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Post by Xenon on Mar 11, 2005 23:24:06 GMT -5
A red flash moved through the trees, skating just above the ground and weaving inbetween the trees with what seemed like mere instants to spare. Faster and faster he moved, suddenly bursting from the copse and shooting high into the air.
The Tsume circlee there for a while, surveying this new land with a silver eye that shone with curiosity, his blue eye shut against the fierce sun. Slowly, almost lazily, he circled to the ground, landing softly on all fours before rearing up onto his hind legs. He shook his mane out, arching his neck and opening his mouth wide, moving as if to let out a terrific roar -
-and yawning loudly instead, tongue hanging out of his mouth in an oddly undignified expression for a dragon of his size and regal posture.
((http://www.geocities.com/chaoswing24/Tsumes/Skeith.gif))
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Post by sera on Mar 11, 2005 23:42:47 GMT -5
Not too distant, a dark figure lazes about in looping circles, twists and turns, seemingly oblivious to that which surrounded him. The black-maned Tsume turns his head slightly, glancing in the direction of the initial red flash. Multiple pairs of wings ease his sinewy form forward, taking a dilipitated route towards the other, snaking slowly and almost playfully around trees and above the brush. He continues to weave around the trees even as he comes within sight of the other. Surprise briefly touches his eyes, but he banishes it quickly enough, reassuming his usual mask of indifference. He doesn't acknowledge the other Tsume outright, waiting to see the other's reaction first. (( timekeeper.vagueinsanity.net/tsume.html )) |
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Post by Thalron on Mar 11, 2005 23:56:58 GMT -5
There was yet another black figure approaching, however this one was far less friendly looking, scars marked his body and blood appeared permantly stained upon his claws, the only strange thing was that he appeared completely oblivious to his sorroundings, holding a small (well, it looks small because of his size) Book, studying it with very apparent interest, and speaking the words, although rather quietly "O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew." he said, remarkebly eloquently for his appearance...
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Post by Xenon on Mar 12, 2005 0:04:33 GMT -5
The red Tsume's ears perked as he heard the approach of the others, and he immidiately sucked his tongue back into his mouth, shuffling his feet nervously. It was clear that he was anxious, but about what remained a question.
He observed the Fate, a slight grin crossing his muzzle as his miss-matched eyes completed their silent scrutiny. He looked over at the reading Tsume, making a mental note then spoke without opening his mouth.
I see from your eyes, dear Fate, Fated or perhaps Fatal, that you know who I am. The amused smirk only grew as he inclined his head. Word travels fast, it seems, and even these lands, so far from my current place of residence, have learned of my misdoings and wrongs. His words are audible by the two black Tsumes, but only by them.
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Post by sera on Mar 12, 2005 0:12:46 GMT -5
The Fate continues his lazy windings between the trees, thinking carefully. His dreams had been their usual jumble of images, sounds, sounds, but. . . seeing him here. . . now. . . A stronge sense of deja vu fluttered through him.
"Who has not heard of your adventures?" he asks idly in response. "They've hardly been. . . discreet." He glances to the other black Tsume, eyes darkening slightly with who knows wot emotion before they filter back to a pale blue.
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Post by Thalron on Mar 12, 2005 0:21:25 GMT -5
He turned the page idly, not looking up for several more moments as he continued forward, then he paused and glanced over at the red one "I have only heard that which was, and the stories I hear are rarely accurate." he said as he turned his attention back to the book, and turned the page... Maybe he was at a exciting part?
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Post by Xenon on Mar 12, 2005 0:29:38 GMT -5
The red Hacker, Skeith, shook his head slightly at the scarred book-worm, almost sadly. Slowly, he turned to look at the Fate once more. For an instant, a questioning expression crosses his face, then was replaced once more by the smirk. A palest glitter of fang stands out against Skeith's crimson coat, but it is not threatening. Yet.
He noted the change in color of the Fate's eyes, and immediately changed. His stance was more defencive, as if this was something that happened ofter.
Tell me, honorific fatality, he-who-sees-the-future-yet-can-do-nothing. Which aspect of my being offends you the most? My.. viral tendancies? the smirk slowly began to fade then, the shining light in his eyes replaced by a threatening glare. ..or my cradle-robbings, my stealings of fair young things for my own personal ambitions?
