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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 14:43:33 GMT -7
The little puppet indeed paused in sheer awe of the theatre- so grand a place hidden in the maze-like alleys? She never would have found it on her own.... She's dazzled enough that the exit of their feline guide was chalked up to disappearing by time the prince's words pulled her from her stunned pause, a confused glance cast about as her cubbishly large ears perked.
"Uh....." she'd trail of blankly, at least until that charming grin and invitation invited her in. Briskly she'd nod, that odd tufted tail of hers resuming it's previous joyous sway. She'd again follow trustingly as he led her, even to and through the grand doors. And oh- but her expressions were priceless! It was clear she'd never been anywhere so grand in all her young life.
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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 14:59:39 GMT -7
It was almost sad the way she was so amazed at the structure, as magnificent as it was it needed some repair. Even the first glance of the theatre it was so obviously lived in. They had entered the back-door, and they were backstage. Ripped prurple curtains told of years of use. On the left side there was a dark hall, probably were the actor's rooms were. In the middle of the stage there was a trapdoor that led to another room. Pawpads eachoed through the theatre as an Euclides approached them.  She respectfully dipped her head to Kuma, and he returned it. Her gaze also questioned the young Sinnarnbi, but quickly gave her a warm smile. "Kuma, you mother is waiting for you upstairs." her eyes trailed to metal steps that spiraled up to the second floor. Kuma turned to Sinnarnbi again. "This is Nebika, or Nebi. She has a daughter I'm sure you'd like to meet." he then led her to the steps and bowed like a gentlement waiting for her to go first. |
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 15:22:49 GMT -7
The place was perhaps old... but what grand theatre was not? At least the girl had respect enough not to scamper about and set her little paws all over everything... This time the appearance of the adult bothers her not in the very least, for inside a theatre is was to be expected to see the cast members. She was here with a puppet master! Surely it would be plenty safe...
"Oh..." she'd murmer as another lovely member of the cast showed herself, blinking a time or two before dipping her dainty little muzzle into a bow of greeting. "Hullo Nebi..."
She'll of course however follow as her winged friend starts off though, hurrying at a prance to catch up as he settled at the base of the stairs and gestured her to preceed him. Sheepishly she'd grin, but soon enough with her ears at a curious tilt she'd start up, taking heart in that the little prince followed. "Everyone here is so pretty...." she'd murmer thoughtlessly.
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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 15:39:34 GMT -7
The canine gave her a dipp of her head "its a pleasure.". She adjusted her silk scarf and moved on, she had work to be done, she was a script writer. He quickly followed her, close enough so she knew he was there. The sound of paws climbing the stairs also echoed through the large theatre. As they neared the top they could look down and see rows of dark red seats and the woodened staged looked so small now, oppose to how the large space looked on the ground. When Sinnarnbi reached the top it would open into an attic with the stench of a kill. Hovering over the slaughtered human was an Euclides. She was a mix of things, mixed breed and mixed types. She greeted them with a nod.  "Welcome my son." she greeted him, her white orbs floated towards his friend. She gave a mysterious smile to Sinnarnbi, one like that on Mono Lisa. Kuma quickly steped forward for introductions. "Sinnarnbi, this is my mom Selanthabi. Mom, Sinnarnbi.""Oh.... hello. If you are a friend of my son you are welcomed here." she started to examined the young burn-type. "Come help yourself." she gestured a paw towards the human body, she could tell the young bebe was hungry. |
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 15:49:36 GMT -7
Again the child paused in something like awe, regardless of how the scent of blood had her belly rumbling and groaning before she even crested the top of the stairs. The canine's delicate features and lovely markings were enough to set the child aback, a respectful bow of ehr own little muzzle once more granted.
"Hello, Miss Sela." she'd chirp politely, though already her self-restraint was earning her no more than pained cramps from her belly. "Thank you!" Upon being given the go-ahead she'd show only the most intently thankful of expressions, afterwards running for the kill at a scrabble. Whimpering lightly with the intensity of her hunger she'd search out the injuries already inflicted upon the body, using those to nudge in he muzzle so that she could hungrily rip away mouthfuls of the muscle-flesh.
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Post by silvertip on Apr 28, 2007 17:06:21 GMT -7
Kumasinthinju was amused about how thankful she was for a meal. The corspe of the human was shredded to bits, it was obvious the other Euclides had taken their fill. Luckily his mom had stashed it away or it would probably been gone by then. Kuma quickly joined his friend in eating.
Selan gave her a quicky nod and then walked a few feet to let the young babies eat. Her purple cape draped over her feminine frame as her head rested on a small pillow. "What is your name?" she addressed Sinnarnbi after her hunger must've been atleast half-way satisfied.
