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Post by Kitty on Feb 16, 2008 13:57:27 GMT -5
 Slowly the young Queen began to rouse himself, the first part of him to 'wake' being his emerald lined ears, they searched for the familiar sounds of his mother, should he have shown up whilst he slept but did not detect him, or anything. Everything was just as it was before he'd fallen asleep out of sheer boredom, and this was confirmed as matching visionaries opened. He sighed softly, stretching out his long, delicate body, stretching his toes as he did. His tail twitched idly as he stayed in this position for a moment before moving gracefully up onto all fours. He stalked forward, tail high and curled, as he investigated the area, looking for any signs that he'd missed a visit, but there was nothing. How long could Osias last, and did he really think it would teach the youth anything? So he'd pushed the rat a little to far, unveiled something that was, apparently, horrible enough to jar the rat from his slumber, and from his son's time. It had amused him at first and confusion set into him that first missed night, then it had become a game, and now it was just boring. This place was ever so dull. He rocked back onto his haunches and rested his tail upon the ground and began to fiddle idly with his claws. Something needed to happen soon or he'd... he'd... well, he didn't know. Does a scream mean anything if there's no one around to hear it? He'd also discovered that he could speak with Osias without him being here, what might a scream of his do to the rat? He pondered, still messing with his claws and focusing entirely on them and his thoughts, a part of him holding wistfully to the thought of a visit from his father, that would certainly turn everything around. |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 19, 2008 16:15:07 GMT -5
Finistris waited until Varestes had lapsed into unconsciousness after dancing with that new Ferret Jack again. It always tired him out...Varestes had needed a dance partner...now Finistris was free to slip off more often. He had wanted to visit the Rat's head again for quite some time...but Varestes had been keeping an annoyingly close watch...damn him. Moving off to the left through the labyrinth of stone that so many people desiring their Jack-hood had trodden before, he opened a small door hidden by moss and roots. Beyond it was a long black emptiness. The door had never been there prior to Osias's visit...now it was open to him all the time...time to pay the Lowlander a visit. Stepping through the opening, he walked assuredly down the cold hall, black shoes clicking with each step, brushing long blue hair out of his eyes. Smile taut and confidant. Time for some fun at last... |
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Post by Kitty on Feb 19, 2008 19:53:32 GMT -5
His claws entertained him for only the shortest of whiles and he dug them into the earth of this realm and lifted his head peering around again. He tilted it sideways, watching as his tail moved, somewhat on it's own accord, and bit back the urge to attack it. He'd learned early on that that wiggly thing was attached to him and then it did, indeed, hurt when bitten... he also hadn't mastered being gentle with his claws yet, which also had a tendency to hurt. As with most rodents his claws only seemed to sharpen as he grew.
His muscles twitched, hinting away at the fact that he was about to get up.... but he heard something. These sounds brought those emerald lined auds forward again and he twisted his neck in a delicate fashion toward their origin. They were the sounds the rat made when he came to visit, these were far more, graceful. The rat had a.... roughness to him, something harsh about his movements and composure that just didn't allow him much grace or softness, as those were far different then quietness. And these sounded... happy?
He curled his long tail up into an 'S' shape and waited, watching that one direction with quite a lot of interest. And should the maker of those sounds look at him, their gaze would probably be more inclined to rest upon his face for, unlike the rest of his body, a delicate spiral or a deep purple rested under each of his eyes giving his face a delightfully symmetrical appearance that most just didn't have. He had another not worthy feature as well, or lack there of really, his region hadn't seemed to have caught up to him yet, leaving his handsome features void of any splits, something that amused his mother quite a bit. |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 19, 2008 23:11:06 GMT -5
The Human halted just short of the light that shafted into he room Osias had crafted for himself in his mind...there was something there...something not the Rat...
"And who would be hanging around in here if not Osias, hmmm?"
He asked the room at large, striding forward slowly and looking around...his gaze fell upon the small Lowlander, tail curled, face turned toward him.
What was this?... He observed the young creature's face, too surprised to make any snap judgments...a Weasel? No, a Rat...both...
Such handsome features too, so unlike a Lowlander, the delicate curls and the lack of any rot. It was so strange, the eyes though...the set of the eyes was familiar...
Oh...
A smile crossed his face as he moved further forward, blue hair being pushed out of his face.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise...and who might you be, dear child?"
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Post by Kitty on Feb 20, 2008 0:06:13 GMT -5
He heard a voice before he saw anything and his coat bristled a bit at the unfamiliarity of it. Yes, definitely not the rat. His tail shifted, curling to the other side as he continued to watch the figure, one ear flicking back, but it wasn't held against his skull. There was a form of familiarity in his mind, not of ever meeting this man before, but the more he looked him over, the more he fit into the description his mother had given him. However, even though no one else had ever come to visit him, a little voice in his mind kept him from jumping to any conclusions. There was a possibility, however slim that it was, that this was not whom he'd been told about.
When he spoke that ear returned forward and he got to his paws, turning his body to face Finistris as well. He cocked his head to the side, but remained in his present spot, just in case. He twiddled his claws a bit, suddenly finding a spot of nervousness in the pit of his stomach. However, he managed to keep most of it out of his voice, the high pitched ring of youth it had was enough of an embarrassment.
I'm ... Morpheus. Who're you?
But he knew, he even knew that he knew, so much for not jumping to conclusions. |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 20, 2008 0:14:18 GMT -5
Finistris smiled at the sound of the little one's voice, and his boldness...quite good, really...not even rotting and...
