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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 3, 2009 17:19:25 GMT -5
I fly like paper...Trianna slowly looked up at him, blinking a few times to reassure herself this all was happening. The past hour or so of her life was indeed fact. She had this friend, the one that was staring her in the eyes at the head of the log. A friend.... or what did he just say?! Aw, hell no I'm not going there today...She offered him a rough grin. "Friends, Flisk. Don't push me too far towards the cliff today," she chided, but she'd retained her playful teasing twang. "Now move your big head so I can get the heck out of this worm hole."...Before I go crazy or something...Sure, it had been a thorn in her side to have Flisk storm off on her, but something about this still felt utterly unnatural. We're braking some sort of ancient law or something here. I'm gonna have dead wolves wanting me in their graves with them, or worse, some random freakin prophecy that sentences me to be a sacrifice. Eh. We've had enough to last a few generations, haven't we?...get high like planes.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Mar 4, 2009 17:46:03 GMT -5
Flisk smiled teasingly. Licking his nose happily, he uttered a single word in his head. Hope. Maybe...someday, Trianna might love him. He smiled like a little boy in front of a angry teacher, knowing he had done something wrong and giggling at it immensely. Flisk snuffled and moved, but quickly went for the log. He didn't mind the gooey stuff and instead pushed with his might. With Trianna in the log, Flisk watched it go round and round.
"Goin for a spin eh?"
He giggled immaturely and stopped to see what had happened to Trianna.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 10, 2009 6:27:22 GMT -5
Can't read my, can't read my...
(no he can't read my poker face)Trianna paced towards the edge of the log, brow raised and waiting for Flisk to shift from the opening. She opened her maw to speak, but gravity would have otheriwse. Suddenly, Trianna was spinning over and over, a dizzy whirlwind blurred past her one the entrance, white and brown and black and the token rebellious hue here and there. Trianna's body was jerked and tossed and rolled roughly within the log, the slime that coated the interior now smudging over her fur. Crap!Gritting her teeth, her lids slammed shut against the twirling world around her, and she pushed herself free of the log with urgent forepaws. In a high arc, she flew as only flightless birds do -- crashing to the ground shortly after take-off. She lay there, silently in a pile of muck and snow mush, awaiting Flisk to come and find her. All the while, a wide grin formed in a rich spread across her maw. Payback's a bitch, I guess. But just wait until he comes over here....then, then we'll see!...she's gonna love
(nobody)
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Mar 19, 2009 19:23:04 GMT -5
Flisk grinned and wagged his tail. His fur was covered with chunks of white snow and as he heard nothing, he began to worry. Had he hurt Tria? He doubted it. Licking his lips, he quietly began to walk over to the log. Clearing his throat, he shook his pelt and swallowed. With a sigh, he knew he could not escape whatever Trianna had planned up for him. Snuffling, he peeked his head in.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2009 16:13:04 GMT -5
Trianna was beaming madly, completely enraptured and gleeful with her planned trickery. He was padding over to her now, and in a few delectable moments filled to the brim with anticipation, she would give him the biggest shock he'd gotten yet in his short life. She relished it silently, patiently hatching her plot. Sometimes, the anticipation, the idea of what was to be done, was just as great as the execution of the feat. Trianna tensed, poised and at the ready. One more step, one more step and it's a mud fight, Fliskers........or at least it would've been Ill omens too to the morning sky on black leathery wings, ravens croaking of foreshadowed death and bloodstrike. They rose as one, in a black wraith cloud, and swarmed away onto the horizon, other creatures of flight taking off shortly after them -- all spiraling desperately away from a central bering and pelting on vigorous wings away from the place of discord. The apple had dropped from the hands of the goddess;; whatever was disagreeable about the place of flight, none would escape the repercussion. And angry war howl echoed in the sky. Trianna's hairs stood on end, and altogether, the images of her prank against Flisk were wiped clean out of her mind. The battle-savvy, tough-skinned femme was frozen completely in shock, and her breath was scraggly, her limbs slightly shaken as she stood, eyes wide and pupils tiny. "F-Flisk....I've heard battle howls before....but nothing like---"And then it came from nowhere, everywhere, neverwhere, all at once, simultaneously. A thousands voices enriched with passionate pyre and undying spite. It rang out as one, ghostly and haunting, and though it came from miles away, and Spring's breath had taken fancy on the withered grasses, there was a chill everlasting in the bones of all that lived and died and lasted in purgatory. "AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!""Run, run...we need to get Iver, now!" Trianna brushed past Flisk in a panicked dart and pelted towards Iver's den. |
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Mar 24, 2009 16:23:39 GMT -5
((Do you want to make a thread in Iver's den?))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 26, 2009 6:15:37 GMT -5
(yes please =) )
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