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Post by ferabird on Apr 28, 2007 17:20:41 GMT -7
Whilst at first the motions of the kit were absolutely ravenous- it'd not take long for the great mouthfuls she snarfed down to put a satisfying weight in her belly. She'd of course gotten blood stained over her muzzle and fore-paws... but other than that she'd soon calm and slow her eating to a reasonable rate. It's fairly clear she's not the most adept of hunters, and like as not she didn't have anyone else feeding her.
Upon being questioned she'd rouse her head, ears sheepishly folded as she belatedly realizes how rude she'd been. "My name's Sinnarnbi, Miss Sela." she'd dutifully answer, pausing her meal enough to seat herself on the blood-stained floorboards. "Thank you very much for the meal. I was hungry..." Alright- so she's not the most adept at making conversation....
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Post by silvertip on May 1, 2007 18:26:42 GMT -7
The marionette wore a sympathetic look on the inside. Poor thing! However as usually she wore an unemotional mask on the outside. The young bebes simple sentences was enough to rouse her maternal instincts.
She gave a small smile at her thank you. "You welcome sweetie..." she then layed her head on her paws to 'sleep'.
After Kuma was almost satisfied he decided to ask Sin a question that had been bugging him. "Sinnarnbi where is your mother and father?" he almost bit his lips, he didn't want the question to upset her but he had to know. He did not want her going out into the cold if she had to guardian.
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Post by ferabird on May 1, 2007 18:49:20 GMT -7
The approval of her new friend's dam was all that the youngling needed. Emotionless mask or no, the matronly warmth of tone was all the support she could want.
"You really are the nicest and most beautifullest ever..." she'd answer, her simplicity in the end winning out. Was it a crime to be so young and unbiased? Sinnarnbi was very possibly one of the nearest things the euclide race had to offer to a true innocent. She may eat the flesh of others, but chances were she'd never killed anything successful on her own but for such things as rats. Even a properly angsty alleycat could have bullied the little creature about.
Setting herself more properly on her haunches the kit would begin meticulously grooming either paw. How she could tell where those flecks and stains were on her vibrant hide was anyone's guess- but she was hunting them out. Startlingly the question from her little golden savior ends in no violent outburst or reaction. She doesn't weep, gasp, or even pause the cleansing laps of her tongue between the two first digits of her right paw. Nibbling a bit of gore from her fur, she'd lift pale-irised eyes long enough only to offer a shrug and a matter-of-fact answer.
"I dunno."
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Post by silvertip on May 10, 2007 12:14:13 GMT -7
Blank souless eyes watched his companion as Kumasithinju started grooming himself. Rough pink tongue lapped up the last droplets of blood.
Thabi didn't say anything, just a small ghostly smile crept upon her face as the young bebe exalted her. Childesh or not, she couldn't help it. Although acting 'asleep' she watched them through the blanket of jet black hair.
Kumasithinju's ears flicked at her reply. It was quite sad, but he didn't show any sympathy. 'In that case, untill you find your parents would you care to join my future cast?" Ok he might've been alittle ambitious looking for members already. He didn't really beleive she could find her parents either. With a small pause he continued. "You are more beautiful than any marionette I could get into my grasp, it would be an honor if you would accept."
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Post by ferabird on May 13, 2007 21:58:12 GMT -7
(Pardon the wait... as I'm trying to think of what to do next ^_^; I promised her to FP's cast that would be put together by her V boy, but I don't want to lose this rp >_>. Trying to think of a suitable answer that gives her a chance to keep her friend, and that would make sense for her to say, seeing as ICly she has no idea she's going to be scooped up for another cast.)
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Post by ferabird on May 24, 2007 10:34:23 GMT -7
Awww.... and here the little princeling knew just how to charm the girl-child into compliance. One could guess based solely on the girl's expression that she flushed, her body already warm thanks to her type and her hide a vibrant red on it's own.
"I'm not as pretty as Miss Sela an' everyone else..." she protested bashfully, her grooming left off only half finished. A childish shy-act was rather adorably produced, ears goofily folded and eyes dipped. "But... but I'd like to stay here. You're awful nice, Kuma. And all your friends are nice too. Maybe if I grow up to be as pretty as the other girls, I can be in your cast." D'awww.... Sheepishly she'd distract herself with resuming the cleaning of one babyishly large paw... one she'd already bathed clean. She's rather obviously delighted with the attention and offer though, tail twitching and sweeping about.
(I'll hafta figger out what to do with her when she gets older, later. She'll likely be seduced away or something >_>)
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Post by ferabird on Jul 25, 2007 13:45:52 GMT -7
(*poke* Unless you wanted to do more, I'm willing to close this)
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Post by ferabird on Aug 19, 2007 13:45:45 GMT -7
(Closing this tentatively. Feel free to strike it up again by posting!)
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