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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Oct 25, 2009 14:17:35 GMT -5
Winter in Wonderland, it was quite the time. The entire world seemed of the purest white, making it seem almost like heaven. The man eating plants were at rest, the killer tress were slumbering, and even the bloodthirsty beasts had retreated to their dens. The boogies mostly stayed pent up inside the castle, generally sending their slaves out into the freezing weather to retrieve whatever it was that they may need. This was perhaps the only safe time to wander this savage world, and thus many loved it.
Tristan himself rather enjoyed the winter, though he could do without the mass temperature drop. Of course his coat did rather help block out the wind, though he wasn't wearing it at the moment seeing as it was nice and toasty inside the palace. Still, other than that it was one of his favorite times of year. It had been during his first winter that he'd first met Moon, the now huge wolf that trotted along beside him. Her fur blended into the snow perfectly, which had provided all sorts of hide and seek fun when they were younger. Those times were long gone of course, but he stilll enjoyed thinking back on them nonetheless.
At the moment he was on his way down to the kitchen for his morning coffee, preferring to do such things himself instead of allowing the humans to do them for him. Boogies these days were far too eager to do absolutely nothing while the humans waited on them hand and foot, Tristan wasn't quite so lazy. Unlike most he was fully capable of functioning on his own, and so that's what he did. He saw no need to go bothering the humans with trivial little matters like fetching some coffee, they had far more important things to worry about. Like staying alive. With rumors of rebellion floating around, the boogies had become far crueler to their slaves. He told them time and again they were only making things worse, just stoking the flames of the humans' hatred. But did anyone ever listen? Of course not. They were all too convinced that they could force the humans into obedience. And he was afraid that would only work so long.
Stopping next to a window, he stared out the frosted glass. Below him he could see the crimson forest, the blood red river snaking it's way through the masses of white. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sight. To him it was beauty at its finest, though he imagined there were at least a few that might disagree with him. His wings fluttered a bit on his back, suddenly getting the urge to go for a nice winter flight. It would be cold as hell of course, but it had been quite a while since he'd done so. He believed the last time had been when he was a child, back home with his family. For a brief moment, he wondered how they were doing.... |
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Post by Rosaline Blackthorne on Oct 25, 2009 22:37:50 GMT -5
Chipp chipp. Churbe? Krrrrou!
"Yes, I looked in the dining hall..." The slender boogie woman sighed, Jak and Ryo sighing in union, sharing in her defeat to find the mysterious man of her dreams. Rosaline Blackthorne had asked every living being she had encountered. Boogies were the ones more willing to part with what information they held, as they weren't terrified of another of their kind. Though, there were a few that weren't helpful, but were definitely interested in Rosaline... That's when she showed them her sword. The interest quickly left, along with the boogie. But the humans, the poor souls, were instinctively terrified of her! This logic was still odd, even after her parents explained that other boogies were lazy bastards who just wanted to hoard the slaves like cattle. It was just... disgusting.
The thought was dashed out of her mind as she looked down at the parchment she was holding. Places were named, some scrached through, some circled, few even had both. "For someone so damn famous, he sure is hard to find..." She grumbled, taking a quill up and marking out the dining hall. Putting the feather to her lips, she paused in the middle of the hallway. Not in the entrance... Not in the baths... Not in the dining hall, where she just came from! With an exasperated sigh, she threw both items into the air, covering her face with her hands and leaning against the nearest wall. Ryo and Jak had fluttered about all week, looking for information on this so called famous Tristan...
Maybe she should give up? She'd been here for a whole week and hadn't found her brother, her love of her life. Don't peg her as a quitter, no no! She has slept less than four hours a night for that whole week, only pausing to feed her weary body or pass out from exasperated failure. Her familiars, both her dark and light sides, have been on constant patrols, knowing what Tristan looks like, following leads they had overheard. Perhaps she should just give up and return, hoping Gusan would take her back. If anything, Rosaline would rather be stuck with a boring boogie than all alone...