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Post by sera on Mar 12, 2005 0:38:21 GMT -5
The Fate narrows his eyes slightly, and they redden vaguely at the stance change and the insult. One pair of wings at his shoulders twitch in some semblance of a shrug and he carefully keeps his movements the same as before, easy and almost lazy. "I'm hardly your judge," the dark Tsume replies indifferently. At least, his voice sounds indifferent. "Perhaps you should ask the opin of our scholarly friend here."
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Post by Thalron on Mar 12, 2005 0:47:44 GMT -5
He looked up, then sighed and put the book away, he had began to lose patience in it for the moment, no matter how well it was written he could absorb only so much in one day, and he did not want to seem overly rude infront of the two... "There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking that makes it so." he says with a small smirk, it was interesting the animosity that he seemed to sense between the two... It was rare that he saw a fate, and beleived that most regarded them as some sort of deity's... Of course, Skeith was the exile and may have a good reason for such a feeling towards them.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 12, 2005 0:52:33 GMT -5
Skeith stared at the scarred one, as if expecting some sort of solid reply. Amoung other things, he was bothered by passive-agressive behaviour, and he saw the dark Tsume's speach as such.
The question was not whether I am good or bad, as in individual, but if what I have done was a crime. Was being born a crime? Was falling in love a crime? If I were to judge by the way I have been judged and how I am being judged, he glanced meaningfully at the Fate, eyes narrow. The answer would be yes. Condemn the sinner, bury the sin.
He seems a little.. on edge. There is a strange calm in his eyes, yet his words are anything but calm.
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Post by sera on Mar 12, 2005 1:11:29 GMT -5
The Fate ignores that jab with the same self-confident calm, but he turns his head to inspect the overhead branches as his eyes flicker to a darker red. He's curious to how the scarred scholar would respond to Skeith's sally.
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Post by Thalron on Mar 12, 2005 1:21:34 GMT -5
He paused then seemed to ponder the question "I appear to have miscontrude the question... I am judge to one, and my self but to press your 'crimes' against my own sense of judgement, I would beleive you to be a unwilling accomplice to being born, and if the heart of your fair was given in like turn, you would be the bearer of no guilt." he said with a slight air of annoyance present in his voice, as if he were expecting something more from the fate... although he supposed it was normal for any creatures, even fates to attempt to lead problematic conversations or beings towards the nearest suitable being.
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Post by sera on Mar 14, 2005 1:44:15 GMT -5
Huin ignored the other's air; he knew of these incidents in a purely scholastic aspect as they had occurred years even before his birth. He began to suspect that the other black Tsume would be a highly critical creature and the thought annoyed him, eyes flashing briefly yellow until he pushed the feeling away, concentrating his attention, instead, upon Skeith and awaiting his response to the scholar's reprieve.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 2, 2005 15:31:51 GMT -5
The heart of my fair one.. Skeith appears to falter visably for a moment. to be sure, I lead her away from her family and the life which awaited her there, but she was the one who decided to stay. My guilt is caused only by the cool indifference of those who do in fact, know the truth, and yet.. continue to ignore it. He glances once more at the Fate, then closes his eyes.
But I do tire of this bickering. I seek to hunt for mate and child, not dispute the rights and wrongs of this world with two who's names I do not even know. And they do not know me, or at least have not been properly introduced. I am Skeith, the Hacker Spirit. Or, if you prefer, his eyes flash slightly. The Virus Ghost.
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Post by Thalron on Apr 2, 2005 23:07:21 GMT -5
Angelus listened closely nodding as he explained what it was that bothered him, It was unusual to hear others actually talking around him like this, usually when pains were explained to him it was more in a pleading tone and from a much more obvious source...
"Angelus, It is a pleasure to meet you Skeith." he said and bowed to the other, He never really liked those fancy titles, possibly because he didn't have one himself... "If you would like, although I have eaten already I would be happy to assist in a hunt with one as yourself." He wasn't interested in food, but rather in company, and the possible pain that would derive from a succsessful hunt... Not to mention he was slightly interested how a hacker, spirit no less would hunt.
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