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Post by seraaches on Jan 29, 2008 9:44:53 GMT -5
Irashin loved to people watch. For a long time, actually, it had been one of his absolutely favourite activities. A teenager now, he'd managed to hit the strange, gangly stage of horses. His Mommy had pulled him and Eir aside to explain that they'd one day make it here but to not worry too much about it, because it wouldn't last overly long. Just long enough to make them feel completely isolated and uncomfortable from the world. He and Eir had a shared a quick glance before Ira had cheerfully told Mommy that they were just fine the way they were, but they'd be happy to let everyone know that their Mother thought they were awkward. Their Queen Mother had rolled his eyes and given up trying to make the connection with them that day. That was all right, though. For all of his own quirks, Mother was quite good to them, and he and Eir were fortunate that a Queen of Hearts, Shinrai didn't push them about wot really made them isolated (though not entirely uncomfortable) in their world. A small kitten pranced past the park, pausing to make a face at the equine. Ira smirked right back, showing teeth that shouldn't accept meat, but would certainly do so if the circumstances were right. The Ville en Miir kitty had the good sense to recognize the bigger predator and she dashed away with a mewling cry of distress. Sadly, that only made Ira hungry. His ears flicked back and he contemplated looking for some real food, but, for now, his laziness won out and he simply lay his head down to continue to watch the crowds. |
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Post by Vyn on Feb 5, 2008 9:36:50 GMT -5
Mephitisia had arrived in the park shortly after Ira had so skillfully chased off the feline, not even having to stand up to send it yowling across the park. Skill indeed. His markings, though, were what truly caught her attention. Not the smooth teal of his coat or the bright yellow and brown striping which pegged him as a Josiggy Marshlander, but the hook beneath his unusual dark eyes. It had triggered a memory and left her mentally scanning through the books she had studied over her years. Where had she seen it before? Ah yes, that was it, did it not denote him as a cannibal? Now that was a rare sight indeed, almost as rare and unusual as her own gleaming, serpentine orbs. She arched a brow slightly, thoughtfully, and then smoothly strode forward. "Hello, boy." She loomed over him, her voice washing over him like a wave of ice. Closer now, her eyes fell upon the 10 of Hearts upon his breast and another note of familiarity struck her. Not just a random curiousity, this boy, no...he had a likening to someone in the Court of Hearts, if she was correct. Interesting, perhaps this meeting would have more in store for her than just a bit of satisfying observation. |
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Post by seraaches on Feb 9, 2008 10:14:38 GMT -5
Teal ears pinned back as a strange, definitely creepy voice addressed him, and pupilless purple eyes quickly turned to travel up and up and up the blue-kissed black body of his would-be 'tormentor'. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the woman's face and for a long moment he simply contemplated the doe who 'dared' to speak to him.
"Do you ever bite your own lip?" the colt abruptly asked in a simple and plain manner. It was the first thing to come to his mind and, as his dearest Father told him on more than one occasion, with just the tiniest hint of fondness in her voice-- a sure sign he was her favourite--, he most assuredly had a terrible impulse control problem.
Actually, he thought he did rather well: maybe a tenth of the thoughts, ideas, and questions that shot into his brain were shared with the world; if his darling Mommy knew that-- HA! He'd die of a heart attack.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 12, 2008 14:15:31 GMT -5
Mephitisia watched the cannibal horse as his ears pinned back and their eyes met abruptly, staring into each other for a long moment before the colt abruptly spoke. He didn't say just anything though, oh no...he said the most random comment possible. Did she bite her own lip? Where the hell did that come from!?
"No." The doe said suddenly, slowly arching a brow. "Do you?"
Why was she asking? Did she even care? No, not really... She didn't really care at all, but she might as well say something because she was curious about the colt and if she said nothing than he'd probably wander off. If his random question had anything to prove, then he was simply a confused and random person in general.
Or perhaps he actually had a point in saying such a thing? Mephit could not see it but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
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Post by seraaches on Feb 13, 2008 22:39:57 GMT -5
"Once," the colt answered truthfully. "I don't taste nearly as good as other people." It didn't seem to occur to him to lie about that particular aspect of himself; perhaps people didn't usually understand that he meant such references literally. Still, despite the matter-of-fact truth in his voice, his eyes still watched her with an underlying, yet undefinable, emotion. He could be thinking that she looked delicious as well, or even that he needed to go pee. Wotever it was in his gaze, he shifted it away from the woman after a moment to inspect the people still crowding through the streets.
"They don't look like they're real," he observed in a light voice, as though the whole concept was amusing. His tail lashed back and forth a few times, as though he were feline rather than equine. "I wonder if they realize that."
