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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 7, 2003 20:59:21 GMT -5
[glow=White,2,300]Zhaneel Marched Around. His massive sable horse half muscular and flexing.His golden hair flushed out behind him, parts in braids the other half jsut floating in the air. His eyes, crystalin blue, glanced around. He was still in love with A certain Centaur female...but right now he wanted to meet these Fauns, the new race he had heard had entered the terre.Rearing up, he held his dragon staff clsoe in the process, he put on a majestic air as he looked aorund for the fauns[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 7, 2003 21:13:07 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300] =a light clop sounded over and over from nearby, growing closer. it was faster than a centaur's pace, bipedal by the sound. through the brush fought spiraling ram horns, followed by a human torso and then ram hindquarters. angrily shaking off the leaves that clung to him, Twig, the first faun in the land, caught the glimpse of the centaur. trotting merrily near him, holding his ever-present reed flute at his side, the black goateed faun waves up at him= Narunka! =suddenly catching himself using Faunish ((the language of the faun)), he switches to the common tongue= Hello! I am Twig, First of the Fauns, and proud of it I might add. =he studies the tall figure= [/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 8, 2003 19:40:07 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]He turned to his new friend. Raising his hand in waving towards him. He walked over reaching him a reed pipe carved with tiny centaurs and fauns playing together while wolves watched them. They where all friends here "This a promise to the times to come when all are equal, fauns and centaurs and wolves alike Twig" He smiled at him and reached it out to him[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 8, 2003 19:46:37 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300] =Twig's eyes sparkled at the marvelous work. taking it gingerly into his own small hands, he scrutinized the instrument= It's a beautiful flute, Zhaneel! =he looked back up after a long while, a grin plastered upon his face= and I have something for you, I hope you like it. =he felt about his waist area for a bit, finally finding a concealed grey leather pouch. pulling it open and delving inside, he produced a purple spiny conch, about twice as big as his own fist. dusting it off carefully he examined it, the very tip was cut away to make a hole just large enough to put lips over. he held it out= it's an ocarnia, of sorts. back from my homeland. =he flushed sheepishly, knowing that the ornate flute was a much better instrument=[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 8, 2003 19:53:16 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]He smiled rather shyly taking the Ocarnia inhis hands softly. He blew into it once, a long claer note. As he took it from his lips he smiled "Thank you Friend.It is such a great instrument. I love it" He smiled again. Taking his hand to his chin he thought for a moment "Would you like to fly?" He had magic, very experienced strong magic and he could give Twig wings to fly like the eagles, though Zhaneel would follow him of course[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 8, 2003 19:56:37 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300] =Twig's orbs widened in amazement and eagerness= F-F-F-Fly?! Me?! As in, in the sky? With birds? =there was a pause, and then he exploded in enthusiasm= THAT WOULD BE MARVELOUS! =he was now dizzy, and had to take a steadying step backwards=[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 8, 2003 22:03:37 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]He smiled and nodded "Thats good" Waving his staff for a moment "Kerksha Deferati" After a second he grew wings, large black wings like those of a raven. Waving his staff over Twig " You get wings according to your species" He smiled and said the same words. Twig grew wings , large and tan colour, those of a butterfly "Nice no?"[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 9, 2003 20:14:36 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300] =Twig looked over his shoulders at the new appendages, and fluttered them experimentally. with a cheerful cry, he bounded into the air like a deer and hoverred a moment, zig zagging a bit from lack of experience. he landed clumsily and smiled at Zhaneel= This is quite wonderful! =he then bagan to skip in a wide circle around the centaur, then bounded into the air a few feet and continued his circle a bit awkwardly. he soon grew accustomed to the drafts and began speaking in a singsong voice= where are we going now, friend?[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 14, 2003 14:06:33 GMT -5
[reply later. busy. sorry. lol]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 17, 2003 19:40:44 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]He laughed at him, tail flaunted about as she thought. "Wherever you like to go friend, I will follow" [/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 17, 2003 20:33:16 GMT -5
(too lazee for da colors))
=Twig grins widely= i should like to see the forest!=he stares off into the horizon=
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 17, 2003 22:02:57 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,300]-Metalic hooves glint in the bright sun, gleaming next to the dull cream sand. A flowing tail, of a deep chocolate hue... Two tearstained fawn brown eyes blink, a single tear falls onto the sand. She stops suddenly, as she sees who she had been searching for without having to reach his part of the forest. She immidiately ceases to move, slapping her hooves into the ground hard, still sliding a bit. She turns back to Jateen and smiles weakly. Certainly, her friend was cried out, but she had not even started. All that life... snuffed out, a flame, it's oxygen stolen from it- Zhaneel -she says in a high, distressed voice quite unlike her own-[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Apr 17, 2003 22:16:48 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]With a simple nod, Twig was back on the ground and all signs of wings where gone. he turned his head to Nadia, the one centaur he loved, and smiled, but as he seen those tears fall from her fragile beautiful cheeks his frown faded and he stoped his hoof in fright. He walked towards her and tried to smile, but couldn't. He raised a brow and in a slow moment he asked "Whats... wrong?"[/glow]
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Post by FrostByte on Apr 17, 2003 23:16:19 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,300]-She looks over her shoulder at Jateen. Obviously, the sandy centuaress seems in no hurry to tell their friend, and thus she looks back to him, glistening eyes, which had at once been full of emotion, as though they laughed at nothing, and then emotionless, letting none in, now showing emotion. now they were emotional once more. Not very mixed. Hurt, pain, clearly show themselves. She opens her mouth slowly, but the words don't come out. She closes it and looks to the ground. About thirty seconds later she lifts her head, ready to try to tell him again...- Zhaneel... Jateen just came from home... the plague found our people... there was only one left when she got there. All the others were on their deathebds. They've left us. They're gone -she says in a crushed emotional voice, as though she's not sure to blame herself for not returning when the war ended, or to hate them, hate them all for leaving her here without them. She had told her sister when they left. She had said. She remembers it clearly. "Don't leave. I'll be back for you" she sighs as she remembers, her body shivering. The young 10-year old had such an expressive face, if she was cheerful, boy was she hyper. If sad, boy was she depressing. And now the long, tearstained face of the young girl won't go away. She just can't get the picture out of her head.. it just keeps appearing in front of her eyes, haunting almost...-[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Apr 17, 2003 23:36:51 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300] =Twig had been momentarily shocked from landing on the ground so fast. Had that last scene been a dream? with a look around he was sure it was not. now two more centaurs were here, but he did not open his mouth in greeting. he could tell that these two centauresses were in no mood to meet such a lowly creature as a faun. he merely stood quietly, pawing at the ground and admiring his flute=[/glow]
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