Post by Nathalia on Jun 16, 2007 12:27:21 GMT -7
His giant ears swiveled, as he listened to their conversation from above, silent as the grave he watched them, amused. So...Mulsej was going to continue talking to her? Very well, the conversation interested him anyway. He could wait until they had finished with their civilities, then he would pull the old one away...it wouldn't be long now...not if the girl's church was on its way, not moving a muscle, as though made of stone, he waited, watched, and listened.
Mulsej pulled the trinket back; he hadn't really expected her to want them...but had thought that they might cheer her up. On the contrary though...they appeared to have made her sadder.
I will not go to that place...
Mulsej simply stared at her, brows meshed together in confusion. "What de'yeh mean, pretty whan?" He asked, pushing the trinket back into his bag. "All ahf yehs go there, tha's somthin' Ah was actually sure ahf..." He paused, groping for words.
"Yeh 'ave tah, Ah didn' think yeh had a choice." He looked up at her, questioning. "Is there a choice, then? Do we get tae decide where we go?" He suddenly looked somewhat desperate, voice rising slightly. "Ow do yeh decide? Kin I change what's gonna 'appen too? Ah...well...ah..." He looked at her face, voice trailing off.
The old Torn then shook his head, smiling bemusedly at himself. "Sorry, 'bout that, pretty whan...jest got carried away, there."
He watched her eyes drift toward the sky, his skin crawled slightly, and he gazed about at the open canvas of the heavens, searching for a winged shape...was Furl about? Had she seen him? If he was here then...
Then what? tell her to get away .....He shouldn't...he should take her with him if he could...
He snapped his gaze back to the Amuni as she informed him of her Church's position...he could never take her back...he'd have to tell her to get away. After all, she had just done the same for him.
He cleared his throat, shouldering his bag. "Ah, should prab'ly get a move on then, eh?" He asked, smiling at her. "Yeh should be goin' tew, pretty whan. Don' wahnt yeh gettin' caught by anyone Ah know either." He pulled himself upright, as though about to drag himself away, then paused. "Twas good talkin' to yehs, Ah must say..." He muttered, abashed. "Yer a good one, an' whaterver yew think, Ah bet yeh'll get inter yer heaven jus' fine." He stared at the ground for a few seconds. "Yeh know...I don' think Ah ever got yer name...yeh think I could 'ave it?"
He looked up to gauge her expression. And froze. A dark shape dropped from above, silent as the stars, he hadn't even heard the wind rustle around him. He turned to the Amuni, looking sorrowful, then back to the shape which had alighted a few feet from the girl.
It was a Chiroptae.
A Carrion.
Furl.
He made an elegant leg to the Amuni. Spreading his red and black wings to accentuate the bow.
"Good evening, my dear." He murmured, his voice soft, and deep, and a bit muffled as he spoke around the pipe clenched in his teeth. "Fear not, I have only come to escort my comrade homeward..." He smiled at her and gestured a wingtip toward Mulsej.
The old Torn's expression relaxed slightly. "Ah, good..." He said, somewhat shakily. "Good of yeh tae come out fer me, Furl...We'll jus' head back then?" He looked back at the Amuni, smiling reassuringly.
"Of course, we need to be getting back to the Lady, after all." He gazed at the Amuni before him, beautiful, like many others, but more sorrowful, her expressions had betrayed more about her feelings to him than they had to Mulsej. He turned, pulling the pipe out of his mouth with his thumb claw, and blowing out a small puff of smoke. "I couldn't help but listen to your story, Lass." He murmured softly, eyes hooded. "And I know there's more to it. If you don't think you're fit for the world of Amuni any longer, then what's keeping you here?"
He tapped the bulb of the pipe against a tombstone before sticking it back into his mouth. "If you'd like, you can come back with us...we've got a good bunch of people, don't we, Mulsej?"
Mulsej looked as though he were caught in a trap. Nervously, he nodded. "Wehll, yeah, we're allright, but we're no' wha' she'd want, Furl, we-"
The Chiroptae cut him off with a wave. "Heh, could you not tell that your friend here has been about Euclides before, old one?" He whispered, voice soft, oddly alluring for a creature of his type. "She may be with the Amuni now, but part in part...she is one of us." He smiled at her, not sure if she had really lived with Euclides before...but certain she had been with them, her mannerisms expressed that much to him.
