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Post by Devin on Feb 11, 2005 16:23:57 GMT -5
Aystyr licked her paw and looked up. She wondered how many felines there were around here. She wanted to talk to someone, even if they weren't a feline. Standing, she stretched into one of those runs only a cheetah can preform, catching a large deer and leaving it, dead, as bait for someone to talk to. But, seems how she'd just killed something, she was blood-happyily insane, so no one should reeeeaaaally want to talk to her anyway.
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Post by Lano on Feb 11, 2005 16:25:58 GMT -5
'fandes sniffed anxiously at the dead deer and looked around for the person who killed it. Shrugging she was about to eat it when she remembered that she was vegetarian. Darn. She began to graze instead.
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Post by Devin on Feb 11, 2005 16:27:28 GMT -5
Growling, she paced back and forth and then pounced on 'fandes, pinning her to the ground. All she'd done was sniff it, but Aystyr's insane ness took over. ::MIIIIINNNEEEE DON'T TOUCH IT! MIIIIINNNNNEEEEE!::
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Post by Lano on Feb 11, 2005 18:01:12 GMT -5
.:I wasn't going to touch it! I don't even eat meat! I'm a vegetarian!!:. 'fandes ignored the strange look the cheetah gave her.
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Post by Belladandy on Feb 11, 2005 21:46:07 GMT -5
Sitting under a willow tree a faun slept soundly cuddling a large emtpy wine bottle. He was an olive skin faun with chocolet brown fur and dark hair wearing a loose shirt and a bright yellow vest. The faun was rather an unuseual sight considering that his amber eyes were partly opened in his sleep. ((Picture: img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/Feyna/Pallothefaun.jpg )) |
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Post by Devin on Feb 13, 2005 13:42:52 GMT -5
Ignoring the other feline, this being one of her insane phases, she whirled on the sleeper. ::gRoWl!:: she mind-called angrily. Not knowing whether it had mindspeech, she started sniffing it curiosly.
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Post by Belladandy on Feb 13, 2005 16:39:57 GMT -5
The faun was no empath but he certainly heard her in his head. With a scream (which noteibly sounded like a girl's) he kicked and waved his arms in the air as if he was warding something off.
"No officer I swear! I was framed!" The faun cried rapidly looking about him.
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Post by Devin on Feb 14, 2005 18:33:51 GMT -5
::  ??:: she probed curiosuly in his mind, searching for a definition to 'officer' and hoping he'd give her one, as her eyes slowly went back to their pretty purple color or her saneness. |
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Post by Belladandy on Feb 16, 2005 0:15:30 GMT -5
The faun didn't seem to take notice of the large cat next and wiped his hands across his face. Reliseing that it was bad dream from his past "misadventures."
Shaking himself the faun stretched glanceing once at the cheetah casually and yawned.
Then it finally dawned on him, the faun took another look at the cat let out a startled cry tried to get up on his feet but only to fall over.
"W-what'in Haa-des!" He gasped.
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Post by Devin on Feb 16, 2005 16:26:35 GMT -5
::?:: she Sent again, trying to probe his mind.
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Post by Lano on Feb 16, 2005 19:34:46 GMT -5
'fandes rose and came over. She tilted her head to one side as if asking what was going on. Then she rolled her eyes and picked up a mouthful of grass. Chewing contentedly she waited for the faun to regain his composure and start talking.
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Post by Belladandy on Feb 16, 2005 22:48:42 GMT -5
The faun took in a deep breath and begin to rabily appologise.
"Oh! Sorry...heeheeh you ahh startled me..." He stammered his olive skin face blushing.
To make up for his embarussment he did a little bow and said. "I am Pallo, Pallo Balleny bard and self-training spellbinder."
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Post by Myrror on Feb 16, 2005 23:23:01 GMT -5
It wasn't often the dragon-winged feline came to the Orchard, she usually preferred to stay at home. For some reason, she had decided to visit today. The smell of the deer intrugied her, and she followed it to the cheetah, and the others. The cheetah she recognized as a cheetah, the others, she wasn't so sure. (note, she's the size of a normal house cat)  |
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Post by Devin on Feb 17, 2005 15:27:13 GMT -5
Turning to the newst arrival, a proper feline, Aystyr smiled. "Heyla....I'm Aystyr." she seemed perfectly sane, now.
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Post by Myrror on Feb 17, 2005 21:33:25 GMT -5
"And I am Scagliola...but you can call me Scags," the black feline says, flicking her dragony tail slightly, "What brings you to this area...or do you live here?"
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??:: she probed curiosuly in his mind, searching for a definition to 'officer' and hoping he'd give her one, as her eyes slowly went back to their pretty purple color or her saneness. 
