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| Enter the Fox; -Ode to Joy- | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 23 2009, 07:54 PM (103 Views) | |
| Kristian Vulpae | Jun 23 2009, 07:54 PM Post #1 |
 
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The night had only begun, and already a beast had arisen to the beckon of the moon. At the shore it paced, only after the appearance of guests had slowed, and most that were invited had already been welcomed inside. Alone at the shore, for if not alone, then its beastly presence did make it that way, the red-furred beast paced, golden eyes glaring at the glass platform that marked the way inside. Every so often it would step towards it, placing a paw on the solid surface, before jumping away again, as though bitten by unseen teeth. Soon after, it would return to its pacing again, a low growl on its breath. He did not trust the bridge. Not one bit. How was he supposed to put faith in something that was so obviously made of glass? There was no way he was going to entrust his weight to such a thing! Even if logic, or even the sight of others making it safely across, proved otherwise, he was not the slightest bit convinced that it would hold. The magic of the evening did not help matters- as a natural illusionist, the fox was naturally wary of possible illusions. If this was a trick, or any other part of it a trick, then he was determined not to fall for it. His refusal to cross the bridge was more for a sake of pride than preservation. Once more he tapped a padded foot against the glass, patting it judgingly, before backing away. This time he sat before the bridge, glaring across at the far-off isle. While the bridge concerned him, the promised party did not- the ruins he saw did not fool him for one moment; his ears could just barely detect the evening that lay across the shore. He had already seen through that illusion, but if only he could get past the deceitful bridge... Invitation or not (he had received a letter, but in all his foolishness had lost sight of it), he was getting to that party. It was only a matter of how. Passing his obstacle with a snort of contempt, the wolf-sized fox walked around the bridge and dived into the water with a spiteful splash, and proceeded to swim to the rocky outcropping. Snow white limbs paddled as fast as they could against the opposing waves as the determined canid made his way to the opposite shore. It was a long distance, and walking would likely have been easier, but getting wet was a lesser indignity to the fox than was getting fooled. He arrived on the isle with soaked fur, barely dried only by a violent shake as he left the water, sending drops flying from his ruddy brown coat. With a fanged grin, he looked back to mock the bridge he had so cleverly avoided, and proceeded to rush inside, breezing swiftly past the garden to the opening rosewood doors. Ever the troublesome creature, he waited not a moment to take word from the servants at the door, meerly rushed in ahead of his own accord, still damp from his fight with the sea. His eagerness had him skidding into the wrong room at first, before, with a twitch of his ears, he got sense of where he was going. Romping past the line of servants once more, he followed the trail of sound into the dining room, where the evening had already started. With some fortune, the fox regained some sense, for he stopped just as he entered the room, taking one quick look around before slinking off to hide beneath the nearest table. It had not occurred to him until just then how poor an entrance he had made, and the next few minutes were spent determining a way to elegantly rectify it. He had already slipped out of view; how much more would it take to casually slip back into the festivities? Lying low against the floor, he peered out from under the table, feral eyes surveying the scene before him for a plan. |
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| Ashes | Jul 8 2009, 10:53 AM Post #2 |
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How rare is it that even the whores of Zedrin received invitations to a ball? They had been all in a tizzy about it, selecting their dresses and begging the manager for new silk stockings. The younger ones had babbled on about how maybe they would meet a prince from a far away land and fall in love and blah blah blah. Ashes had grown utterly tired of hearing about how they were all going to marry a prince they met at the ball, so tired in fact that she had chimed in bluntly, “Where the hell do you expect to find enough princes' for all of you, hm?- and you are aware princes tend to marry nobility, right?” One of the girls, a towheaded eighteen year old had lifted a hand to smack Ashes, but met instead with the business end of Tarots whip like tail. Because of the violent lash she'd had to wear black evening gloves, and had spent the whole evening of getting ready shooting death glares at Ashes. The pink haired drug runner had not expected to go of course, figuring the invitation was only for those beautiful dealers in pleasure. Imagine her surprise when an invitation of herb very own arrived, although a bit late. She had stared, long and hard. Should she go? Well of course! And thus she had joined the harlots on their trek to the mainland. She had seen such very little of it , as their ship landed near wear the invitation had told them to cross a bridge. The harlots had all stared forlornly at the edge of the shore;one while Ashes, curious as ever, moved right up to the edge. She looked back, then forward again. Crossing her fingers at her side she took a step out. She was terrified of this water, she didn't know why, but it made her heart flutter in panic. She had stepped out in rebellion to the fear, not about to let it rule her. A few more steps out and all the thrill of walking on nothing passed, she looked back and gestured the harlots to follow with her laugh. She did cartwheels on the bridge, front flips and back flips, leading the laughing harlots forward and setting the mood for an entertaining night. When they reached the doors, passing the lush garden, they all