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| Liron | Jan 20 2009, 11:36 PM Post #1 |
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lol pacifists.
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[ooc: Ahh, the shortness….not to mention the suckiness.] The harsh desert sun shone down mercilessly upon the Eldahar townsfolk, drawing forth beads of perspiration that rolled down foreheads, backs, bared arms. Not a single cloud obscured the azure sky, leading to temperatures so searing an egg would have fried on the bare sand. Yet the heat and blinding light did nothing to facilitate quick arrivals and departures from the clusters of women that sashayed their way to the oasis, pails and buckets dangling from their fingers. They took their time drawing water, pausing often to gossip and chat with a neighbor or to splash cool water over their heated faces. Old and young, cranky and carefree, the oasis was not particular to whom it provided life-giving water. The daily sound of feminine voices and lilting laughter drifted into the air, but today this happy chorus mingled with the hum of a violin, soft and sad. The player was one of few males situated near the oasis, and quite possibly the only one not bearing knives, bows, spears and other assorted arms. In fact, there was not a single weapon on his person, unless one was to count the instrument in his hand as a rather unconventional club. However, the violin exhibited obvious signs of love, the maple having been polished to a shine, suggesting that the first person to view the violin as a weapon would meet with bodily harm. In fact, judging from appearances, more care was given to the violin than was given to the player himself. A layer of dust and coated his cream-colored shirt and black pants, as well as the orange strands currently plastered to his forehead by the amazing sticking power of sweat. The heat did not treat him any better than those around him, but he appeared completely oblivious to his discomfort, so immersed was he in his music. Occasionally, a flock of women would pause to listen and titter, but the lack of response to their attention led them to shrug their shoulders and return home after only a few minutes. His eyes remained closed as he swayed back and forth in time with the music that emanated from the contact of bow on strings. Twenty minutes passed before his fingers stilled, and his eyelids opened to reveal tired emerald eyes. With great care, he placed the violin back into the case by his foot, and bent to get a drink of water. Thirst sated, he plunged his cupped hands into the sparkling water, brought them back up and dumped the collected water onto his head, relaxing as the cold droplets dripped down his face and neck. The heat was still oppressive, however, so he took a moment to roll up his shirtsleeves, exposing fair skin to the brutal sun. It would sunburn if he left it bare for long, but at the current moment, it seemed a fair trade for a few moments of relief. Having seen to his own comfort, Liron turned back to his precious violin. The strings did not handle the heat particularly well, even with the cooling effect of a large body of water, and the pitches were going sharp. There wouldn’t be any permanent damage, but he always felt compelled to tend to every little thing, as though the wooden instrument was flesh and blood. In a way, it was, for it was the only thing he really had in life. Without it, he was lost, and thus, he cared about it more than he cared about himself. Plopping himself down on the cobbled street, he lifted the violin from the case, cocked his head, closed his eyes, and began the arduous process of tuning. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jan 21 2009, 09:34 AM Post #2 |
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Of the women that stopped by the young musician, just one lingered longer than the rest. Even when he'd stopped playing and moved to cool himself with the oasis' water, the female still remained. But she was hardly near him, sitting quite a distance away from both he and the water. She sat, entranced by his notes, and partly sunbaked by the cruel heat. Wearing the lightest clothing she had was not enough to keep her cool, so, in a skirt and a strip of fabric that hardly counted as a shirt, the redheaded woman was forced to sunbathe on the open sand. When the last of the notes left the air and lost freshness in her mind, she opened her golden eyes to gaze after him. Quite the pretty male, and young indeed; though, to Kit, all humans were the equivalent to a cub in age. His face was almost suited to his song, but the vixen found herself quite displeased with his appearance overall- too little care had been put into it to suit her satisfaction. A vain creature by nature, it was beyond her understanding for one to put so little effort in their looks. It bothered her in a way it shouldn't have, but she just could not let it go. Her body arose from the hot sand and inched forward on hands and knees before rising up on two legs, coming up behind him with predatory silence. A moment she paused, observing his attentions to the instrument, before reaching over to run her hand across the strings. Her touch was gentle, as though she were trailing her fingers across a spider's silken web. Just as quick as the hand had appeared, it was withdrawn, returned to her as she dropped to her knees beside him, leaning forward with her hands placed on the warm sand. "That was beautiful." Moving forward and swinging her legs out from beneath her weight, Kit sat near with her feet in the water. Her voice rose a moment into a humming trill before drifting out into an echo of the notes he had just played. As she hummed, her smile grew, staring at her companion out of the corner of her eye. Without finishing, she stopped, tilting her head to the side as her gaze turned fully on him. "Might I ask a name of this fine musician? I shall impart mine, if you promise yours in exchange." |
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| Liron | Jan 22 2009, 01:39 PM Post #3 |
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lol pacifists.
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First came the E string, the lowest string from which he tuned all the others. Humming the pitch softly under his breath, Liron fiddled with the pegs, loosening the string bit by bit. It had taken him ages to memorize the exact pitch but he’d performed this task so many times in the past that it had become ingrained in him, a sound as familiar to him as his mother’s laughter. Still, familiarity with the pitch did nothing to hasten the time it took to tune the string, and a full two minutes passed before he declared himself fully satisfied. Jumping up a fifth, he hummed A and began working with the next string. His fingers worked in harmony, the right hand adjusting the peg while the left plucked diligently away at the string. He had just finished with the A string when his fingers felt the faintest of vibrations, almost like a breath of air being blown on the strings. His eyes opened to catch a small hand being retracted away from the violin. Pausing for a moment, Liron lifted his head to glance at the young woman who had dared to lay a hand on his most important possession. With thick red hair and bright golden eyes – surely a shade not natural to the human world - the woman across from him was a rather attractive specimen, though not his type. He didn’t even think he had a type anymore, which was fine by him. If he died alone at his deathbed, it was nothing more than he deserved. Still, just because he was destined to be alone – a fact he’d settled on after several days of pondering and unfounded logic – it didn’t mean that he had to eschew company completely. “I prefer if you didn’t touch the strings, miss. There’s no harm caused, but I’m slightly protective of my instrument.” Slightly was an understatement if there ever was one, but there was no need in making himself appear like an anal-retentive idiot. Lowering his eyes again, he resumed his ministrations, while keeping a small part of his mind conscientious of the crafty young woman nearby, lest she ignore his gentle reprimand and maul his instrument again. It was thirty seconds before the string’s pitch was close enough to the actual for him to revert his attention back to the woman. “I appreciate the compliment. It could have been better, but the violin’s acting up in this heat, and wreaking havoc with the tuning. Ah well.” He shrugged his shoulders, a gesture of indifference. “Such is life. Nothing ever works out quite the way you want it to.” Despite the levity of the sentence, a touch of bitterness leaked out, polluting the otherwise pleasant atmosphere before it faded away. “You can call me Liron. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jan 22 2009, 05:26 PM Post #4 |
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((Daaaamn, just realised she had the same hair and eye color as Val. XD)) The vixen barely stifled a snicker, practically choking on it as she resisted the urge. She could already see just by looking at the thing that he was highly protective of it, and while she wasn't one to blame him or even look down on him for it, she did wish he'd take a little less care of it and more of himself. "Mmm, yes. I can see just how... slightly protective you are." Crossing her arms, she allowed him to finish his tuning, comfortable with gazing around the oasis at the people that toiled about. This fellow, no matter how interesting at a distance, was pretty much the embodiment of dull up close and personal. Or, in the nicest of terms, he wasn't particularly sociable. After a short while of tolerating his ignorance, Kit's mind decided to be put out by his manner, mildly offended that he could brush her off so easily. A result of her vanity and much so of her pride, it easily became an annoyance when one so easily brushed her aside. Fortunately for Liron, Kit's method of revenge was far from the least bit cruel. Shuffling around to his other side, Kit laid herself out behind his back so that she was curled around him like a cat about her kittens- or more so, a fox around her kit. Stretching her arms out before her, she mused herself with a yawn before propping her head up on her hands, gazing out at the water with seemingly little interest in him. But the cocky fox continued to watch him out of the corner of her eye as a fluffy appendage purposely began to pat against his arm, flicking lazily from side to side. Intentionally a bother, the girl began to smirk, closing her eyes as she feigned a lack of awareness of her tail's musings. She'd purposely only let out her tail, as her ears were still trapped in human shape. Surely he could not so simply ignore such an oddity as a vulpine tail sprouted from a human girl's behind? He had finished now, just seconds after she'd begun her attempt at pestering him for his attention. She managed to sway her tail away from him as he spoke now, finally paying her some mind. His words amused her with a reminding of days long unwanted and forgotten. Days of a younger Kyou, and a less carefree pursuit in life. Her own voice flowed out in a drawl, sounding almost as disinterested as she'd made herself look. "So you're one whom still hopes to control the tide... one day y'gotta learn to let fate's wings sweep where ever they're wishin', because there's no way you'll ever tame the waves." Given his name, Kit perked up with a smile, rolling over onto her side to fully face him, though now with her tail flicking against his back. Even in human form she was still just a playful fox. "Ahh, Liron... 'tis a pleasure indeed! Y'can call me Kit, then, good sir. Mighty hot a weather, isn't it now? Would make my fur wet if I could sweat. Damned overheatin' like this." |
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| Liron | Jan 24 2009, 11:51 PM Post #5 |
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lol pacifists.
