chisel the stone. Softly and gentle. He would make a masterpiece if he would allow himself to. Candle lit up the building inside. A fish. Dead like started to flow around the graveyard. In a single swipe it past the skeleton ed numa. It stayed watching her. Floating there in utter deathlike.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:33 pm
Morgana kept humming her song and she softly ended. She opened her eyes and the orbs glowed red brightly. She looked about and saw the fish and she smiled softly at the fish, "Hello...." in a voice that didn't sound quite real.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:02 pm
He smoothed his paws around the sculpture in the making.
The fish looked at the skeleton ed femme and fell down from the lack of strength it had. Dead like it fell like a rock. -dunk- The sound made and Arma's fins could not capture the sound since he was wrapped around the thought of the sculpture and the fact the door was closed. He kept at it and the candles blew to one side like the wind but remained on the candle.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:18 pm
She gasped as the fish suddenly fell to the ground and she fluttered her fairy like wings, taking to the air. She landed quickly and went up to the fish, gently picking it up in her paws and cradling it close. Not sure what to do and wanting to find help for it, she looked about and spotted the building with the candle light coming from inside. She fluttered her wings and flew over, being careful with the fish.
She landed in front of the door and knocked on it.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:30 pm
With the force of the knock the door cracked open itself.
Candles flew quiet from the flames. In just moments. Arma looked back with a soulless yet gentle face. His creation. His sculpture resembling the skeleton femme on top of the grave angel. It was in its early stage of scuttling since he just started but the form was already there. The perfection shown in such delicate manner. He got up out of his chair and walked to the female looking at his fish. Examining to see if she wanted to return him for some odd reason.
The fish soon after entering moved its head slowly and then slipped out of her paws tor curl in his hair. The shining half moon on his forehead. A rather large numa he leaned down some and looked at her. In silence.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 9:07 pm
She stepped in when the door opened from her knocking and she looked about, blinking at the statue that resembled a female Numa. She looked up when the male approached her and she held out the fish to him. She smiled serenely when the fish went to him and curled in his hair and she stared back at him, tilting her head, as if inspecting him.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 12:56 pm
He looked at her with no emotion. No real gesture. He looked up at his fish; to see that he was only snuggled in his hair to gain strength. He nodded at the female and turned back to his statue at work. He picked up the chisel once more and started carving the skeleton form. Now having a reference and not only by memory.
Carving. Concentrating on what form she was. He looked back at her with cold green vibrant eyes and held out his paw. The large numa that had this gentle but emotionless greeting.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 1:37 pm
Morgana continued to stare up at him silently. She watched him as he went back over to the statue he was working on and she tilted her head, wondering why it looked so familair. She padded in silently, closing the door behind her and hoping not to make too much noise. Then she started looking around the place, being sure not to touch anything. She looked up when he held his paw out and she went up to him quietly, looking curious.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 2:14 pm
"If you like you could have a seat." He said in a gentle and deep soulless voice. He pointed out a step stool and then a hay bed like corner.
He looked back at the statue and kept on at it. Itd take him some time. Not being sure what hed finish up to but he'd try today. Maybe again the next day. Candles lit and some burnt to the holders. The stone walls seemed more cracked but had art supplies next to his work space.
His fish slithered out if his hair and looked at the femme numa. Not a lot of numas would be here so it slipped away and then floated in front of her. Its swirly dead green eyes just there to watch her.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 2:22 pm
Morgana looked at where he pointed to the stool and then the hay bed and she nodded her head. She went over to sit on the stool to silently watch him since it he didn't seem to mind that she did watch. She started to hum softly again, her voice and hummed song starting to fill the room. She smiled at the fish as it came over to look at her.
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