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Post by LadyL on Oct 23, 2005 19:31:26 GMT -5
The soft grass, the wet leaves felt strange under his paws, used to walking the hot sand of the desert. Last night, he had slept under the stars of Alonnia... it was too long ago since it had happened last. Windsage stretched and sniffed the air. Even though the wind was at his back, he could feel the scent of many different species, the orchard was near... Maybe there would be someone there skilled in the crafts he needed, maybe not. Maybe someone to talk to, or just play for a while. He needed a vacation anyway. Too bad it would have to be a short one... He halted at the edge of the clearing, the wind sweeping his long, two-toned mane out of his eyes. It was a grey, wet autumn day, when the scents of the earth were strong in the forest. The stallion paused to take in the scene. Image: www.angelfire.com/poetry/lindaslya/dal/d268.gifStats etc: www.angelfire.com/poetry/lindaslya/dal/Drigius.html
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Post by Belladandy on Oct 24, 2005 12:03:54 GMT -5
In the distance the autumn silence was suddenly broken by the sound of Pallo Balleny the faun, playing his beloved lute. Which he named Helena.
Pallo was small in size hardly over five feet. With olive colored skin and chocolate brown hair and fur. He wore an off-white and somewhat stained shirt that was one size too big and a faded patched green vest.
The faun traveled about as a bard and as a jester. Preforming his talents at birthdays, celebrations and even a few weddings and once at a funeral.
Pallo continued to pluck at his lute's strings trying to bring some cheer to what he thought was a very gloomy day.
Picture unfinished: img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/Feyna/Pallothefaun.jpg
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Post by LadyL on Oct 24, 2005 14:04:46 GMT -5
The sound of music made Windsage raise his head. Not bad, actually. The tones seemed to fall easily from the bard's hands. The drigius could almost picture them, a cascade of water, but not this gently dripping wetness, rather an eager brook in springtime. Anyway...
Quietly sneaking around, Windsage decided to play the little faun a small trick... it was way too quiet here today. Carefully, he stretched out his long tail, just so much that the tip brushed Pallo's neck. Then, before the faun had time to turn around, he withdrew and lay down into a big pile of leaves.
(OFF: The faun is very cute!)
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Post by Belladandy on Oct 25, 2005 10:48:48 GMT -5
"Are you going to Scarborough fair?" The faun started sing gently completely unaware of the mischiefs drigius sneaking up from behind.
"Parsley, sage, rosemary and thy...IEEEMM!!" Pallo gasped suddenly felling the odd sensation of something tickling the back of his neck.
Pallo turned about looking about wildly, never seeing the cheeky drigius hiding in the leaves. [/color]
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Post by Dawby on Oct 25, 2005 17:46:26 GMT -5
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Post by LadyL on Oct 26, 2005 1:56:01 GMT -5
Windsage had planned to wait until the faun turned away and then sneak around to startle him again. The stallion had just risen from his hiding-place, bits of wet leaves and grass still clinging to his coat, when the unfamilliar voice behind him made him jump. He whirled around to face the mare and then, realizing how stupied he must have looked, laughed and tossed his wet mane out of his eyes. "As it pleases you, milady." He agreed smoothly. "I'm glad you joined us, it is nice to see that I'm not the only one of our kind suffering this dismal weather."
He sat down, arranging his long tail in a neat curve around himself. "Well, Minstrel," He adressed the faun. "May we request a song?"
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Post by Dawby on Oct 26, 2005 19:34:23 GMT -5
The drigus mare gave the other a crooked grin. "Dismal? Now, now. You don't want to give us desert types a reputation as wimps." She stared at the faun again. "Seriously, though, what is that?"
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Post by Belladandy on Oct 26, 2005 19:40:39 GMT -5
Pallo's long pointed (and slightly drooped) ears picked up Windsage's request and spining around once again he caught sight of the two drigus'.
"Criggets!" The startled faun cried never before seeing a drigus.
"Where did you come from?" Pallo asked in a more calmer tone. "And what are you?"
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Post by Dawby on Oct 26, 2005 19:45:33 GMT -5
The ears of the female flirted back in surprise. "But I asked first!"
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Post by LadyL on Oct 30, 2005 10:45:36 GMT -5
The stallion flickered his tail in her direction. "I think we have to be truthful here. dismal it is, right? So why deny it? *he grins at her over his shoulder*
"Drigus." He calmly answers the faun. "That's what we are... and where we come from? Well, here, I guess..." He glances over at the female. "Or what do you think would be the proper answer?"
(Sorry guys, I haven't been around for a few days)
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Post by Belladandy on Oct 30, 2005 10:59:32 GMT -5
"Garn...never heard of your kind before." Pallo said sheepishly rubbing his chin and muttered.
"If only I paid more attention at school instead of passing notes to Paula..."
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Post by LadyL on Oct 31, 2005 3:13:03 GMT -5
"Indeed you should have." The stallion replied, mock sternly. "Maybe there would have been a reference to us in some footnote." Giving the female a glance, he thought to himself that if this Paula had been only half as pretty as she was, he would most definatly have ignored geography too... "By the way, they call me Windsage." he offered an introduction.
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Post by Dawby on Oct 31, 2005 9:45:07 GMT -5
"Nathciranda." She shot him a bright grin. "Our kind is technically from Allonia, I suppose, but I was born and raised elsewhere."
Taking a closer look Pallo, she guessed, "Maybe some sort of talking groundhog?"
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Post by Belladandy on Oct 31, 2005 11:11:41 GMT -5
"Groundhog!" Pallo exclaimed at Nathciranda's comment. Stamping his right cloven hoof the faun bard waved a hand over his goat-like legs. "Do these look like the legs of a groundhog?"
Pallo chuckled and made an overexaterated bow, as he always did when introducing himself.
"I am Pallo Balleny the faun! And also to say." The faun patted his lute lightly. "A bard and a prince of Jesters."
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Post by Dawby on Oct 31, 2005 13:08:49 GMT -5
"A prince!" exclaimed Nathciranda, a faintly teasing note threaded through the words. "And of jesters, no less. Well, I do apologize."
She lowered her neck, bending one foreleg in a sort of curtsy. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Pallo Bellany the Faun."
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