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((That's cuz Val is freaking awesome. And Kit too. ^^)) Barely restraining an expression of annoyance from his face, Liron made quick work of the last string and giving the violin a quick check before he placed it back in its case. Stubborn, persistent woman! She just couldn’t follow directions, could she? Well, no, that wasn’t entirely true. Technically, she hadn’t touched his violin after he’d politely requested she not. But she hadn’t left him completely alone either. She had remained on the ground, curled into a position that wrapped around him on three sides, and then, out of nowhere, a fluffy fox tail had appeared, one that seemed designed with the sole intent of driving him crazy. And even after he’d finished and resumed conversation, the tail remained there, moving from his arm to his back. It wasn’t as noticeable now that he’d become slightly more accustomed to it, but a small part of his brain still wanted to tie it up and restrain it. Ruthlessly suppressing that urge, he brought forth his bow and began to loosen the strings slowly. He took his time in replying to her, partly because it was hot and he felt a sun-induced laziness spreading over his bones that made him want to sleep, but mostly because her obnoxiously cheerful attitude was beginning to annoy him. Couldn’t she tell that he wasn’t in the mood for tricks and silly banter? Either she was extremely blind to the environment around her, or she just liked irritating people. From the little he’d seen, it was most likely the latter. “No, I don’t want to control the tides. I don’t place myself as high as that. I don’t even want to control a single wave. All I want is to control myself. If I can manage that, I’ll be satisfied.” And, he was satisfied, to a point. All those years of self-restraint, all those times he’d forced himself to learn patience rather than recklessly run off…it had paid off. He never felt the urge to rage at anyone, slap someone until they were silly, had to restrain a murderous intent. But it had come with the price of burying the spark of life inside him until it was barely there. He was nothing more than a half-alive corpse, stumbling across Elenlond with no real purpose or meaning. He didn’t care about anything or anyone. If someone had said that to him, he would have claimed he cared about his violin, but it was only an object, lifeless and of no substance. How pathetic he was. It was probably a good thing that Kit was here, pestering him to no end. Putting the now loosened bow back and shutting the case, he sat back and fanned himself with his hand. “I have to agree, it is pretty hot. It might be better if you find someplace slightly shadier to sit. Wouldn’t want you to overheat. Wouldn’t want me to overheat either, now that I think of it.” He inched back to the water and dumped some more over his head. A definite waste of water, but it felt so good for the three minutes it remained cold on his head. “I really wish I had a towel. Then all I’d have to do is plunge it into the water and leave it on my head. It would be so much more efficient than what I’m doing now.” He eyed her mostly exposed body. “I probably should take my shirt off, but I sunburn rather quickly. I’d rather deal with oppressing heat for a few hours than sunburn for a few days.” Guiltily, Liron glanced at his bare forearms. “As it is, my arms are going to be sunburnt soon.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jan 25 2009, 10:20 AM Post #6 |
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"Hmm." Kit brought herself around again, pulling her body up so that she was sitting entirely to his left, her feet stretched out infront of her once more. By his words, and yet still his appearance, she could assume that he didn't expect much of anything, nor ask much of anything. From what she could interpret, he lacked a high sense of self and held little in means of arrogance or vanity. Quite her opposite in pride, but then of course the fox was a vain creature and didn't expect anyone to truly compare. At the very least, however, she'd expect them to have something of a fight. Liron to her was much like a dandelion in the shade of a redwood- no guess as to whom was getting more sunlight. Didn't help either that the dandelion was afraid of the sun, apparently, as the musician shared the easily burnt condition of his skin. Quite the shame, for he made for a handsome flower, if she did say so herself. And perhaps she would! Why shouldn't she? He deserved to know that much. Not that she figured he was unaware, just willingly ignorant of it. It was time to remind him. "Ah ah, I think I'm good here. Prefer accompanied misery to lonely bliss." The truth on all accounts. Kit hated to be alone; it had become a fear of sorts, to the point that she'd willingly confront danger if it meant staying near a friend. And then, of course, she had the habit of attaching herself to random strangers as she was now. Usually the ones that kept to theirselves, as they were easier to approach than groups. Liron, by singling himself out, set himself to be a victim of the kitsune's whimsy. The vixen's tail continued to wave back and forth behind her, sliding to and fro through the sand. Unaware to even herself, its motions was creating a depression, leaving a faint valley where her tail pushed the fine grain from side to side. This would not have concerned her, but for the particles that were getting caught up in her fur. Still, it took her some time to notice. "Mm, the curse of fair skin, that is. Seems a natural fact, the prettier y'are the more the world works against you." Now the vulpine grinned, her smile revealing sharp canines amidst her teeth. Their existance lasted just a moment, as they changed to reflect the other teeth around them, becoming more human in shape as Kit changed her shape. Her red hair shortened into almost-shoulder-length ginger strands as her golden eyes took on a green shade, and her skin altered its own fair appearance to a paler tone. As her body changed its colors it also altered its shape, growing taller and losing its curves. Particularly as her chest flattened did the transformation become clear: she'd become the physical spitting image of him. Kit put on a cocky smirk, unbefitting of the form he'd adopted, as he looked to his companion. He'd matched him so closely they could have been twins; the only difference being in clothing, and the fact that Kit didn't have glasses. With new vocal chords, the second Liron spoke with its original's voice, in a tone still uncharacteristic from the true Liron's own. "And might I say, you sure are a pretty one." The bushy tail, the one thing of Kit's that the fox had kept, increased its wagging in response to his own pleased-with-himself expression, but at this point he had finally noticed its workings, and pulled it to his lap with a whine. "Ahh! My tail's gettin' sand all caught up in itself!" He sighed, brushing out his fur with his hand to try and get the sand away. Vanity had everything to do with it; Kit's vulpine pride hated to have its tail dirtied. Even as he worked at cleaning up his fur, however, his attention remained on Liron, a small smirk on his face. After a moment of cleaning, the fox paused, looking up at the other with a bit of a sheepish look. "You know? Y'don't look that good in a skirt. Don't ever consider crossdressing." ((XP 'cause I said I would.)) |
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| Liron | Jan 25 2009, 11:09 AM Post #7 |
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lol pacifists.