hurried inside. Ashes was wearing clothing more befitting a belly dancer in a pharaohs harem then a girl attending a ball. Very, very short black shorts under an elegant purple black and silver wrap. Her chest was covered in just as little, enough to censor her slight bust, with what appeared to be a netting of the silver hanging down a little ways over her midriff. Short of wearing her boots, she had had nothing to wear on her feet, so she had gone barefoot to the amusement of many of her pleasure dealing friends. Her side had been painted with elaborate and very beautiful black swirls. On her bare legs she had a snake painted, curling around the leg opposite the side with the swirls On her back beautiful wings had been painted, the right being an Angels and the left being a dragon's. Lastly, under her left eye a sing star had been painted. Her hair was pulled up into two messy pigtails and her bangs were being kept to one side with silver hair pins. Crossing the sea it had been lime green but as she entered the building it went from orange to a purple matching her outfit and finally to her usual hot pink. She had been favoring that color lately, though she was unsure why. Moving inside they congregated by a table, many of the beautiful harlots whisked off instantly by dashing men (almost all wearing wedding rings. Ashes spun in spot, just listening to the music. She had hoped secretly to be danced with too hey, she was a street rat. One of the three silver bangles she was wearing (borrowed, to be returned to her friends afterwards) fell with a clatter to the floor. She cursed softly and knelt to pick it up as it rolled under the table- imagine her surprise when her fiercely green eyes met with the vulpine orbs of another. She blinked in surprise then smiled gently at the animal, saying in her soft secret-tellers voice, “Hello, Foxy...” Tarot, a child's bracelet wrapped around his neck as if to dress him up for the occasion too, hopped down from the table and onto Ashe's shoulders, tail wrapping around her bandaged upper arm. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jul 8 2009, 11:53 AM Post #3 |
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Staring out at it all, it had seemed as though every patron had a partner, from the elderly to the fairly young. Almost settling on this unfortunate fact, the large fox rested his head on his paws, tail barely wagging in disappointment. When a pair of legs had come to obstruct his view, he thought little of it, tilting his head to peer around them with vague interest at the bodies spinning across the floor. It was his surprise when he found the legs replaced with a head of pink hair and bright green eyes, staring directly at him. She was perfect. Just by how she stood, as though she had no other purpose than to stand by the table with her... pet?... he could tell that she was alone in this twirling sea, standing on the edge of it due to missing the requirements to join the crowd: a partner to dance with. Thus it was his duty, as a gentleman (although that point could be easily argued), to offer a hand to this fair maiden. "Kit, please. Would you mind not looking a moment? I need to change." He waited until she had risen back above the table before changing forms, adjusting his usual male form for a younger version, one befitting the age of his prospective dance partner. Now roughly sixteen or seventeen years old, he was a naked boy hiding under the tablecloth. That, of course, would simply not do. Summoning what minimal astral magic he possessed, he reached his hand into his fox realm, and began to pull articles of clothing from its midst. First was a shirt, plain and white, which he quickly tugged on over his head. Next was, of course, pants, solid black, which were also pulled on, but with greater difficulty as he tried to remain unseen. Afterward he retrieved his socks and shoes, as well as a black ribbon for his red hair, which he had shortened to be shoulder-length, but was still long enough to be tied back into a ponytail. Clothed and decent enough to emerge from beneath the table, Kit opted for one last article before crawling out into the open, donning his coat, which he had cast an illusion over to give it the same colors as her outfit, purple-black with a silver trim and an elegant design of silver swirls dancing up the coat from the very bottom, starting dense and growing sparser until it reached about his waist. Once out and on his feet, he turned to her with a smile, nodding his head in greeting. A hand fell behind his back as he leaned forward, bowing to her with a hand extended in offering. He was indeed a showy creature, but a handsome one if he did say so himself. Could she possibly refuse his charm? "M'lady, might I have this dance?" His ears and tail were kept hidden for the occasion, although he personally felt that they would have made him all the better. He would have displayed them, if not for the company spanned across the floor. After the trouble he had had in his homeland, he had determined that it was unwise for a kitsune to display his true nature in a crowded place- unless he had every intent of leaving, which he certainly did not have at the moment. Thus he, for all the eyes a normal human male, stood before the pink-haired girl with an inviting smile, and an offered hand. "Kristian Alex Vulpae, at your service, ma'am." |
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| Ashes | Jul 8 2009, 01:19 PM Post #4 |
