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Post by sera on Apr 21, 2006 19:10:08 GMT -5
His figure was gaunt, though it wasn't as immediately obvious as if one knew wot a healthy gryvern swies looked like. His deep blue body was lit with golden stars and his legs darkened by deep shadow mottling. He moved slowly with an air of self-possession that suggested he knew just how fragile his frame truly was. Pale golden eyes, unlike either parent, scaned slowly about him, presumably to find out if he was alone, but really, he wanted to find some water. His caretaker had watched him until he had eaten some lunch and he was afraid he was bloating. Escaping to this strange place was the only way he could check without his caretaker hovering over him. So the young gryvern wandered carefully through the woods, searching for some way he could check. crest.vagueinsanity.net/veselin.html (( far left )) |
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Post by Xenon on Apr 21, 2006 23:34:30 GMT -5
A curiously serpentine form moves through the nearby trees, almost fully shadowed apart from a pair of.. almost dragonfly-like wings which glow with a spectral green shade. The shape moves along elegantly, occasionally stopping to do what appears to be look around before continuing along.
The shape continues on this odd path until it notes the skeletal gryvern, and the eyes light up with a strange interest. Completely silently, the form slides after the youngster.
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Post by sera on Apr 22, 2006 21:04:09 GMT -5
He didn't immediately notice the newcomer, searching as he was, but a happenstance glance caught his attention to the strange creature. He stopped abruptly, eyes showing wariness and uneasy. No fear yet; he was too young and too inexperienced, fortunately, to fear everyone new acquaintance. This was, however, his first voyage from his home Reality, and he was a bit nervous about it. He stayed still, watching the approach without a word.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 22, 2006 21:12:26 GMT -5
The shape hesitates for a moment, then slips silently from the shadows, curling around itself several times before turning oddly-glowing yellow eyes to the young gryvern. The glowing wings shine with electrical impusles traveling along the many veins with every movement, and the long red ribbons move endlessly in an unseen wind. Though beautiful, the figure was haunting and strange as well.  The serpentine dragon dips his head low, never taking his eyes off the star-flecked blue. " greetings." He says, his voice sounding like nothing more than a wheeze of breath, oddly diminished for something his size. " do you seek something..?" |
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Post by sera on Apr 22, 2006 23:41:05 GMT -5
Pale light eyes inspected the newcomer, still uneasy about this unusual presence. He had an idea that this was a strange creature called a tsume, but he wasn't entirely positive. He had not yet been allowed to wander the hills and woods of Timekeeper and he was basing his guess on the stories he'd heard told by Mozer.
It took him a very long moment to answer softly. "i. . . i was only . . . looking around." He shifted slightly as he stared at the strange being. "Are you a tsume?" he asked, stumbling slightly over the strange-sounding word.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 23, 2006 0:10:04 GMT -5
"i am that." The white form replies, never stopping his movements. A strong current flows through the wings, and they glow vividly for a moment. His eyes pick up a similar glow, and when the glow vanishes, his eyes are a color very similar to that of the Gryvern. The ribbons twitch and wrap around the Tsume quickly, before relaxing again. Once they fall, he tilts his head to the side. "you are.. gryvern?"
There is something undeniably odd about the dragon. Not dangerous, just.. Strange. It seemed like there was something wrong with the way he moved, and most of all with that hushed and sorrowful voice of his.
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Post by sera on Apr 23, 2006 0:25:08 GMT -5
The gryvern blinks, and gives a small, hesitant nod in answer to the question. His eyes darted after the ribbons, watching the movements that certainly didn't follow the flows of air around them. He instinctively recognized that there was something off with the tsume, but those same instincts said that there was something off within himself, so he didn't listen too closely to that part.
". . . do. . . " the other's hesitation seemed to have rubbed off on the youngster as well. "Do. . you know. . . any. . . other gryvern?"
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Post by Xenon on Apr 23, 2006 0:31:28 GMT -5
"just yourself. but the world speaks of newcomers if you listen to it." He offers a slight grin, and the ribbons twitch with what looks to be extreme agitation. After a moment, they settle once more, and the Tsume eases to the ground easily. He coils his tail around his forlimbs, sitting as easily as one with hindlimbs would, despite his obvious lack of them.
He looks closely at the small figure before him, and a calculating look enters his eyes. Those eyes seem to betray an intelligence far greater than the Tsume's speech tell. The ribbons flare again, and the spark in his eyes disappear. "you are so very thin. He remarks, the currently dulled eyes travelling over the skeletal body.
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Post by sera on Apr 23, 2006 0:58:29 GMT -5
The swies tilts his head uneasily at the statement about the world. One curled ear lifts hesitantly, but the tsume's next words cause him to flinch visibly, and his pale eyes shifted away. ". . . not really. . . "
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Post by Xenon on Apr 23, 2006 1:01:59 GMT -5
The tsume's ears flatten, and he tilts his head to the side. "but you are. you look so light, just a biteful. he suddenly leans very close, but not in a threatening manner, despite his odd words. "do you wish to be thin? i wish i could help you."
He leans back again, closing his eyes and sighing gently. He shudders as the ribbons flick quickly, looking pained.
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Post by sera on Apr 23, 2006 1:33:17 GMT -5
The youngster was confused now, torn between fear of this dragon and desire to know if the strange creature knew some secret that could help him. He could feel the fat oozing through him, and it caused his mind to revolt sharply. The soft golden eyes inched slowly back to the stranger. ". . . I do want to be thin," he finally said softly, watching the flicking ribbons and wondering if they really did hurt the other. After another moment, he can't help but ask, just as quietly, "Does those hurt you?"
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Post by Xenon on Apr 25, 2006 19:53:48 GMT -5
The Tsume hesitates, and in reply one of the ribbons tightens around his front leg, its edges becoming sharp and dangerous. A small trickle of blood runs along the pale flesh, and the larger dragon flinches.
"indeed they do." he murmurs, lowering his head to the wound as the fluttering ribbons retreat again, a red tongue licking softly at the wound until the bleeding is staunched. "they are a prison.. they keep me bound and unable to fly too far or fast, to speak with my full ability, even to hunt for prey." He does appear rather gaunt, though the sight likely doesn't phase the little Gryvern.
"if I were not bound so," he says in a second, speaking slowly and with hesitation. "I could help you become thin."
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Post by sera on Apr 25, 2006 21:36:01 GMT -5
A thrill dances suddenly up the gryvern's spine, sending the mane dancing upright before drooping again in some dismay. He was young, but, he hoped, not stupid. "But why are you bound? Who imprisoned you?" To be thin and beautiful. . . the desire lay thick in his eyes.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 25, 2006 21:45:45 GMT -5
"those who were jealous. whispers the Tsume, turning saddened eyes to the sky, where the sun was beginning to set. He glances again to the Gryvern, eyes soft. "I am a rarity of tsumes.. I was. I could grant wishes to any who I pleased.. help them become whatever it was they wanted. power was mine to give.."
He trails off a moment, sorrow filling his gaze. "of course they would take such talent away. jealousy leaves us all wanting more."
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Post by sera on Apr 25, 2006 22:05:08 GMT -5
"That's not fair. . . " the swies notes softly. He tilted his head slightly, black forelock, shifting to hang rather limply with the movement. "I would want to be your friend. . . . why didn't they want to be friends?" Someone who could grant wishes? It sounded too good to pass up on. . . He eyed the ribbons with renenwed interest and a sense of a slightly livelier nature.
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