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((Actual post now. xP)) He couldn’t help himself. He gaped at her. Or rather, if one wanted to be anatomically correct, at him. Because the person standing in front of him was most definitely male. There was no way this was happening to him. This simply could not be happening to him. He was not currently sitting in the middle of scorching hot desert staring at…well, himself. It had to be heatstroke. Yes, that sounded about right. He’d heard that heatstroke did funny things to people, and he’d certainly been out in the sun for a good amount of time. Or maybe it was something else. Dehydration? He hadn’t actually drank any water, just splashed it over himself. Whatever it was that he was suffering from, it was definitely causing him to hallucinate, because this version of himself would never have occurred in a million lifetimes. For one thing, that cocky smile looked completely wrong on his face, especially with the removal of his glasses. The fox tail sticking out from behind was probably more wrong. Even though he wasn’t fully human, he possessed nothing but human characteristics. No funny colored eyes, no fur in odd places, no ears or tails or claws of an animalistic nature, nope, none of that. A fox tail was definitely out of the question. But made the entire image completely unreal was the skirt. He was wearing a skirt. A short skirt, of some unidentifiable tan color that barely made it past his – no, he refused to call the thing ‘him’ – its knees, completely revealing pale lower legs for the entire world to see. That, coupled with the strip of cloth wrapped around his chest, gave him the appearance of an insane circus escapee with slightly perverted cross-dressing habits. After 30 seconds of gaping, Liron decided he couldn’t handle the image anymore, and put a hand over his eyes. It clearly was not a dream or a hallucination. This whole thing was real. And he had no idea what to do. He sat on the ground, stunned, until a voice – his voice - in a tone completely unfamiliar to him, brought him back to reality. “Well, thank you oh-so-much for that piece of advice,” he shot back. “I’ve never cross-dressed in my life and I have no plans of starting now. Especially not with a skirt in such an abominable color.” It was an ugly color, dull and bland. Even pink would have been better. Of course, why he was even worrying about color in the first place was a riddle. He was never going to wear a skirt, ever ever. And she’d best know that. “Your whole image of me is absolutely ridiculous, not to mention appalling. Could you please spare my eyes the torture and revert back to your other form?” Edited by Liron, Jan 25 2009, 07:00 PM.
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jan 26 2009, 09:47 AM Post #8 |
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The copy stared at him, its lively smile dropping for a confused frown. Head tilted to the side and eyes blinking in wonder, "Liron Two" gawked at "Liron One" for a moment, before an amused grin spread out across his face. He was feeling quite bold in his reply, leaning back as a snicker broke free from his mouth. It grew into a chuckle, and soon on into a full-hearted laugh. Anyone that passed by would surely think the "twin" to be an absolute loon by this point, if they hadn't decided so before then. All in all, Kit's presence made Liron appear to be of the soundest mind. "Is... that... all?" The fox sputtered between laughs, gripping both his arms about his chest as he doubled over in a fit of giggles. He choked on bursts of air and saliva, trying to regain himself, but could not seem to put the laughter to rest. It was not until he'd fallen over onto his side, whining in pain, that the fit started to subside. When it had finally stopped the fox was lying still, his lips curled into a still-humored smirk. "Aaah... good laugh." Sitting upright, Kit tilted his head back to his companion, holding back a chuckle as he noted him still covering his eyes. As he saw it, Liron was being just a bit ridiculous himself. It wasn't that bad. The fox had nearly matched him as to be a clear and absolute identical. So he simply could not understand what was so appalling about it- aside from, apparently, the skirt. Perhaps the tail wasn't so favorable either, but that was Kit's fault for declining to hide it when he'd made the change. Retracting it may have made Liron feel better, he supposed, but he was personally convinced that the tail was a fine feature and couldn't possibly be "appalling". Quite the insult, but it was one worth it to ignore. "Alright then, let's see how I can fix this if it's so terrible." Hiding his tail, Kit set about figuring out how to make his mimicry of Liron more acceptable. Pinching his fingers together, the fox took a black ribbon seemingly from the air and used it to tie "his" hair back. Lacking actual glasses, he settled to device his own, holding a hand before his face as he summoned before his eyes a pair matching Liron's own. It was no more than an illusion, but it was enough to pull off the look. Now appearing more like the musician facially, Kit's attention turned to his garb. He tugged the shirt off over his head, tossing it aside into his fox realm, where it vanished no sooner it had left his hand. That left him topless and in a skirt: not much better to be admitted, but all he could honestly do as long as he followed the rules of human modesty. Not that he actually cared whether or not he was naked. But, considering Liron's reaction to his change... The fox grinned boldly, casting Liron a cruel smirk. He stretched his arms out into the air, feigning laziness, and dropped his hands down onto the sides of his skirt. "Nyah nyah! So picky, but if the skirt's a problem then I guess I'll just take it off for you, if that'll make y'feel better. Honestly..." |
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| Liron | Jan 27 2009, 06:13 PM Post #9 |
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lol pacifists.
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Liron was not pleased when the only response to his acerbic words was loud infuriating guffaws, and his mood soured even further. This was not funny. Not funny! There was a thing in front of him that looked exactly like him, only committing heinous crimes and driving Liron entirely out of his wits. Okay, so maybe stripping and abject humiliation didn’t fall under the category of ‘heinous crime’ but nonetheless, they were extremely cruel actions that any person with half a heart would know not to do. Except Kit, apparently, didn’t have a heart. There probably existed nothing so much as a black hole in the area usually occupied by the aforementioned organ, a gaping hole that sucked in any shred of sensitivity and kindness. Kit’s next words seemed to confirm this fact. “Nyah nyah! So picky, but if the skirt's a problem then I guess I'll just take it off for you, if that'll make y'feel better. Honestly..." Liron’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. WHAT?! That was a low, low threat, under the belt, in fact. How dare she – he – it say such a thing! This was not acceptable. In almost any other circumstance, Liron would not have felt quite so murderous. He was quite the easygoing guy, and though he’d been embarrassed many times in his short life, he’d been able to handle those situations with admirable aplomb, or if not that, then in a way that he didn’t look like a total buffoon. It was clear such a thing was not going to occur here. Dimly, some small part of him was aware that this entire thing was merely a joke, albeit an extremely twisted one, and that he really needed to calm down. He would have liked to, but he was so tense that if he didn’t do something soon, he really was going to explode. Unclenching his teeth, he managed to grind out, “You are extremely lucky that I’ve sworn never to harm anyone, no matter what they’ve done. Otherwise, I would happily grab you and drown you in that water right there. Or maybe set you on fire. Both options seem exceeding appealing at the moment. Sadly, I can’t really act upon that whim.” Blowing out a deep breath, he uncovered his eyes, wincing slightly as the bright sunlight assaulted his eyes once more, and pushed himself up off the sandy ground. He stalked over to where his violin lay and picked it up before turning to face Kit. “Enjoy yourself. I have nothing more to say to you.” And he turned and stomped away. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jan 29 2009, 08:17 PM Post #10 |
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Kristian dropped his hands from skirt to the sand at his sides, watching with a frown as Liron first proceeded to practically scold him for his actions. Though it wasn't so much a scolding as it was a clear display of anger. More so like a threat or a warning than a scold. The male's eyes glinted with something that the fox dared not poke at- any animal knew better than to provoke a wolf to its fangs. But that didn't mean he was at all inclined to letting be the upset human. Ears popping out to their full vulpine form, they pointed downward in typical guilty-canine fashion. Even his tail, returned back to its visible state, made a move to hide. Kit's eyes, back to their golden shade, watched Liron warily as he stood. He could already see where this was going: the human meant to be rid of the fox. His suspicion was quickly confirmed as the other retrieved his most prized object from the sand, and turned to address Kit one final time. Little more than a sentence was passed before the other male stalked off. Kit, his ginger hair tinting red with each passing second, watched as he was deserted for the third time in his life. That very same feeling flooded down his spine; the same as the first two times he had been left alone. It was terrible... sickly. He could feel his heart beat in his chest, and his head went light as dizziness took over. The overwhelming sense of solitude, now mixed with the fear of being left alone- entirely alone. A shudder built its way up in his bones, threatening to shake his fragile body apart. He simply could not take it. "Guess it can't be helped..." Kit muttered, pushing himself to his own feet. A frown had marred his face now, and his eyes no longer held the happy and carefree spark that had possessed them just a moment prior. Determined that, this time, he would pursue his deserter, the fox made to follow Liron as quickly as he could. But the human would not accept Kit as he was now, and so time was taken to fix his appearance: pulling a pair of pants from the air much as he had the ribbon, he pulled them on under his skirt before taking the offending garment off and tossing it back in in the pants' place. He put on a shirt as he went- a tan tunic that hung loosely over his chest and bore no gender-specific identity as to make it a crime for wearing. Barefoot, but far from minding it, the now redheaded kitsune followed after Liron. "Hey! Hey wait!" His voice was like that of the vixen, but masculine, and rather than teasing had taken on a desperate plea. No sooner had he caught up with the musician did he grasp onto the other's arm, hugging it against his chest like a clingy child. The fox's hold was far from strong, too shaken to keep a proper grip. "Please..." His eyes shut tight, trying to gather himself together, but he just couldn't do it. Instead he looked at Liron pleadingly, his fox ears drooping with a pitiful look. "Please don't leave me alone. I hate being alone. I'm sorry... just don't leave me alone, okay?" |
