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Post by Kitty on Aug 12, 2010 22:29:30 GMT -5
 It had been a long time since he'd last left the Golfam, years in fact ... did Zuberi still even live here? He certainly hoped so, it was quite a flight here and he was more then exhausted ... as was his usual for visits anyhow. He spread out his feathered wings and circled downward, gnarled cane clutched to his chest. Down, down, down until his shifted his position and landed lightly in the shallows. He wiggled his toes a bit, playing with the squishy sand a bit before leaning forward and placing his cane on more solid ground. Slowly, and in a gait that sat somewhere between waddle and limp, he made his way toward Zuberi's hut. Halfway there he gritted his teeth and let his secondary set of wings free. He loathed them with a great passion but they were due out soon and, well... they helped him balance when spread just so. His fur bristled as a pleasant sensation tickled him, it'd be nice to see a friendly face again. |
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 4, 2010 23:16:31 GMT -5
How did Momma do it? The dolls... Uluani wanted to learn the dolls. They were one of Momma's best spells. She didn't like dolls, herself, and much preferred playing with shells. But she supposed she wouldn't need to like them to hurt them, now would she? Hehe. She tossed aside the little mock-doll she'd made of hemp and shell, instead going over to chew on a piece of driftwood. It let her think when she chewed, just put her into a sort of meditative zoning state. She could hear Juall quite clearly when she zoned like that. He liked to whisper things when she was falling asleep, too. Her own private voice in the dark. Alone with her thoughts for a good long while, the girl eventually heard noises approaching their house. Her head came up and she frowned slightly, wondering who was coming to see Momma now. Then her expression brightened as she wondered who might be coming to see Momma now. Tossing aside her wood, she rose and walked to stand in the doorway. ...and wasn't that a sight. She made no bones about staring, taking in the rotting oddity of their newest guest. He looked like a Tulgey. One of the demon-folk, weren't they? That was what some of the people in the village called them. Pale, bloodless demons. But this one looked pretty messed up. Maybe he was almost dead and he wanted Momma to make him better. She wiggled a little. Momma didn't work like that. Maybe he would make Momma angry when she got back. That was always fun! "An' what's dis flotsam da sea be bringin' to our door?" she called out with a heavy note of amused sarcasm, secure in her place within her own home. |
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Post by Kitty on Oct 5, 2010 12:05:25 GMT -5
He tried not to lean too heavily on his cane, the sandy beaches of Midori just weren't the greatest of places for a stroll if you needed one to move after all. But it was worth it to visit an old friend and get out of the bleak surroundings he'd chosen for a home. It had tugged on his heart to leave his two silent companions back at home, but he was certain they'd be alright. He was never gone for super long periods of time though ... and this would probably be a short visit anyhow, he hated to be a burden.
however, he stopped before reaching his destination as a voice called out to him. He paused and turned his gaze to the little squirrel. She definitely had a few familiar aspects to her appearance, was she Zuberi's? If so... he certainly had been gone longer then he thought. It seemed the Golfam was severely impacting his judgment on days and years. That was definitely a concern.
His voice was deep, but he spoke softly and his words carried a tinge of fatigue, the type that went farther then the kind you experienced from physical activity. He was just... tired down to his very soul and he wasn't certain if that could ever be reversed.
And old friend stopping for a visit. Might Zuberi be around?
He'd be nice to her now and do his best to continue to do so. The undertones of her speech was a little disheartening, but he'd give the girl the benefit of the doubt. Surely if she was Zub's girl, the woman would have knocked some sense into her by now, right? |
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 10, 2010 21:00:57 GMT -5
An old friend... that set off a few warnings in the back of her head and Uluani's expression changed from an amused sneer to a cautious curiosity. Most people didn't claim to be Momma's friends unless they really were. You didn't want a voodoo priestess hearing rumors about presumptuous outsiders.
"Ah... gotcha dere. Nah, Momma's nat at home righ'now. She's in town, doh. You wan' I should fetch'er? Is dis impartant?" Looking at his condition, it very well could be if he came to Momma for healing. But if he always looked like that and just wanted to talk then it probably wasn't worth running off like a little lackey to fetch her.
She sat down on the porch, wing tucking against her, ignoring the sarcastic voice near her ear for a moment. She could listen to him later. Always. Though he painted an amusing picture, taking the man's cane and watching him topple over. Not until she figured out whether he really was Momma's friend.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 3, 2011 0:54:19 GMT -5
Ah, no need to disrupt her shopping. I can wait til she returns.
With his bone fingers he stroked his feather tie nervously, not quite sure what to say or do around this little one. It had been years since he'd seen another card, much less met someone new and he was not only a little lost for words, but was finding the situation hugely awkward. Oh, Zuberi, why did you have to be out now?
Well, if he was going to be waiting here, might as well make an attempt at an introduction, right? He gave her a little smile, the expression looking off on his face what with his strange eyes, his beak-muzzle and his straggly whiskers, but he was trying to look like a nice young man.
The name's Brokat, what might yours be?
His little, tasseled ears perked forward hopefully. even if his tail was still a little stiff with nerves. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 14, 2011 22:42:01 GMT -5
Brokat... if she had a better head for names, Uluani might have been able to remember whether or not her Mamma had ever said that name before. As it was, if she had then the memory was lost in the child's memory as most things tended to be after a little while. Things like manners.
She idly began to scratch a nail into the wood of the deck. "Uluani. I'm Uluani. You one'a her friends from da Capital? Ain't never seen you 'round dese parts. Not 'round home, anyway. An' she goes dere plenty offen."
You could meet all sorts in the Capital. Like this fellow. He probably wouldn't even turn all that many heads, with his rot and his weird. He was trying to be friendly. Trying to make a good impression. Huh. Probably was one of Mamma's friends. Too bad, really.
She wasn't about to let him in the house, though. Not without Mamma's say so. Her tail lightly twitched this way and that as she watched him with her unnerving eyes.
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