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Post by silvertip on Apr 2, 2006 6:55:00 GMT -7
When the sunsets, the children get up and go home. The birds flutter balance on the branch's and what the sun say goodbye. When the last twinkle is seen from the leaves you grasp it, for you know, it is the last untill the night wakes up. As all tucks away into there cozy retreat, one says on the bench. In a overly large coat and hat. Long black fingers reach into the pocket and take out a small decoration mirror. His eyes, the pit of curiousity, examine it head to two. He is so caught up in it, he doesn't realize there is another hiding closely. He gives a wolfish grin as he found a swich on it. Slowely, canine fingers latch it open. It contains a picture of a family. His eyes soften. He was the one who killed the young girl. Shaking his dark neck fur, he slids it back. Sadness radiates through the air as the stares blankly into the last lights. |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Apr 14, 2006 15:51:03 GMT -7
Biriseis walked in the dark of the night through the abandoned park. It was a nice place to come at night for that reason, no one was here to bug you, and you could just sit and think. That was a luxury that Biriseis didn't get often. She was mostly to stressed from the day's verbal and physcial abuse given by other Euclides to really just sit and relax when night rolled around. To add to that, night was always CRAWLING with vicious hunting euclides. She remembered the time she encountered a Cannibal, and it was easy for her to say that she would not step near one of those again. Monsters, the whole lot of them, Cannibal, Terror, Death, Bone, Zombie, hell Rust....they were all monsters like herself. She wondered how long it would be before she was attacked by another Cannibal, and maybe killed. At least she would be useful for once in her life. She sighed slightly shaking those thoughts from her head and continuing to walk in the silent park. Today was different from other days simply for the fact that, like magic, Biri had not bumped into any Euclides today. Strange occurence, but she was glad for it. She had not noticed the Oil Male in the dark, as she wondered until she had passed the bench, suddenly realizing there was a form there. She grew tence, and dropped her gaze and stance, placing her face between her paws in a sort of bow, yet also being able to protect her face. "Oh...H-hello, s-s-sir-r." she responded stuttering. www.geocities.com/gastgedal/Euclide/EU059F.jpg |
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Post by silvertip on Apr 14, 2006 16:27:25 GMT -7
Akea didn't even notice the female. He was to caught up in thought. However, her vioce broke the curse. Pale pink tongue licked his dark maw. Company! Just perfect. Although, she didn't seem like a vicous euclides, he could stay and find out more about her. He usually tried to advoid euclides in fear they might take his treasure's, or punish him for his usual sarcastic attitude and rebeliousness.
But he'd play it 'cool' around her. He rose from his wooden seat and started over to her, of course making sure his treasure was neatly packed in the tan coat's pocket. He started to bend on his knee in front of her, looking Biri in the eyes. "Hello moseire. I am Ja'akea, Puppeteer." he said in his french accent. That was something people usually didn't expect from him. With a tial swush, he continued "What is your name? I won't heart you." he held out a paw in greeting smirking lightly and allowed her to respond to him, still looking at the pocked were his watch layed.
(sorry for shortness.)
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Post by FlyingPanther on Apr 14, 2006 17:54:36 GMT -7
She couldn't help but scramble backwords slightly as he approached, afraid that he might hurt her. He smelled so pungent of oil as he approached she felt the reflexes in the back of her throat force her to gag slightly. She secretly hoped that this wouldn't offend the Oil male, and if it did wondered what horrible punishment she would recieve for her rudeness. How had she not smelt him before? She was very suprised when he kneeled down in front of her, her eyes looking up towards his canine face. She smiled at his kindness and his french accent. It had been a long time since she had met another euclide that wasn't england born, or seemingly so.
When he presented her with his name she bowed slightly, quickly giving out hers. "I'm Biriseis. A Script Writer Sir...You can call me Biri if it is easier for you." she said kindly, carefully putting her paw in his, unsure what he was going to do. "Not that it is any of my buisness sir, but I can't help but notice your accent. Pardon me for asking, but are you from France?" her curiousity often got the best of her. She was hoping just as he , though she didn't know it, that she wouldn't encounter anyone today. Fortuneatly, or Unfortunatly, she would not be granted that hope.
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Post by silvertip on Apr 14, 2006 18:56:17 GMT -7
He just slowed to her backing up. Letting her tell him if he were to close, or not. He ignored the gag, just ears flinging back then crept to its origenal place. He couldn't help but smile at her lovely eyes. The smile was warm, but in a daze. Again, he took a pause to reassure his trinket was safe.
"You don't have to bow," he took two fingers and lifted her chin to look at him. What a gentleman he was being tonight! "Tis a most beautiful name, Biriseis." he nodded and realesed her from his black fingers. At her question, he took off the hat and flicked his ears. He'd get another chance to talk about his heritage which was great with him. With a wolvish grin he replied. "Partly, you could say. Born in Spain, but raised in France, confusing no?" he wagged his tial playfully, whether she could see it through the heavy coat. "Excuse me, miss." he stated and took off the coat, and flung it on the bench. Then formed into his wolf form. "If you don't mind, Biriseis, I'd like to know about you." he smiled, french accent even more realizable than normal.
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