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| Liron | Jan 31 2009, 07:07 PM Post #11 |
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Fuming, Liron clomped through the sand, his violin slung over his shoulder and causing his shirt to stick to his skin in a most uncomfortable way. He was hot, tired, and annoyed, and the fact that his violin seemed more a burden than a blessing right now was not helping to improve his mood. Stupid Kit! Why couldn’t she – he – it –whatever! – have just left well enough alone at the beginning? He hadn’t felt any animosity towards her when she’d piped up, and though he’d felt a flutter of annoyance when she’d reached out and petted his instrument, it would have disappeared within the blink of an eye. She seemed smart, witty, nice……or had, before she’d gone and pulled those stunts on him. He could have warmed up to her, and come to appreciate her brashness. That was probably the saddest thing of them all. Deep in his heart, he thought he would have really liked her. And maybe, just maybe, they would have become friends. Goodness only knew how much he needed those. Yes, people generally liked him, and he couldn’t really think of anyone who hated him with a passion, but there didn’t really exist anyone so far that he could really talk to just for the sake of talking. It would have been nice to have a friend, even if said friend was a gender-changing, shape-changing thing who never knew when to shut up. But that was all the past now. Or, would have been, if a sudden weight hadn’t latched on to his arm. Looking down, Liron saw red hair and gold eyes (not to mention droopy fox ears) and knew immediately who it was. Even though the form had changed, even though the clothes were different (although that tunic was a most familiar shade of tan...), even had the ears not been present, Kit’s inner self was still readily apparent. And that was a problem, because Liron did not particularly want to see Kit right now. He would have preferred three blissful seconds of ignorance rather than knowing right away that it was Kit on his arm and not some street urchin. Some of his anger melted, and a small grain of guilt crept into his heart at Kit’s pitiful words, but it was not enough for him to sudden change his attitude towards the mischievous shape-changer. “Kit…I’m sorry you hate being alone. Sometimes, I hate it too. But the reasons that lead to each of us to remain alone are varied and different. On occasion, it’s due to some unforeseeable quirk of nature, and there’s nothing we can do to change that, as you said before. Other times….there are things we can do reverse the situation. You might want to keep that in mind, Kit. And I really am sorry….but I really do need some time alone right now.” Gently, he dislodged his arm from Kit’s grasp and resumed walking, leaving Kit behind for the second time. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Feb 1 2009, 05:54 PM Post #12 |
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Liron may have pulled away, but Kit by then had simply let go, his expression fixed in a state of anguish and his body frozen still. Even pleading, Liron still insisted on deserting him? And he dared throw Kit's words back at him; claiming solitude an act of fate and thus inevitable. Such actions could not have hurt the fox more, finally snapping apart his resolve in a release of tears. "Baka!" Kit, returned to his female form with the first fallen teardrop, cried out at Liron in anger, mixed still with sadness and fear. The word was a foreign one, calling out the musician for an act of stupidity that was perhaps undeserved. But Kit hadn't the mind to watch her natural tongue, her vision blurred by droplets as she fought to keep herself from crying. She glared at him, her body trembling with each withheld sob, before shouting out with a vicious tongue and fangs dangerously bared. "It's not the same! Loneliness and fate are not the same! We don't have to be alone! You're an idiot. You just choose to be alone!" Now the tears ran freely down her face, trickling down in streams as she tried to brush them away with both her hands. Why couldn't he understand? She just didn't want to be left alone anymore. He was just as alone as she was, so why did he insist on pushing her away? Her mimicry of him couldn't have been that terrible- she'd meant it as a compliment. It was her way of admitting admiration, and now she simply could not comprehend how that had become a crime. What had she done so wrong? Kit gave up on fighting it, allowing her sadness to pour down her cheeks. Her golden eyes opened briefly, staring at him just a second, before shutting as she turned her head skyward. As her jaws parted, a sad fox wail was emitted, sorrowful and loud enough that any within the vicinity could have heard. For her true identity, it was evident that Kit little cared. Once the cry had risen and finally died, Kit's crying slowed, seeming to have calmed momentarily while the shudders remained. Suddenly feeling quite small, her body soon reflected it, changing now not in gender, but in size. Now no adult, but a fox child stood in the middle of the street, perhaps around the age of five or six. The tunic that had fit loosely on her male form was on the verge of falling off her child form, with the sleeves extending well beyond her shorter arms. With the tunic barely hanging on, the pants hadn't stood a chance, and had fallen into a heap the moment she'd changed. Kit, lip trembling, sulked where she stood, refusing to even look at the musician to whom she'd tried to attach herself. If he didn't want her... "I hate you... I hate you, you stupid human!" Both golden eyes shot to Liron just then, glaring hurtfully at him. The look may have been better were she not a child, looking as though she were merely throwing a fit. But Kit had decided. If he didn't want her, then she didn't want him. Yet she knew she was lying. |
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| Liron | Feb 2 2009, 07:36 PM Post #13 |
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Just a little bit of solitude….was that too much to ask? It was the one thing Liron thought he could have received without a price, but even in this, it seemed the gods demanded some sort of sacrifice. Guilt weighed heavy on his heart, and each step away from Kit became more and more reluctant until it came to the point where he had simply stopped walking. He stood there in silence, doing nothing as Kit cursed him and screamed out her fury at him. He heard each word and felt every sob, yet he could nothing more than to stand and listen. Why? Why did she have to make it so damned hard for him to walk away? After all she’d done, why couldn’t she couldn’t just do him this one favor and let him leave in peace? Or at least if not peace, than a tantrum that wouldn’t have affected him in anyway. Screaming he could take, as well as insult and verbal injury. Those were simply defenses, automatic responses said more out of anger than any other emotion. Tears, however… He’d always been a sucker for tears, whether they’d been real or fake, come in a few drops or a raging torrent. It reminded him of his own pain, his own suffering, and how many tears he’d shed the last time he’d cried. That was why he tried never to inflict the same pain on anyone else. Some might have assumed that by being a pacifist, he was swearing off physical harm, but in truth, he neither wished to inflict physical or emotional harm on anyone. But it seemed like he was failing in this account, if Kit’s sobs were any indication. On impulse, he looked over his shoulder. And then cursed himself for doing so, because the sight he saw was not one to reassure his already-remorseful heart. Now he really couldn’t walk away, because to do so would be the worst sort of betrayal and he didn’t think he could take any more. Sighing, he turned around and trudged back towards Kit. Shrouded in clothes three sizes too big, and with visible tear stains still on her face, she looked completely and utterly lost, a child left and abandoned by all those around her. Had something like that actually happened in her past? Was that why she was so desperate now to be alone? If that was true, he’d been unintentionally rubbing salt into those wounds, not a particularly smart move on his part. When he reached her, he crouched down so that his green eyes were level with her golden ones. “Hey. There’s nothing wrong with choice. Choices can be easily made, and just as easily thrown away. I chose to come back, didn’t I? I could have chosen to keep walking, but I didn’t. Instead, I came back. I’m also choosing to take you to get a drink, because after crying all those tears, you’re going to want something to drink. But, it is completely up to you. I’ve already made too many choices. Now it’s time for you to make yours.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Feb 3 2009, 03:00 PM Post #14 |