His eyes were drawn to the young Cards' chest...a Queen. Well, that was unexpected.
Reaching into the wall the man simultaneously announcing his presence to Osias, by pulling a familiar nerve, and pulling forth a dark shape that resembled a chair.
Morpheus? Good name, not bad, Osias...
"I am Finistris, good to meet you Morpheus. Tell me...do you know who I am to you?"
He watched the child's face, clever and rather handsome...oh he liked this situation the more it seemed to finalize itself. How splendid, he was starting a tribe before Varestes...that would hit a nerve he'd wanted to smack for quite some time.
"I'm rather glad that I am finally able to meet my own son, and what a promising looking boy you are...I'm pleased."
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Post by Kitty on Feb 20, 2008 0:39:38 GMT -5
A look of intrigue came to his face, along with widened eyes, when he reached into the wall and.... produced an object? You could do that? Well, if he got the chance he'd simply have to ask about that, it got so dull in here and being able to pull things out of nowhere seemed liked a prospect that would make life more enjoyable. And, not to mention, it was just straight up cool. It also won him a bit more admiration beyond the 'this is my father' type.
His ears twitched as he began to speak, swiveling just so so that he could hear everything in splendid detail, this man's voice was far easier on the ears then his mother's rather gruff one, then again, everything about this man was more appealing at present, but perhaps that was because he was new? And, wait, that name.... Finistris, yes, that was the one he'd been given. Even before his father finished his sentence a toothy grin rested on the youth's muzzle. For once, assuming wouldn't get him into trouble.
He nodded his head, becoming completely relaxed before moving toward Finistris confidently, and with a bit of a skip to his step as well. Surely there would be no harm being dealt to him, especially since he seemed rather pleased with him from the start. And, as he peered up at him, his thought was confirmed. His voice held a rather chipper little undertone to it now, he figured the somewhat cool formalities were well enough done to let his excitement touch his voice.
I was hoping I'd get to meet you! I was told of you... but...
He cut himself off and hoped the smile on his face would speak all the words he didn't quite have a proper grasp on yet.
[[ I assume that would summon the rat, and if so I'll throw him in here next post, it'd take him a bit to show up anyhow, and what might Finistris count as, so I can properly adjust my tallies? <3 ]] |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 20, 2008 0:54:49 GMT -5
((OOC: Finistris counts as a King here <3 And the nerve doesn't directly summon Osias...it just lets him know who's in there XD ding-ding! Your sexins iz here!  was what it would usually mean <3)) Watching the child begin to move forward, hearing the excitement in his voice, seemed to gladden Finistris's mood...how...he had no idea. Perhaps my other half has a point about these "tribes" he so longs for? Psssht, how ridiculous, he brushed the unnerving thought away and watched Morpheus's eager face, intelligent and happy. "And I am delighted to meet you as well, please."He patted his knee to indicate that the child could jump up and sit with him. "Come and sit with me so that I might better admire my son."The tone of the child's voice was delightful...so pleased...he obviously had no idea what his dear father was... Good... "I had been told of you as well," He lied, reaching down to gently touch his son's face...so well structured, refined. "But your mother and I lead very different lives, I was only able to get here now, it is good to meet you at last, Morpheus." |
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Post by Kitty on Feb 20, 2008 1:17:18 GMT -5
He had been informed that his father lived in a similar way to himself, and what he looked like, and of course his name, but beyond that Morpheus didn't really know. In fact, Osias didn't know either, and what he did he hadn't shared. But the rat had obviously not lied, and Finistris did not dissappoint... he was actually rather close to what the boy had pictured in his mind... .better actually. He'd made a few assumptions due to the look of his mother that he was pleased to have been wrong about.
And... what? He was being offered a seat on his lap? He was allowed to touch him? Very well, he certainly would! He scrunched himself a bit, readying his muscles and hopped up into his father's lap, his movements had the promise of grace, even though they were touched with the awkwardness of being a child. If he were a feline, a purr would have resonated from his throat, however he just continued to smile and lifted his head to get a better view of the other's face, admiration marking his own.
At the touch his tail curled into that 's' shape again. However, he could not quell his curiosity any longer and merely gave into it.
How did you reach into the wall?
He sat back on his haunches being very careful not A) Slip and embarrass himself and B) not to accidentally hurt his father. |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 20, 2008 15:23:07 GMT -5
Finistris helped his son up onto his lap, watching the young muscles bunch and move under the fur. Such nice fur too...he normally would have scoffed at the idea of a Lowland family member... A toy was one thing...but these two...Osias and now his son... They were so different, so enterprising...
His plae, long-fingered hand stroked the fur of his son's back almost absent mindedly as he listened to Morpheus's question.
And already, he wants to learn...good, good...a lesson can be made out of this.
Smiling lightly, the very corners of his mouth turning up, blue eyes still hooded, Finistris answered.
"Liked that trick, did you? It's not too difficult, especially since you live here...watch."
Reaching over his son's shoulder, he reached into the wall beside them, twisting his fingers and slowly pulling forth an object. It was at first, as black and shapeless as the chair had been until Finistris had sat on it. Slowly, it began to form.
"It may not work for you in anyone else's mind, but here...you just think of what it is you want...and you should be able to master it. It will take effort, form it with your mind... Here."
He handed the object to Morpheus, a small stuffed bear. It was soft, it's fur made of silk...though the claws on its paws were sharp...bone.
"I'll be sure to bring you a better present next time, son."
He murmured, watching the child's face.
"For now...let's see you try...start with something small."
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was what it would usually mean <3))