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Post by Thalron on Mar 20, 2005 3:25:05 GMT -5
A strange figure moved through the grass, red fur standing out vividly against the calm green colours, idly cutting grass as he moved through it, at first it seemed to simply be walking aimlessly, but upon closer inspection it was obvious he was following something... Just that it's small shape was well hidden in the tall grass, as it strode cheerfully along, trying to befriend crickets and things she found under the grass.... Bladed: "Could you be any more cheerful?" he asks solemly as he follows the small figure. Dream: "Yup! Well, I think I could... Ooooh! Beetle!" she squeeked before diving at the helpless beetle, which promptly escaped her clutches... (( www.geocities.com/thalron2002/chaoswing/tsume/t94m.gifwww.geocities.com/thalron2002/chaoswing/tsume/t93f.gif )) |
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Post by sera on Mar 20, 2005 4:15:12 GMT -5
A haunting melody lightly caressed the area, dancing through the trees and coaxing a bubbling harmony from a nearby stream. It called lightly and darkly, weaving a spell of sorrow and joy.
It seemed to emanate from a small grove of trees not too far distant.
(( how's that for a lam0rz intro post? *amused* ))
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Post by Thalron on Mar 20, 2005 4:29:03 GMT -5
The bladed looked up, and over at the source of the music wondering what was causing it, but not really wanting to find out... He had already had to fend off several creatures today and just felt like having some un-excitement for a change...
Of course the little dream was instantly entrhalled, making amazed Oooh and Aaah noises before pointing excitedly in the direction of it before running off that way "Eeeh! music!" she squeeked back at the bladed.
his response was not so enthusiastic, he just wished he had a way of grabbing her and hauling her off that did not involve stabbing "...Stop... please?" he said pleadingly, although it was not heard by the little dream which continued to the small grove of trees.
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Post by sera on Mar 20, 2005 4:38:04 GMT -5
Within the grove the song continued, trilling lightly in arpeggios, scales, and the same haunting melody. A large white form sang from within the clearing, eyes closed with bandages wrapped in long curls around different limbs, covering even some of her black striped markings. She seemed unaware of the approaching audience, lost fully in the rhythm and flow of the song. (( www.geocities.com/chaoswing24/Tsumes/t171f.gif i'll get her paged soon. . ^^;;; )) |
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Post by Thalron on Mar 20, 2005 4:57:49 GMT -5
The little dream immediatly squeed upon seeing the other tsume, resisting the urge to immediatly run over to it just because she didn't want to interrupt the music... Although she wished that the music was more cheerful....
The bladed tsume groaned and glared in the general direction of the two.... Great, A lepper and a hyper mini tsume which seemed intent to greet, hug or otherwise approach everything that was living, or looked pretty... Even if it happened to be frothing at the mouth or covered in spikes and blood... "I'v had just about enough of this..." he muttered to himself as he stood at the edge of the trees.
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Post by sera on Mar 20, 2005 5:20:15 GMT -5
A long ear flicked briefly towards the pair, then the song trailed off naturally, sounding, for all the world, as though that was exactly where it was to end. Gentle blue eyes slowly opened and regarded the pair with a solemn sort of sorrow. She was now silent and absolutely still, as though the orchestra had halted to take a breath, and a long rest was required of her.
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Post by Thalron on Mar 21, 2005 14:40:23 GMT -5
The dream stared at the other tsume for afew moments, to make sure that she was indeed done with the song before clapping excitedly "Yay! Your the bestest musicy-umm...musish..." she stops then squints in concentration attempting to remember what that word was...
The bladed sighed once again, he would absolutely hate this job if the dream weren't so sickingly cute sometimes... Not that he would admit it "Musician." he said much to the delight of the dream, She didn't like having to think so hard about that stuff...
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Post by sera on Mar 22, 2005 1:31:04 GMT -5
Pale eyes regard the pair almost indifferently. "I give you thanks," she answered in a smooth, melodic voice, fully in keeping with the beautiful singing from before. She speaks in a strange rhythm, as though speech is just another form of song.
She falls back into her rests of silence then, as though waiting for an accompaniment to begin again. Her bouts of quiet accentuate the words all the more, adding to the sensation of an unknown score drawing the words from her.
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Post by Thalron on Mar 22, 2005 1:42:55 GMT -5
The dream skipped right up to the much larger music tsume before sitting down right infront of her (as in a inch or two away) and looked up "What's your favorite song?? Mines umm... All of them! Except un-sad ones more..." she said with an extremely pleased/happy look plastered to her face as she looks up expectantly at the music tsume.
The bladed tsume just sort of sits there... Watching, waiting incase he needs to seperate the two at a moments notice, Not expecting to have to but he was going to be ready just incase...
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Post by sera on Mar 22, 2005 1:48:20 GMT -5
The white Tsume reared her head up slightly to carefully inspect the tiny being that invaded her space so closely. It wasn't that she was anti-social as much as she simply avoided others. "I more easily could choose a breath of air to prefer," she finally replied in the same sing-song fashion. Wot a strange little Tsume had found her.
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Post by Thalron on Mar 22, 2005 1:55:14 GMT -5
The small tsume blinked, as if not figuring out what she meant at first then smiled and nodded "Ooo You talk neat! My names... umm... Hatsuyume! But everyone calls me Yume... Well, actually they don't, but I'd like it if people did! But they usually don't..." she says happily, seeming to get lost in her own conversation partially through... "Oh! do you have a name? And he's spike. cause I say so." she says with a motion towards the bladed tsume who just cringes, really, spike? Could she have been any less creative?
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Post by sera on Mar 22, 2005 2:03:30 GMT -5
The pale eyes shift slightly to watch the male for a long moment before they return to Hatsuyume. "A name of beauty," she says softly. "Quite a gift to you." She falls silent for a mere moment, more of a breath, a hesitation. "I am often called Arioso."
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Post by Thalron on Mar 22, 2005 2:16:06 GMT -5
The dream giggles slightly and seems almost to jump up in excitement, Hyper? yes. "Ooh! Arioso The virtouso!" she squeeked out before giggling some more, barely managing to stay sitting infront of Arioso, "Will you be my friend??" she asked as she finally managed to stop squirming for a moment, attempting, and succeeding in using the cute puppy-dog eyes on the larger tsume... A move which has been known to kill those that were not good at resisting cuteness or had Diabetes...
The bladed sighed and began idly slashing at the grass infront of him with his blade-tipped arms.
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Post by sera on Mar 22, 2005 2:28:06 GMT -5
Ari blinked in some surprise at the small creature. She could easily follow the words emerging so swiftly from the tiny creature, staccato as they were, but the strange shifts in rhythm and rhyme surely baffled her own sense of music. Each creature had it's own melody, certainly, but this, this danced oddly against her own inner rhythm.
The larger Tsume averted her gaze, surprised and somewot baffled by the question. "We know each other not," she replied, following her own inner melody. "Thus we lack basis for such a union."
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Post by Thalron on Mar 22, 2005 2:36:33 GMT -5
The dream looked slightly sad at the response, glancing down at the ground and shuffling her feet idly "But! umm... I know your name and you know mine? Doesn't that mean we know eachother?" she asked as she managed to sound as pathetically downtrodden as possible, she didn't really understand what she was talking about with the union stuff... But was guessing it was some sort of polite 'no.' of course that wasn't something the dream would accept without a long, long time of the other trying to ram the idea into her skull... Of course so far no one has managed to not be her friend, Even the ones that 'spike' has had to cut open to get her out of... >.>
The bladed tsume continued his small grass harvest over at the spot he was, creating a freshly mowed look to the area directly around him.
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