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He stopped. He stopped. The little fox child's eyes grew wide as the musician turned around and headed back in her direction. For all her desperate sobs and shouting, she really had not expected him to turn back. She'd have never expected him to turn back. Despite everything, she had fully expected him to just keep on going, and leave her behind in the dust. But he didn't desert her. He came back. By the time he'd neared her and lowered himself so that both his eyes were level with her own, Kit had gone completely silent, a stunned look of disbelief washed over her expression. She couldn't believe it. Of all the people to leave her, none had ever turned around. It was then that she had realised that she'd come to expect everyone to keep going, no matter how much she cried. Both her brothers had left her, and yet many others had continued to shrug her off in the past. No one had ever returned. Not until now. And now that one had come back, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't expected it. "You..." Kit's voice was soft and delicate, as though a greater sound may break the illusion, and throw her back into cruel reality. But Liron was really infront of her, and crouched down to her level now. She could see the truth reflected in his eyes. "You came back." Her lip trembled as more tears threatened to fall, just barely held back by her force of will. She wanted to be strong; to not let Liron think of her as a whiney child. But once she'd come to realise the reality for what it was- truth just as she saw it- she couldn't hold it back any longer. With a wail, she released her tears, and threw her arms about Liron's neck, hugging him tightly as if afraid he might escape again. "You came back! No one... no one's..." She choked on her sobs, burying her face into his shoulder with a soft whine. Never could she have been happier; it was like a dream come true to the lonely fox. For someone to care enough to turn around... she would have never believed it had it not just occured. He cared! Reduced at last to sniffling she pulled away, an awkward smile forced on her lips. However happy she was, she didn't quite feel up to being her cheerful self just yet. No matter the reality, she was still doubted by confusion. Just what had made him change his mind? "Why? Why did you...?" She shook her head then, grabbing onto his arm best she could with her tunic sleeves. Head tilted, the small smile grew, and the fluffy tail began to wag once more. He didn't have to tell her why, and she didn't think she really wanted to confirm. It was almost definately guilt that compelled him back to her, not acceptance. But that didn't truly matter. All that mattered was that he had come back. That fact made her the happiest kitsune in all the world for that very moment. "A drink? Really?" Tightening her grip in appreciation, Kit giggled a little before giving her answer, gradually returning back to her ever-cheerful self. "A beer would be nice." |
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| Liron | Feb 3 2009, 07:59 PM Post #15 |
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The hug was completely unexpected. In truth, Liron hadn’t really considered the consequences of his actions. Somewhat naively, he’d assumed that Kit would accept his….apology?...and everything would be magically smoothed over and they’d head over to some tavern hand-in-hand and forget that the entire incident had ever occurred. When this switch from moderately intelligent adult mind to innocent child mind had taken place, he was not quite sure, but the fact that it had happened at all was rather alarming because it meant that either he was getting old, or the sun was starting to severely fry his wits. All the more reason for them to head inside where it was cool(er) and away from bright sunlight. As he was not accustomed to giving or receiving hugs, Liron did nothing at first but crouch and let Kit wrap her arms around his neck. Eventually, he managed to reach an arm around and pat her gently on the back, albeit awkwardly. He couldn’t remember the last time a small child had hugged him. Actually, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had come into direct contact with children. His profession – if one could call ‘wandering musician’ a profession – meant he usually performed in taverns and inns, places where there was a decided lack of people under the age of 12, and he certainly didn’t have any children of his own. That was probably a good thing, since he was definitely not father material. He could sense her confusion, but instead of answering her puzzled query, he merely smiled at her. The smile vanished when he heard her next words. Blinking, he stared at her for a moment, trying to decide if he’d actually heard what he thought he’d heard. Did she really just ask for beer? He blinked some more, and tried to imagine child-sized Kit with a tall mug of beer. It was an awkward image, and one he didn’t particularly relish seeing in reality. “Uhh….beer, you say? I’m not sure if that would be a good idea….” Although, why would that not be a good idea? Technically, she was old enough to drink, and he didn’t doubt for a second that she’d had beer before. He himself didn’t care what she drank, but he couldn’t really figure how to explain to a barkeeper why an apparent five-year-old child wanted beer. There was also the fact that he didn’t particularly want to be on the receiving end of any death glares should some high-minded mother see him feeding alcohol to a child. “Maybe if you looked a little older?” he suggested. “I know you’re not a kid and you know you’re not a kid, but that fact is not evident to the rest of the world. I don’t have a problem with the beer, but I don’t really want to be stared at by everyone because there’s a kid chugging beer right next to me.” There wasn’t a rule in Ashoka that said kids couldn’t drink alcohol, was there? Because he didn’t particularly want to be arrested by the rather menacing men casually patrolling the streets. He might be willing to get a drink with Kit, but he was hardly ready to get thrown in jail because of her. “ Of course, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, but I would appreciate it.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Feb 4 2009, 02:35 PM Post #16 |
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"A little older?" Her head tilted sideways as she considered his request. She didn't seem to spare it much thought, for she soon had nodded her agreement and seemed ready to comply. But the answer Liron received wasn't exactly the most favorable, for Kit's idea of "a little older" turned out to not be much at all. In an instant the girl aged a full year, appearing instead of a five year-old as one with perhaps six or seven years on her. Not much of an improvement at all, and likely not what the musician was expecting. As though unaware of her misperception, Kit tugged a bit at Liron's arm. Her ever-excited tail had taken itself back to wagging, swishing from one side of her to the one opposite. If there was a drink the fox most favored, it would simply have to be beer. "Okay? Drink now?" Logic must have caught up with her, because she paused, turning her head to look at the people that drifted in and out of view. Observing humans sparked reasoning back into her mind- more so the reasoning that humans shared and kitsune lacked. To a fox like herself, a child with fox features drinking alcohol wasn't the least bit unnatural; some just prefered the freedom of youth. But humans did not take to the same scene so kindly. In realisation, her elated smile pursed into a thoughtful frown a moment before her ears once more perked, a smirk returning on her youthful face. "Ohh, I see. But... you know..." A bold grin spread across the vulpine girl's face as she turned her attention back to her recent friend, tugging gently at his arm once more. The tail had resumed its wagging, and the child now bore an open fanged grin. Her appearance was almost devilish; cursed by the natural look of a predator. "If any trouble comes to ya, I'll be right there t'get y'out, right? Anyone questions ya and I'll set 'em straight. 'sides... nothin' says "drinking age" like a set o' fangs, aye?" Her expression shifted back to a sweet one, full of innocence and less daring than she was prone to express. Her grip on him slackened as she leaned forward, trailing a canine kiss across his cheek. It was no more than a soft little lick with the tip of her tongue, but Kit could surely imagine Liron's reaction to that. Her habits hadn't held much favor with him thus far, but that was an unfortunate part of Kit's nature and she was apt to changing it. It was more or less a challenge: one of Kit's greatest wishes in all of life was to be accepted for who she was. As she saw it, until someone accepted her as herself, or even himself, then she would continue to be alone. "Say, I never told ya, did I? Have ya guessed what I am yet?" Both ears flicked and her tail gave an indicative wag. Surely he'd have to had known by then? It couldn't get more obvious unless she took to her true form, which she had no intention of allowing just then. Liron, fragile in her eyes, would have enough trouble with her already shifting state without having to deal with the true beast that was Oiezura Kyou. "I'm one of the most majestic creatures in the entire world, so y'have to know what I am. It's pretty obvious." |
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| Liron | Feb 10 2009, 09:06 PM Post #17 |