"You would make a fine addition to our Cast, lovely one..." He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, eyes rolling slightly, before snapping out of his momentary daze and focusing on her. "You would be most welcome, my friend and I can take you home"
((OOC: Sorry for the length O__o They just sudenly wanted to talk a lot...Furl was poking me...))
Mulsej pulled the trinket back; he hadn't really expected her to want them...but had thought that they might cheer her up. On the contrary though...they appeared to have made her sadder.
I will not go to that place...
Mulsej simply stared at her, brows meshed together in confusion. "What de'yeh mean, pretty whan?" He asked, pushing the trinket back into his bag. "All ahf yehs go there, tha's somthin' Ah was actually sure ahf..." He paused, groping for words.
"Yeh 'ave tah, Ah didn' think yeh had a choice." He looked up at her, questioning. "Is there a choice, then? Do we get tae decide where we go?" He suddenly looked somewhat desperate, voice rising slightly. "Ow do yeh decide? Kin I change what's gonna 'appen too? Ah...well...ah..." He looked at her face, voice trailing off.
The old Torn then shook his head, smiling bemusedly at himself. "Sorry, 'bout that, pretty whan...jest got carried away, there."
He watched her eyes drift toward the sky, his skin crawled slightly, and he gazed about at the open canvas of the heavens, searching for a winged shape...was Furl about? Had she seen him? If he was here then...
Then what? tell her to get away .....He shouldn't...he should take her with him if he could...
He snapped his gaze back to the Amuni as she informed him of her Church's position...he could never take her back...he'd have to tell her to get away. After all, she had just done the same for him.
He cleared his throat, shouldering his bag. "Ah, should prab'ly get a move on then, eh?" He asked, smiling at her. "Yeh should be goin' tew, pretty whan. Don' wahnt yeh gettin' caught by anyone Ah know either." He pulled himself upright, as though about to drag himself away, then paused. "Twas good talkin' to yehs, Ah must say..." He muttered, abashed. "Yer a good one, an' whaterver yew think, Ah bet yeh'll get inter yer heaven jus' fine." He stared at the ground for a few seconds. "Yeh know...I don' think Ah ever got yer name...yeh think I could 'ave it?"
He looked up to gauge her expression. And froze. A dark shape dropped from above, silent as the stars, he hadn't even heard the wind rustle around him. He turned to the Amuni, looking sorrowful, then back to the shape which had alighted a few feet from the girl.
It was a Chiroptae.
A Carrion.
Furl.
He made an elegant leg to the Amuni. Spreading his red and black wings to accentuate the bow.
"Good evening, my dear." He murmured, his voice soft, and deep, and a bit muffled as he spoke around the pipe clenched in his teeth. "Fear not, I have only come to escort my comrade homeward..." He smiled at her and gestured a wingtip toward Mulsej.
The old Torn's expression relaxed slightly. "Ah, good..." He said, somewhat shakily. "Good of yeh tae come out fer me, Furl...We'll jus' head back then?" He looked back at the Amuni, smiling reassuringly.
"Of course, we need to be getting back to the Lady, after all." He gazed at the Amuni before him, beautiful, like many others, but more sorrowful, her expressions had betrayed more about her feelings to him than they had to Mulsej. He turned, pulling the pipe out of his mouth with his thumb claw, and blowing out a small puff of smoke. "I couldn't help but listen to your story, Lass." He murmured softly, eyes hooded. "And I know there's more to it. If you don't think you're fit for the world of Amuni any longer, then what's keeping you here?"
He tapped the bulb of the pipe against a tombstone before sticking it back into his mouth. "If you'd like, you can come back with us...we've got a good bunch of people, don't we, Mulsej?"
Mulsej looked as though he were caught in a trap. Nervously, he nodded. "Wehll, yeah, we're allright, but we're no' wha' she'd want, Furl, we-"
The Chiroptae cut him off with a wave. "Heh, could you not tell that your friend here has been about Euclides before, old one?" He whispered, voice soft, oddly alluring for a creature of his type. "She may be with the Amuni now, but part in part...she is one of us." He smiled at her, not sure if she had really lived with Euclides before...but certain she had been with them, her mannerisms expressed that much to him.
"You would make a fine addition to our Cast, lovely one..." He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, eyes rolling slightly, before snapping out of his momentary daze and focusing on her. "You would be most welcome, my friend and I can take you home"
((OOC: Sorry for the length O__o They just sudenly wanted to talk a lot...Furl was poking me...))