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Post by Vyn on Feb 13, 2008 23:12:10 GMT -5
Good, good. The colt was more intriguing than she'd originally thought. A little cannibal as she'd first assumed, but odder than she'd imagined as well. His commentary was random but he himself seemed an interesting soul, it made her wonder what he'd be like when time had finished molding him. For now, however, she would have to tolerate his impulsive blurtings if she wanted to see anything more of him.
Her gaze remained even with his, unflinching and unconcerned. So what if he was a cannibal? It wasn't as if he could do her any harm at this age. When Ira's gaze moved, however, Mephitisia followed his and focused absently upon the group he appeared to be studying. Well...that was, a far more interesting comment.
"No," she spoke bluntly, eyes cold as they stared hard into the milling group. "They all look fake, but none of them will ever notice that that they are."
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Post by seraaches on Feb 13, 2008 23:36:22 GMT -5
The colt abruptly stretched, again almost cat-like in his demeanour. It wasn't a feline aspect coming out, his daddy was a canine, after all, it was his natural predator; that mutated part of his biology that simply came to the fore unless he was really thinking about it. Of course, who would want to hide their killer instinct? That would be rather silly.
A quick, sidelong glance up at the doe showed her hardened gaze and Ira's ears flicked back idly in thought. She didn't really seem like a very happy woman, which, according to the colt's life motto, was a real shame. Life was too short to not enjoy one's self along the way.
Well, not his problem.
"It doesn't matter," he informed her, voice still easy-going and almost sing-song. "They're just fodder for the bigger machinations around them anyway. At least in their current state of oblivion they'll never bother those who are making the decisions regarding their lives."
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Post by Vyn on Feb 17, 2008 11:11:15 GMT -5
Mephitisia was, as the colt had assumed, not a very happy woman. She was content in her life, especially now that she was officially a Jack, and she knew various pleasures...but she couldn't remember the last time she was truly 'happy'. If one asked her, it wouldn't be hard to say that she didn't know what it was.
Or, perhaps, she really was happy...just in a far different way than most people ever grasped. It was hard to tell, really.
"Hmph. You're quite right about that." She replied, icy voice mingling with that easy sing-song tone in a rather odd manner. Once again she was quite pleased with her decision to approach this colt. More to him than what simply met the eye. "Are you above the general fodder then? One of those making the decisions or just outside of them?"
This socializing thing wasn't something Mephitisia was very well adjusted to, but she made do when she had to. You gaze formalities here and there if that's what it took to get you the information you wanted and, from time to time, you found people with something interesting to say.
"What's your name, boy?"
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Post by seraaches on Feb 17, 2008 11:54:52 GMT -5
The green tail flip-flopped briefly along the ground like a dying fish. It was either indicative of a full mind or the colt was just playing because it moved in a steady manner for nearly a minute.
"My name," his voice seemed suddenly formal, as though this were some sort of grandiose and uber important event in both of their lives. "Is Irashin. My family often calls me Ira." Abruptly his manner fell back into the same easy-going tones he'd been speaking in. "But they are mostly idiots."
After another few moments of watching the crowds, he finally answered the woman's first question, voice thoughtful and quiet. "Actually, right now I'm only fodder. I am only a 10 and not yet officially into the Courts. Mother says we should wait until we're grown before we decide whether or not we'll actually pursue a life in the Real World. But Mother's also oblivious to many things right in front of his nose. Well, right under his nose. Normally he can't even see them."
A figurative or literal reference? After all, horses couldn't see directly in front of them, not with the placement of their eyes.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 22, 2008 13:20:25 GMT -5
"Family typically is, Ira." Mephitisia returned drolly once he had at last answered. Such an interesting creature. His intelligence seemed to flop about as much as his tail, but she hoped that it was not the case. She would stick around for a while long, if only to hear what else he had to say. "I am Mephitisia." Her introduction was slightly off-handed, for when she spoke he had begun to wander off in reply to her earlier question.
Ah well, so long as they were all answered she didn't care what order they came in. Another arched brow was the original response to his reply, but she slowly tailored it into words. Fascinatingly cryptic little colt.
"Just fodder? I see." She nodded a little, eying the young ten thoughtfully. "My brother obtained his Jackhood when he was little older than you." The doe snorted with mild disdain at this fact. "Though I doubt I need to suggest you pursue it. From the sounds of it, your mind's already made?"
Did this mean she would eventually be seeing him within her Court? Or the opposite?
"And your Mother, does he have a life in the Real World?"
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