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Liron couldn’t help but admire Kit as she managed to thwart him yet again. He’d asked her to age herself, and she had…..a little. Her face was a little less round, her height perhaps an inch taller, but there was no doubt about it, Kit remained a child for the entire world to see. Only instead of a five year old child, she was now six. Maybe seven, if one wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, and attribute her small stature to a not-yet-started growth spurt. However, whichever way you looked at her, she was still a far cry from even a semi-reasonable drinking age. That fact didn’t seem to bother Kit in the least. She grinned at him, the two revealed fangs giving her an almost feral aura, as well as contributing to her overall appearance and general orphan status. Then she surprised him yet again by planting a kiss on cheek. Or rather, licking a kiss on his cheek, as was the custom of most four-footed animals. He winced a little at the slight feel of saliva on his skin, but made no move to pull away, as it would no doubt justify her fears of being abandoned. In any case, it was more of a subconscious reaction to foreign substances covering his skin rather than reluctance over a show of affection. In most cases, he preferred to be clean, and that meant a decided lack of saliva, particularly other people’s, anywhere near him. Sighing a little, but not out of annoyance, Liron stood back up, brushing off a little sand as he did so. Kit’s question had caught him slightly unawares, but she had been correct in assuming that her race was apparent. It had taken him a few moments at first, mostly because he’d submerged himself in human culture for the past forty years and hadn’t really chanced across too many of the wild creatures that existed, but having been raised in an environment full of magic and the mythological, he did have a basic knowledge of the supernatural, and after connecting a few dots, he’d figured it out. It had bothered him a bit at first, as he didn’t know quite how to deal with such a legendary creature, but after comparing Kit’s antics to the stories he’d heard, he’d relaxed and dwelled no further on the subject. So long as he didn’t do anything to irritate her, he’d probably be fine. “Haha, yes, I do know what you are. It took me a little too long to figure out, but I blame it on my advanced age. Actually-” here he paused and eyed Kit “-I’m not that old, and you are probably older than I am, so forget I said anything.” Kitsunes lived a long life, or so he’d heard. And those eyes that lurked in that childish face seemed far too knowing to have existed as few years as his had. A long time then, to experience pain and loss. In retrospect, his words had probably sounded childish and immature to her. What did he know about pain compared to her? Now he really had to make it up to her. “In deference of your elevated status, I believe I shall allow you the choice of which tavern we will patronize. I’m sure you are far more qualified to judge in this category than I. Besides,” he shot her a grin, “age before beauty, or so they say.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Feb 16 2009, 04:59 PM Post #18 |
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Kit's face broke out into a smug grin as he affirmed his knowledge of her race- it was, after all, so obvious. What other creature in all the world could be more majestic than the great kitsune? There were those ignorant of such greatness and majesty, whom Kit did pity. Fortunately Liron was not one such being, and certainly knew the best of beasts when he saw one. Perhaps not immediately, but she just knew he'd have to have had an inkling from the start. She was, after all, a perfect specimen. "Ah! To be so wise! I favor you, I do. Yer a smart one." She praised him, re-attaching herself to his arm once more. Her tail wagged about happily, now patting against the back of his legs where it had hit his back before. Opting it too much a struggle to cling at his arm, the small child released him, and went simply for his leg instead, giggling childishly as she put herself in a position as to hinder all movement. "We're the wisest and most beautiful, we kitsune are. Y'won't find any other bein' that'll compare to us, 'lest they be god." Now she paused, perception catching up with her, and peered up at Liron with narrowed eyes. Her head tilted, one ear lowered and the other raised in curiousity, while her eyes glinted with a humoured glare. For a moment her grip tightened on him before she let go, turning a few paces behind him with her tail swishing. "Age or beauty, y'know I'm your greater. Keep careful that tongue, human, or I bite it." No sooner had she spoke was Kit jumping on his back, clinging to his shoulders as she wrapped her legs about his waist. A bright and cheerful look had returned to her mischievious face as she claimed her position, giggling all the while. "Punishment for insultin' me, hmm? Now that way, and I'll spare ya the trouble of walkin' far." One hand extended past his shoulder as to point out the way ahead of them, Kit taking no humble part as she rode piggyback on the unfortunate male. Liron would be hard-pressed to tolerate the kitsune for very long, given her arrogant and lively nature. She nestled herself back into clinging with both arms onto his shoulders, resting her head on his right side between her own arm and his neck. For only a short moment was she quiet, reprocessing the past few minutes for a detail she hadn't acknowledged initially- he called himself old, but by human standards he was no such thing at all. Just what did he mean to imply? "Y'call yourself old..." Kit's soft comment was nearly muffled in her arm, before she lifted her head back up to speak more clearly. It was a conversation she wished to pursue, as her curiousity was more than peaked. "Why so? You're not so old for a human. Lessee about... thirty winters?" She frowned and shook her head a little. He appeared nearly thirty, yet Kit was almost certain the number fell too short of him. So what was it about him that threw her off? Determined, she sat a little higher in order to bury her nose into his hair, sniffing eagerly for a clue. Both ears perked as she pulled back again, a smile lit upon her young face. "Y'smell mostly human t'me... but yer not all human are ya? So what's that make you? A halfie? It does... mmm. But what of the other blood?" Her tail back to its excited swishing, Kit took another whiff of him. He smelled quite heavily of the human race, yet there was another strong scent that for the life of her she just couldn't manage to pinpoint. It was like the elves and the faeries, if she were to give it a likeness. But yet neither was it precisely- a fox certainly knew the difference between such uniquely suited scents. That made him both and yet neither, leaving Kit with just one option: "Fae-folk!" |
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| Liron | Feb 21 2009, 02:43 PM Post #19 |
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Liron nearly toppled over when child-sized Kit leapt onto his back and clung to him, demanding he piggy back her to their as-of-yet unknown destination. Muttering under his breath, he steadied himself first, then wrapped an arm around one of her legs, stabilizing her against his back – not that she needed it with her arms tightly around his shoulders. Well this was just wonderful. Kit had obviously just demoted him down to mere pack animal, since apparently his earlier comment about age before beauty hadn’t sat well with her. He’d meant it as a joke, and she’d accepted it as one, but that hadn’t seem to stop her from dishing out what seemed to be an appropriate ‘punishment.’ Her slight philauty grated at him, but he forced it down, not wanting to relapse into the anger that had overwhelmed just minutes ago. Kit did seem genuinely nice, and well, if she possessed a streak of vanity, it was something that was solely exclusive to her. And in truth, it wasn’t the vanity that troubled him so much as it was her seemingly complete disregard for everyone outside of herself. She always seemed to race ahead if it suited her, blithely unaware of the consequences her actions had on others, and only realized too late that she shouldn’t have done what she had done. Part of him hated that fact about her, wanted to shake some sense into her and demand she stop being so impulsive. Yet another part of him, small and unwanted, admitted that part of the reason it bothered him was because he was jealous of her innocence, of her ability to do as she wished without having to worry about all the implications beforehand. What he wouldn’t give to be carefree again….but he couldn’t do that, not after what he’d done. So he simply tightened his grip on her, and carefully bent down to pick up his violin. It was a difficult position to hold, with his violin dangling from one hand, and his other wrapped around Kit, leaving him with nothing to steady him if he overbalanced. And if he fell…well, he was pretty much doomed. Kit wasn’t helping the situation at all, what with her nose stuck in his hair as she tried to sniff out the various scents that comprised the essence of who he was. “Uhh….could you remove your nose from my hair, please? It makes it difficult to stand properly.” She did, a moment later, as she crowed in victory over the successful determination of his race. Or races, plural, since he was what she termed ‘a halfie.’ Though being of mixed descent was often a shameful thing for many, it had never bothered him. The mixing helped dilute the weaknesses of each race, leaving him mostly immune to the downfalls of both sides. Granted, it also diluted his powers, but he didn’t really mind. He didn’t need magical powers to live a happy life. “Very good, Kit. I’m part Fae on my mother’s side and part human on my father’s. I never knew my father though. He died before I was born. Supposedly I look exactly like him, but I wouldn’t know, never having seen him.” Liron shrugged, not really wanting to linger on that particular topic of conversation. His father was a stranger to him, someone as real and substantial as a figure out of a story. Liron had wanted to know everything about his late father when he was younger, begging his mother to tell him stories every single day. He had been a child, with a child’s insatiable curiosity, and it was only natural that his attentions had turned to the figure who should have held a prominent role in his life. Now, though, Liron found he could care less about his father, the person who had died and left his mother crying and sleepless months on end. It hadn’t been his fault, but the half-Fae couldn’t help but feel a twinge of animosity towards the man who had been the source of his mother’s grief. “Anyway, there’s really not much else to say. I get the best and worst of both worlds, and I wouldn’t really want it any other way. Now, Miss Kit, pick a place before both you and I die of dehydration.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Feb 23 2009, 10:35 AM Post #20 |