Ryo and Jak floated closer, chittering and chattering their condolences when a movement caught their eyes. Looking up, both went wide eyed, trying to get her attention. Looking up slightly, he eyes threatening to let loose tears of despair. "...what?" Rosaline asked, eyes full of hope once again. Looking to where they were point, she saw him. Covering her mouth, the boogie had to take a second to recollect herself. Pushing gently off the wall, she took one step, slowly and careful. He seemed to be lost in thought, far, far away from where his body was walking. Another stronger step, her hands falling as the tears dried and her quivering lips began twitching into a smile. It really was him... It was Tristan Denai Blackthorne! Her beloved brother! The man who was a phantom of memories her entire childhood. The black feathery wings twitched slightly, itching to carry her heavy body faster than her skinny legs, but she needed more speed. The partially covered legs pumped faster, bringing her to an appropriate speed for flight. The moment she could, she took off, her wings beating heavily. The excited Rosaline left her familiars in the dust, her speed increasing with every moment her out stretched arms weren't around the solid body of Tristan. Even Moon, with all her agility, wouldn't be in time to stop the flying glomp that Tristan would be hit by. Their only warning was the near sobbing sound of Rosaline's cry of "Tristan!" The tears renewed during her flight. Tears of joy as she took the famous boogie down in a tight hug.
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Oct 30, 2009 19:02:49 GMT -5
"Tristan!"
The mane frowned, broken from his thoughts. Now who could that be? It didn't sound like any of his humans, and it certainly wasn't Naelona. There was no one else brave enough to refer to him by his first name. And whats more it sounded like the owner of the voice was crying, odd. Who would be crying as they yelled his name? At this point he was a bit curious, and so turned. Just in time to be tackled to the ground.
"Mphf!" He grunted a bit as his body slammed into the ground, his mysterious attacker atop him. Of course he immediately assumed it to be a threat, and was just about to rip the fool's head off. Until he realized that he was being hugged that is. Now, Tristan was quite understandably stunned. Looking the stranger over he was immediately able to tell that it was a boogie. Why the hell would a boogie be tackling and hugging him?! He despised his kind, and they in turn feared him. There were few boogies in their right mind that would approach him, and the ones out of their minds most certainly weren't interested in hugging.
Tristan merely raised his brow at the odd boogie the hair told him the person was most likely female, and the breasts pressing against him ascertained that fact. He still had no idea what the hell she wanted, or what the hell was wrong with her for that matter, but he intended to find out. Gripping her around the shoulders he easily pulled her off of him, holding her in place as he stared into a pair of amber eyes that were oddly similar to his own. "Who are you and what do you want?" Looking the woman over, he was more than mildly surprised. It wasn't just her eyes that were similar to his own, it was everything. The hair, the skin tone, even the shape of her face. Just who the hell is this girl?! |
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Post by Rosaline Blackthorne on Oct 31, 2009 19:15:58 GMT -5
The feel of the embrace she gave him was nothing less than magical. Finally, a tangible being in which she could hug onto! When she were younger, Rosaline would imagine a large pillow being Tristan, holding him close while she slumbered. But those were childish ways the boogie long since abandoned. And who would need a pillow when one could just snuggle up to the real thing every night? Sighing for a moment, she allowed herself to relax, all the worries from her previous week vanishing.
But then she was promptly lifted into the air, causing not a frightened look. In fact, the woman giggled. So the stories of his strength were far from tall tales. "Oh, Tristan Blackthorne..." She cooed, her eyes still shining, but the tears under her complete control. "I don't think that's the proper way to greet your sister, is it?" She asked, a smile spreading across her lips. "Now put me down, brother! I've got six thousand years of hugs to make up for!" And at that moment, expecting the shock to be large to this infamous boogie, as mighty as he may be, to be enough for her to wriggle out of his grasp and fall back on top of him, wrapping her arms around his necks. "Oh, big brother... It's so nice to meet you," Rosaline whispered, closing her eyes as she let this second hug. Never had this woman hoped she could freeze time more than now. To hold onto a lover for all of eternity.
Ryo and Jak finally caught up to the siblings, though hanging back when they saw the huge wolf. Moon may not have been in an aggressive stance, but that didn't mean they wouldn't fear something that was easily ten times their size. Clinging to one another, they watched. Jak watching the two, a sly grin on her face, while Ryo kept a weary eye on the giant canine. Those fangs were as big as she was...
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