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Ashes tilted her head at the name and nodded, smiling. The extra tails hair caught her eye, but she had no time to ask she she was shooed for the sake of decency while this fox changed. She stood up straight and slid the bracelet she'd dropped back on. Pausing, she switched arms and pushed it up past her elbow, so on one arm she wore that and then the other had two silver bangles on her wrist. Perhaps she really was insane- talking foxes hiding under tables at expensive galas? Who had heard of such rubbish? Ashes denied it mentally. There was unmistakable shifting and movement from under the furnishing she had previously peered beneath. She was no mad-girl she knew what she'd seen- and her proof came out from under the table at that moment. He was undeniably striking, beautiful red hair tied back in a pony tail and dressed to impress. What took her off guard was the coat that matched her own outfit and even her body painting so perfectly. It was suspicious, but undeniably flattering. The matching making the two a perfect pair. A light, striking blush tinted her pale lightly freckled face as he gave her a sweeping bow, offering his hand to her. She did a good imitation of a curtsy before sliding a soft hand into his. “You most certainly may.” She had a slight street-slur in her speech, but it was not so bad as to make her sound stupid, and even if it were that clever look in her abnormally colored eyes would dissuade that notion. She was self assured and confident, but it still came as a shock to her that such a charming, cordial young man had crawled out of the woodwork (or out from under a table, in this case) for her to dance with. She decided not to question how it was their outfits matched so perfectly, and just enough the night and the handsome company. “Kristian Alex... A pleasure to have ya at my service, and to be at yours.” She laughed softly while they moved out onto the dance floor. Her feet, feminine and dainty, were alone in being bare on the dance floor. She turned to this handsome male, no more then a year older then her, and moved closer so that they could dance. There was no denying that she was oddly dressed for such festivities but Ashes had a way of doing whatever she wanted, and her confidence made it hard for anyone to say anything about it. The bandages wrapped around her afflicted upper arm had been traded for the night to be replaced by wide black ribbon, tied in a knot at the elbow so that the tails of it trailed after when she walked. Tarot had taken flight upon seeing that Ashes actually had a chance to dance. He flew over the dance floor, watching as the elaborately dressed women were spun by men in their crispest and whitest tunics. He watched, an ever faithful guardian of Ashes as she made her way out onto the dance floor with this mysterious fox-man. Jewels glittered, and he resisted his greedy impulse to horde them. Instead, he flew throughout the Citadel, investigating this lavish event. Ashes green eyes, full of life and secrets lurking just out of sight met Kristian's and she said shyly, well aware that the harlots she had arrived with had noticed and were staring, waiting to see Ashes dancing with this handsome creatures. “Your eyes are lovely.” She avoided the word pretty, instead grasping for one of the words she had “collected” while eavesdropping. In the light that graced the dance floor the silver netting and other detailing glittered. She knew she was strange and didn't fit in, but she didn't care, and apparently neither did Kristian. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jul 18 2009, 07:47 PM Post #5 |
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A pleased grin spread across the vulpine's face as her gentle touch was felt against his palm. What a delightful creature, and what pleasant coincidence that she had herself landed right into his paws! He had not had to hunt for her, and so he grinned, happy that luck had cast a breath in his direction on this particular night. Kit glided along beside her as they headed out to take their rightful place amidst the already-dancing bodies, fluid in his steps and light in his stride. He neither led nor followed her, pacing himself at her side as though no more than an extension of her existance, an odd dettached piece of her very self. Standing tall, with his weight centered, he carried himself like a noble, if not a prince, and yet maintained about himself a gentleness that made every motion casual and still refined. This pace was a recitation of a practice he had endured some time ago, when among the many things he sought to learn had come a lesson of etiquette and poise. Of the art, he was considered a handsome graduate, but seldom practiced any of what he had learned ever afterward. This was the first opportunity he had had in decades, and he found that his skill had not yet been lost to the gradual flow of time. When they had taken their place on the open floor, he reached to take her other hand and likewise stepped in close, not the least bit shy to be within breath of a female stranger. Nine centuries had made certain that he be no timid or awkward lad, not that such a manner were ever in him to start. He was a son bred well after his father, with every inch of mischievous abandon his sire had had in him- and perhaps even then some. Kit was careless and carefree, but no bit uncaring. He made certain to keep his shoed feet from his partner's bare toes, wondering for a moment what had possessed him not to go for the same. "Y'can call me Kit, if you'd like." He leaned in to remind her with a whisper, a grin born across his lips. His nose touched against her cheek before departing, his back straightening to pull his face back to being only a breath away from her. A finger raised to trace along her jaw, a coy smile playing now across his face. "Or Kristian, if even that. But Alex hasn't any use, m'dear. You needn't utter so far." She was spared his gaze for but a moment as his eyes swept out over the nameless faces that surrounded them, catching the stare of a few curious sets of eyes. He spared these others little expression- the faintest of smirks- before returning his attention to the fair maiden he had selected to partake in the crowd. Her compliment was greeted with a broadening smile, and a hand reached to lightly brush her hair aside as he leaned his face in close, as though in inspection. Golden eyes stared into her own vivid green, before a wicked smile formed, and he shot his head upward with a lick across her nose, leaning back with a chuckle as he held her at arm's length, playing into the dance with a teasing grin. "Thank you, and I must say that you've a stunnin' pair yourself. But might I ask this bright-eyed beauty her name?" |
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