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She settled back onto Liron's back, snuggly pressed against his shoulders. As proud of herself as she were for identifying his bloodline, she knew the implications behind being a mixbreed. To her knowledge, it were one of the roughest lives to lead, and she could only imagine the problems that came with being a halfbreed. Liron seemed not too worse for wear, given what he was, but that didn't mean it were all sunshine and butterflies for him. Whether race-related or not, he carried a chip on his shoulder that Kit's overwhelmingly carefree outlook could not help but pick up on. Her mood was just starting to sway toward a calmed-down apprehension when she finally took note of the haphazard state Liron had gotten himself into- though the reasoning behind it was fully her own fault, since her decision to ride along on his back. Knowing how cherished an object the violin were, and still unwilling to relinquish her place on Liron's shoulders, Kit reached down to take the instrument from him, carefully judging her balance so as not to cause the unfortunate half-fae to topple over. "Lemme that, Liron, you've fox's word I won't let any harm to it. But if yer gonna be subject to my whims, ye'll topple over and that'll be that of the poor item, and I just know you'll be out for my head should any pain befall the thing." The kitsune paused before she could take the violin from him, ears falling back as the same calm sense washed over her again. Considering how she'd been up to that point, he had no reason to trust her. She never gave anyone any reason to put faith in her, and knew so entirely. But for all her antics, and the bad reputation of her kind, if there was one thing she would never do it was willingly break a promise. If she had to, she would risk her life to protect the violin for him. "You can trust me... I know I've given you no cause for it, but I swear- I swear on my tail that I'm worthy of it." Unable to reach any further without throwing off Liron's own balance, Kit returned to her position on his back, waiting to see his response to her oath. If he deemed her trustworthy, she would secure the instrument upon her own shoulders. If not, then she supposed he'd just continue his awkward off-balance progression. But she really did wish for his trust; it had only been a short while since she'd met him, but she'd already grown attached. He was trying, and quite hard, to tolerate her independence. His effort was exactly what she wanted: for someone to try to withstand her. To accept her. The lone fox wanted little more than acceptance, and she wouldn't be satisfied unless she'd pushed the limits to their max. "Nearest place'll be fine, I'm not so picky at where I drink. I grew up lapping from ditches, as it were. Still do, sometimes." Even as she said it, Kit's tone seemed distant, as though her mind were drifted elsewhere than the present. Something about what Liron had said had gotten to her; pushing her back several hundred years to a time she had far from forgotten. It was a time spent on four legs, and encompassed in fur, snuggled up amidst furry bodies, and devoted to one warm voice that made everything right with the world. Thinking about it, the fox-girl quivered, fighting the tears that brimmed at her eyes. Yet no matter how tempted she were to cry, her lips creased only with a smile. "We're alike... y'know..." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. The bushy tail that had been wagging so energetically before had all but completely stopped, barely waving from time to time in response to Kit's fallen mood. Returning further into the present, Kit squeezed Liron's shoulders more tightly for a brief moment, before laxing her grip once more. "I never knew my father either. He was gone before we were born. Mother... Mother never told us what happened to him. Only that he were silver. Stunning silver. And I were like him, thus she named me." She shook her head then and forced a laugh. What use was there in creating so somber a mood? "Ah, past be past. Why dwell? I don't believe in it. To a brighter future, you and I? Figured by now you'dve guessed it- I'mma sunchaser; dun look no further ahead nor backward than my eyes can see. Always in the moment. I'll bet that annoys you... you seem one to look so far forward your eyes'd strain. Might be why you need glasses, huh?" |
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| Liron | Mar 5 2009, 01:01 AM Post #21 |
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An expression of vague surprise crossed the half-Fae’s face at Kit’s unexpected offer to carry his beloved instrument for him. He had become accustomed – rather quickly, too – to the kitsune’s apparent disregard for everything outside of herself, and though he knew she harbored no ill will towards him, the concept of her being kind was one his mind had not yet been able to wrap around. Such a simple, bland word, yet it covered a whole array of actions, some small and some big, some spontaneous and some prepared years in advance, but all were meaningful, in their own way. The simple act of Kit offering to take the violin off his hands meant more than any materialistic gift Kit could have given him. The fox might have been brash, but no one could accuse her of not being perceptive, and it was that same ability to realize where one stood in things – even if too late – that had given him pause, and led him to turn around and return to her, when he should have simply walked away. There was hope for her, and it was hope in the goodness of the world that had sustained him thus far. Of course, he couldn’t deny the fact that Kit was quite entertaining, a splash of color, bold and bright, thrown onto his otherwise bland life. It was fun to be around her, and she seemed, without conscious effort, to draw out the lightness in his heart, bring smiles to the surface that were genuine and real. Chuckling to himself, Liron shook his head, and started off at a brisk pace towards one side of the lined streets, his eyes focused on a building that was some fifty feet away from him. The nearest tavern, she’d said, and he wasn’t about to disobey, not when sweat was causing his hair to cling to his forehead, and his breath to come out in puffs of discomfort. “Hahaha, you know, Kit, that’s not a half-bad explanation. I spent too much of my time dwelling on events not yet happened, and don’t spend enough time simply living in the moment. Only of my flaws, I admit, and I have many, but old habits are difficult to break.” He paused for a brief moment to shift Kit a little higher up. Some combination of heat and sweat had sent Kit slowly sliding down his back, and he’d needed to regain his grip on her lest she tumble off his back on onto the ground, bringing down his violin with her. And she’d been 100% correct when she’d said he’d be out for her head should anything happen to the thing. It was a ridiculous obsession, he knew, but it had been what kept him sane for the past fifty years or so – at least, as sane as starving artists ever got – and it held sentimental value for him as well, seeing as how it was the one remnant he had of his father. “I almost wish that had been how I’d gotten my bad eyesight. At least then I could sound philosophical and wise. But no. My bad eyesight is a product of some bad behaviors I indulged in as a young man, namely those of staring too closely at a sheet of music for too long under horrific lighting. I gave up a social life so I could practice.” He laughed again, and shook his head at the memories that stirred up. Nights upon endless nights, he’d sat in his small room practicing his assigned pieces with no more than single candle lighting up the space. A dedicated student, yes, but also a particularly stubborn one, if he continued to squint at music for hours at a time. He was paying for his irresponsibility now with the accursed glasses that were currently perched atop his nose, but it was a small price to pay for his advanced proficiency on his chosen instrument. “Listen to me when I say never, ever do that to yourself. Music is my life, so I don’t mind, but if you’ve only a passing interest in it, then don’t bother.” He had reached the doorway of the tavern now, and with extreme care, slid Kit off his back and onto the sandy ground. The position of the sun in the sky meant that a much-welcomed shadow hovered over the two, bringing relief that, while faint, was still noticeable. Still, Liron would have preferred to be inside, so after reclaiming his instrument from Kit, he strolled to the door and pulled it open, cocking his head towards the inside. “Well, we’re arrived at our destination. And, according to the rules of etiquette, I do believe that ladies enter first.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Mar 23 2009, 06:12 AM Post #22 |
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A calm and pleasant smile spread its way across Kit's lips as he accepted her offer to keep his instrument safe. The fact that he trusted her at all washed a feeling through her body, one that soothed her heart and seemed to emit the notion that everything was alright. She almost could not even believe that he had trusted her, given her terrible treatment of him thus far. Though it may not have seemed so half the time, the fox was well aware that her actions were less than considerate in their all, and that many could not see them as acceptable nor appropriate. But that was who she was, had always been, and may forever be if no one led her differently. It were not as though she could not be persuaded to better behavior, it was just that none had dared bother to try. The violin within her grasp, she held it firmly but delicately, determined to keep it from harm. She pulled the strap over her shoulder, and adjusted it slightly to keep it close to her back. For Liron, she would defend it with her life if need be. He was too close to let anything cause him to slip away from her again; she needed his trust and his tolerance, or else she could not imagine how hard her hopeful heart would break. She could not let him evade her, not after getting this far. Never had she been so close to acceptance as she was now. No harm could come to the violin, as she could not afford it. If he came to hate her, her last remaining hope would shatter. For a fox so afraid of solitude, it would kill her to be alone. "I wouldn't say I've an interest 'n music t'be honest. In fact... I'd have t'say that my ability to read it is somethin' short of horrid. It's a gifted wonder that I can even sing." She admitted, clinging to his back even as heat and sweat tried its hardest to slide her down. He'd already had to lift her back up again; it