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Post by sera on Jul 5, 2004 12:40:26 GMT -5
True blue tufts flicked backwards as the feelings washed over her and guilt added it's own jabbing presence to her current mental condition. S'real gave a small sigh, a small release that didn't quite compare to the softest of breezes. Nonetheless, it was enough for her stalker, and the grey Naa whirled, fangs bared and wings flared.
The Faerie Chaos stepped out from her hiding place and, at the sight of the mare, all aggression drained from the stallion. His head and ears drooped as he tucked his tail. Red eyes dropped to the ground and he refused to meet her gaze.
Hello, Bishen, she said softly, her own ears back uncertainly. He didn't respond to her overture.
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Post by sera on Jul 3, 2004 17:48:38 GMT -5
S'real's breath catches lightly in her throat and she flicks her ears back. She wasn't entirely certain why he was still following her and it made her rather nervous. Though. . . she was also rather flattered. When that emotion flit through her, the Naa swiftly staved it off.
The grey Naa turned to look towards where she was hiding and, flattened his ears further. She knew he was there. Shame flooded from him, so strong, the Faerie Chaos mix could pick it up from her hiding spot in the grove.
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Post by sera on Jul 3, 2004 1:49:51 GMT -5
(( Started a long time ago, this is actually a sort of intermediate to where the pair currently stands. . . lol )) Xöliten /S'real/ slips quietly into the Orchard, darting swiftly into a grove of trees and keeping her wings folded tightly to her body. Coppery eyes scan the clearing she just left and she curls her long, sinewy tail around a leg nervously. Other than that she remains perfectly still. Her waiting seems to gain fruit as a grey figure appears, skulking low to the ground, a rare feat with his leggy body. His ears are almost flattened against his skull, and his wings are held almost flush against his sides. His scarred hide speaks volumes about him, but who can say if any of that is correct. He cranes his neck oddly, jerking his head far to the left and inspecting the area, before turning it back to its normal position.
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Post by sera on Jul 3, 2004 1:37:23 GMT -5
Karyon turned his bird-like head around for another glance before dipping his head gracefully to sip from the stream as well.
En flicked his yellow ears back and forth, listening alertly as he sated his thirst, then the fire Am raised his small head, flaring nostrils as he scented carefully around him.
Do you think any of the Soala will come today? Black eyes returned to his companion at the question.
I don't know, he replied evenly. They don't know we're here.
Karyon twisted his head, wondering at the strangeness in the fire Am's tone. He couldn't place the emotion behind it, however and so simply gave a nod.
Seys'sa turned looking flatly at the pair by the stream, her braids swinging lightly with the movement. Naez looked curiously at her, his solemn demeanour still rather threatening even here with the water-earth Am.
They exchanged a lengthy glance, a full conversation within the single look.
Ky'sa flicked her rainbow tipped tail, settling herself beneath a tree and watching the pairings with something like disgust in her gaze.
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Post by sera on Jun 12, 2004 14:31:06 GMT -5
En looked around, Yes, it appears to be holding up to Kalan's description. Black eyes looked around at the peaceful area, and he moved forward to drink from the stream, the Grisayr moving just as gracefully, resettling his wings curiously.
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Post by sera on Jun 11, 2004 15:41:42 GMT -5
Enanoky'sa'y'karys'keerdya, or En as he was known to his friends, moved curiously yet warily into the Orchard. The pure fire Amanayr flicked his ears back, striped limbs gracefully gliding to move his light frame away from the portal, where a three other Ams and a Grisayr jumped out. The oddly diverse group separated slightly, the black mare keeping aloof of the other pairings. The two horned Ams moved off and stood in quiet conversation while the Grisayr looked about with interest, approaching En. Interesting place, he stated easily. The fire Am looked around, wondering if any other Ams would show up today. (( En and everybody else ^^ ))
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Post by sera on Jul 3, 2004 11:52:37 GMT -5
Kirik gives a happy squeal as he catches someone, probably Anura, and rolling easily with them, orange and blue limbs flailing.
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Post by sera on Jul 3, 2004 1:25:17 GMT -5
Kirik gave a nod and lifted his middle left limb, mouthing the count, 1. . . 2. . . 3!!! With that he threw himself forward and launched himself at the nearest target, Piro in tow.
Jaki skated the edge of the clearing, watching but remaining a distinct spectator.
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Post by sera on Jun 30, 2004 20:51:08 GMT -5
Kirik lashed his tail, righting himself with a vibrant flailing of six limbs. "Yes!" His excitement bubbled over and he turned excitedly to Piro.
The green flit gave a light laugh. "Alright," he agreed placidly. "Jaki, you coming?"
"I'll follow," the third replied shortly, making it evident that he would not join in the 'fun' of an ambush.
"Lead on, Rashwe!" Kirik announced, almost bouncing in place.
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Post by sera on Jun 23, 2004 11:40:30 GMT -5
Six limbs go flying as his pounce didn't hit dead on. The blue and orange kiezo tumbles, righting himself in time to be pounced on by Rashwe. Kirik gives a happy laugh, squirming expertly to get out from beneath Rashwe. "Did you bring any friends with you?" the flit asks, trying to distract Rashwe so he can be pounced again.
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Post by sera on Jun 16, 2004 13:02:31 GMT -5
Kirik grins, and sends his six-limbed body at Rashwe.
Piro skirts the action, and looks curiously at Jaki, "It won't kill you to meet new people."
"It wouldn't kill people to not approach like that," Jaki's voice is low and rusty, as though he didn't use it often.
"He made a lot of noise," Piro pointed out good-naturedly. "He didn't exactly sneak up on us."
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Post by sera on Jun 11, 2004 14:06:45 GMT -5
"Want practice?" Kirik offered as Jaki sent Rashwe an unreadable, and possibly slightly threatening, look.
Piro gave a small laugh turned into a cough.
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Post by sera on Jun 11, 2004 10:40:18 GMT -5
"Piro," the gentle green flit responded to the prompt with a small smile. "That's Kirik."
"We're just tumbing, want to join?" Kirik was pleased by the prospect of a new friend. "Jaki won't." He pouted at the fierce looking kiezo, who ignored them all.
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Post by sera on Jun 10, 2004 13:53:28 GMT -5
If Rashwe continued on in the direction of his mad dash, he was likely to find a trio of flits just hanging out in a small meadow, just past a curve of the stream. A bright orange and blue, six-limbed flit leapt easily into the air, as his feathered green companion tried to duck back out of the way. An olive greenish kiezo is watching them, his draconic wings folded against his sides. He narrows yellow eyes, swiveling his head to look towards Rashwe, though he doesn't yet know what it is that's approaching them. (( timekeeper.vagueinsanity.net/kiezo.html bottom three :: Jaki, Kirik, and Piro ))
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Post by sera on Jun 8, 2004 17:03:27 GMT -5
Seo perked his ears and flagged his tail nipping the mare lightly on the neck.
"Well, if you're still retreating here for sleep, mayhaps it's not a bad thing," he replied, swishing his tail to tickler her flanks.
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