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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 15:11:15 GMT -7
  A large canine entered the Theatre. His fur was heavy with water, from the storm. He shook his body, flinging droplets everywhere and filling the large theatre with wet dog smell. He was not alone, a small black and white canine limped up the steps. She was small, her form was only that of a baby. Her body was bruised and crushed from the weight of a Amuni. Through her pain she managed to smile weakly at her babysitter. Both cocked their head to the side, expecting a little Chiroptae to seek shelter with them. |
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 15:32:07 GMT -7
And follow the young chiroptae did, albeit he took his time. The poor youngling was weary to his very bones- and soaked enough that he risked taking a chill. First pitting his strength against a storm- and then against that of a vicious amuni... Was it any wonder that he was exhausted? Various scratches imparted by tooth and claw bled into his fur, the scent of the blood rousing his hunger. A notch ripped one of his delicate radar-like ears- and scratches dangerously risked the sails of his lovely golden wings. He'd not be flying for a while... not until he healed. And like any creature built for flight- being confined to the ground seemed a punishment. Slowly though he came, the taloned joint at the top of either wing serving as a foot as he used the appendages to clumsily walk. He'd have taken his anthropomorphic form long since, but he'd no clothing to keep himself modest. "Now... may we rest?" he'd ask finally, the weariness audible in his tone. For some reason though there was no rhasp there- regardless of the hellish screeches he'd earlier voiced. "And is there anything to eat...?" Prominant eye-teeth made it clear indeed that he was as capable of draining a choice piece of prey as he was of consuming flesh- and either could tide him over so that he'd be able to rest. |
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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 16:03:39 GMT -7
Makaeja and Ibasine waited patiently for their young companion. Kaedaj didn't have the help Ibasine had, Makaeja couldn't bear to see her limping along and had to pick her up by the scarf.
Slowly they both slowly curled up together, the feeling of rest seemed so foreign to their aching paws. Even the hard, cold marble floors seemed like a heaven sent. With his head on his paws he addressed the young Chiroptae. "Yes, it will feel good to rest." he gave a sigh of releif. "I don't think their is any food around here." he frowned. He had skipped out on dinner to persue Ibasine, he hoped she would rue the decision.
Weakly Iba picked up her head from the warmth of his tail. "Thank you..... what his your name?" she inquired.
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 17:01:41 GMT -7
Normally the little chiroptae would be loathe to do something as basic as cuddle with any but his sib.... but it was bitterly cold. Normally he'd have taken shelter in his home, but how was he to get there without use of his wings? He'd wearily trudge himself over to the resting pair, nudging his way to where he could lean on the larger canine and pull as much warmth as he could.
"I am Kaedaj Drakul, son of Vlaj Drakul." he'd answer, his cute little upturned nose set to rest upon the pup's flank. "You are lucky... very lucky that you were not alone and that I am not a wiser creature." What? Attacking an adult amuni, much less a canine, had been an act of folly. The little bat was lucky to have survived the clash.
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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 17:31:09 GMT -7
Makaeja didn't mind the young chiroptae at all, the more the merrier. He actually enjoyed company younger then them, so long as they didn't shun him from his type. Sometimes he thought his type was a curse. The brown shaggy coat of the wolf like euclides would serve as a nice pillow for him atleast.
"It is nice to meet you I am Ibasine and this is Makaeja." she said smiling at her new friend. One would not expect an complete stranger to defend her, a lowly Puppet, so couragously.
"What were you doing out in a storm Kaedaj Drakul?" Asked Makaeja.
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 17:46:48 GMT -7
"Just... call me Kaedaj." he'd wearily correct. After all, only an angry parent called younglings by their full name. As for the cannibal... any wariness he might have shown the wolf based on type alone was entirely abolished when the beast stood up for him. Besides- he was warm. Sure he smelled like a wet dog... but that was forgivable.
"I was training myself, and testing my strength." he decided generously to answer. "I can never grow stronger unless I push myself to my limits, and storms are the best time to do so."
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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 18:07:54 GMT -7
The canine nodded at his response. Training, that would make sense to be in such a storm. It would be foolish to go against the winds of the storm.
A lightning sliced through the sky on the outside, momentarily filling the theater with a bright light. Makaeja could feel the young pup flinch. His expression turned thoughtful and his lips moved without words, whenever he thought they did that.
"Vlad Drakul.... is he a Puppet Master?" he asked curiously. Somewhere in his memorious he's heard that name before.... Somewhere... the 'ku' suggested Puppet Master aswell.
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 18:40:46 GMT -7
"Yes." A simple answer. "My father is one of the two puppet masters of the Cast From Hell. Vlaj Drakul, the puppet master prince." Squirming a bit to settle himself more comfortably, the little chiroptae winced as the canine gave her jump and jostled him. It'd be a long night, at this rate. "If I am lucky he will take interest in that I'm missing, and come looking for me. But what of you...? Who are your sire and dam?"
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Post by silvertip on May 1, 2007 12:31:29 GMT -7
Makaeja nodded at his answer. His father was a Puppet Master, he was a dissapointment to him though. His sister on the other hand was exalted for her cunning, cruel, decisive disposition. Makaeja was never jealous though, oh no, he never wanted to be like them.
Ibasine quickly settled down again when her guardian hushed a reasurrence. Her face was now looking into that of her friend. "My mother was hunting and told Makaeja to look after me. She is probably worried." she wouldn't talk about her father, she didn't know much about him and only saw him a few times. He was the one who gave her the paranoia side of her, she knew it wasn't his fault but she felt like he was somewhat responsible. "She is a script writer, and a fine one." she added after a small thoughtful pause, oh if only she had inheritade her mothers smarts.
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Post by ferabird on May 13, 2007 21:27:14 GMT -7
(Do you object to me wrapping this up? It's sorta died out because honestly it's hard to think of anything for him to say. Poor lil bugger just wants to pass out XD)
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Post by ferabird on Jul 17, 2007 6:05:22 GMT -7
(Imma go ahead and call this closed from my end. No anger, just trying to wrap up Kaedaj's kiddy arpees now that he's grown.)
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