was probably a bad choice to force him into carrying her piggyback. As much as she liked the elevated height- and, notably, being so close to him as she was- she did not wish him any of the discomfort she caused him. For putting up with her, he didn't deserve any bit of it. It was a trial to deal with Kit, and Liron was handling it quite beautifully. The fox herself was quite amazed by it, and for that, greatly pleased. But for now, she felt guilty. For all the trouble she had caused, she was some bit ashamed. She was ashamed of herself and of her nature, as she could see her faults all too clearly. This acknowledgment was a seldom entertained thought, for Kit had long told herself that it didn't matter, that her actions were her own business. She didn't have an opinion to value, so this belief had been true. Now, however, with he so close to accepting her, she was growing more and more willing to alter her ways so as not to offend him. After everything so far, however, she felt more and more terrible for how she had treated him. Overcome by the guilt at last, she tightened her grip about him and leaned upward to whisper into his ear. "I'm sorry, Liron." Settling back into place as they neared the tavern, she allowed him to slide her off from his back and willingly returned the item that his life revolved around. With the door opened before her, and the suggestion given that she go on ahead, Kit sprung ahead with a slight giggle, turning about to face Liron with a not so full-hearted grin. "Y'know... I'm only sometimes a girl. Actually... well, I s'pose y'got t'know it. I'm naturally a male, really. Was born a guy, but I like bein' a girl, so'm one by choice. It's just a bit... funner I s'pose." |
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| Liron | May 30 2009, 04:29 PM Post #23 |
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(( =O it’s a post! No way! It’s only, oh, two months late….Horrifically crappy though. Getting back into the swing of things. )) Liron eyed her, a small grin expressing the amusement he felt at her words. A male, wanting to be female? He’d never really heard of such a thing, since most people were usually fairly pleased with their gender, and it wasn’t as though they could’ve willingly switched even had they wanted to. And even in that case, it was usually women who would have wanted the power and opportunity being a man would have given them. Liron had never really pondered the merits of being able to be both a woman and a man, but his life had never presented him with any opportunities where being a woman would have given him a certain advantage. And he wasn’t one to enjoy the chaos that he could potentially wreak with a power like that. He was already having enough difficulties dealing with Kit. A world filled with Kits would just be too much for him to handle. “Funner to be a girl, hmm? I’ll have to take your word for it, since I’ll certainly never get the chance to find out. It sounds like it would be interesting….Any particular upsides to it that you’d care to share?” As he spoke, he followed her inside, glancing around him for an unoccupied table. There were quite a few open places, including a few seats at the bar. Liron was generally the type of patron who favored a table, but he felt like being a little bit different today. If they sat at the bar, Kit would be a great deal closer to the alcohol, and she would probably enjoy that. No doubt she had a high tolerance for alcohol, even in that small body, so it would be more likely for him to get drunk than it would be for her. The bar it was then. He started heading towards the bar, and then paused, a more sober look on his face now. She – he? – felt bad, he could tell, and though a small part of him was pleased that she had learned her lesson, overall he felt bad for making her feel bad. He liked to think he was a nice, helpful person who didn’t have much of a dark side. How many years had he spent working on keeping his cool? In any case, no one wanted to lower their self-esteem by bringing up their worse faults over and over again. Yet his angry outburst earlier had been a clear indication that he still had a long way to go, and that everything that had followed had been just as much his fault as it had been hers. “Don’t be sorry, Kit. I’m just as much at fault as you are. I overreacted, and I shouldn’t have. I think I’ve forgotten how to take a joke, and that can’t be healthy. I think you’re going to have to teach me how to have fun again.” His grin reemerged at these words. “And I warn you, I’m probably going to be a horrible student.” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jun 7 2009, 07:23 PM Post #24 |
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Kit grinned rather boldy as she skipped in ahead of him, tail probably set for wagging in its suddenly hidden state. Her fox features fully vanished as soon as she set foot inside the bar- she'd come to instinctively not risk it, revealing her fox features. Few took kindly to a blatant kitsune in their establishment, and so Kit had learned with her brothers the lesson of hiding tail when approaching a property on amiable terms. It was a teaching so embedded on them, that it came to her still as instinct, and remained to be treated as such subconciously- not that she was entirely unaware. The perky little fox child turned back to gaze up at Liron with golden eyes, lips pursed in a thoughtful pout as she considered his question. What ups were there to being a girl? When she really considered it, the answers totaled up to none; there was no real solid reason for it, she only did because she felt inclined to. Perhaps it was in due to the tale behind her comfort in being the gender that she was not naturally. "Well... none really, I s'pose... I just feel more fun when I take it, s'all." She grappled onto his hand as they neared the bar, a small smile on her face as she trailed onto him like a child would a parent. It would be a sight for anyone with a soft heart to admire: an energetic child, clinging upon her more reserved father. Were the sight not a false picture, it would be a vision worth its pity, for there was hardly a wavering hope for an adult so calm as Liron to very well deal with a child like Kit. Yet no sooner had he said it, the lively little fox mellowed, staring once more upward with golden yellow eyes. She blinked once, and then thrice, her hands loosening upon Liron's hands. Why did he feel need that he take equal blame for their poor interaction? The fault was clearly on Kit, whom had not the mind to keep within the established social bounds. She could not understand his decision, but, with her hands grasping tighter onto his, she accepted it with a shrug. If that was how he wished to take it, then she wasn't quite apt to argue. "Was no joke... I admire you. Just that I'm not so well-thought in expressing my admiration." Her tone held no humor, as serious in voice as was the look on her face. The expression held for but a moment before falling way to a pleased little smirk, as her eyes lifted to peer up at him once again. "But if it's fun you're lookin' to learn... I may just be your fox." She reached her head up just then to lick at his hand, and drew a hand away to point up at a bar stool. "Y'know I can't reach that like this, don't ya? You'd have'ta gimme a lift if you're thinkin' to sit there, Lirie." |
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| Liron | Jun 14 2009, 11:36 AM Post #25 |
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An expression of shock, quickly followed by confusion, colored Liron’s face, causing him to blink several times and then tilt his head to study the seemingly human child next to him. Admire? Why on earth would Kit admire someone like him, a middle-aged old man (okay, maybe not quite middle age yet) with no apparent future or prospects. True, he was good at the violin, but…where was that going to lead him? Absolutely nowhere. He had no real dreams or ambitions, and considering that he still had a good three or four centuries before him, that was a prospect that rather depressed him. The average human possessed only a fraction of his life, and yet nearly all of them managed to accomplish something in that short amount of time. Maybe it was simply the fact that they didn’t have time, and thus felt compelled to make something of it. He had plenty of time, and thus felt no rush to get anything done. The obvious solution to his problem then to was cut short his time, but that was a problem because he really had no desire to die any sooner than necessary. Which…just left him in something of a pickle. Hmm. “Guess we both need to work on ourselves, then. But that’s what life is for, is it not? Thank you…for the…admiration, though I still feel it’s misplaced.” The Fae frowned a bit at the awkwardness of his wording, but shrugged, not overly concerned. It was Kit’s prerogative to admire who she wanted, and if she wanted to admire him, then he would just have to try and live up to it. “You know, I admire you too.” A grin lit his face then, and he bopped the kitsune once the head. “But only when you’re behaving, which, it seems, isn’t much of the time.” Liron did admire the kitsune, despite his playful words. He – she? – Kit had a vivacity and a joy for life that he could never hope to emulate. The fox was never at a loss for words and always managed to cast a bright light on any situation, skills that were necessary in any walk of life. There was some envy mixed in there as well, envy over a life that appeared to be nothing more than mischief and fun, though Liron knew that to be the farthest thing from the truth. Still, the fox had no trouble in finding some way to entertain himself, and Liron was determined to learn how to do that, even just a little bit. Pasting a mock frown on his face, Liron propped a hand on his hip and eyed the child sternly. “Well. You’d have no trouble reaching the chair if you’d just shift to a slightly taller age. But, since both of us know that isn’t going to happen, I suppose I will have to be charitable and give you a lift.” That having been said, he grabbed Kit around her midsection and lifted her up to place on one of the chairs before seating himself next to her, where he turned to face her and quirked an eyebrow. “Lirie? Where did that come from?” |
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