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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 10:15 pm
It was having a fit again, that beast named Flower. Throwing it's head and trying to get the muzzle off so it could snap at the various people int he park. He still didn't fully understand the purpose of bringing the dragon along, not fully.
Not that he understood a lot it seemed.
One black ear flicked as the dragon hissed again as 'Music Box' tried to calm him down, one speaking in english that was broken through nervousness, the other in a gruff language he didn't understand in the least. Oh, there perhaps it seemed that the raven was doing some good and- nope. There went the black exerting his dominance again and his older sibling shrinking back as usual. This was nothing new really, which was why it didn't alarm him. A show he'd grown to see as normal, even if everyone else enjoying one of the few last warm days of summer seemed ready to bolt should the dragon truly lose it. Then again, some of the looks might have had to do with the fact such a young child was calmly sitting near a slightly insane looking dragon. Just maybe.
Another casual twitch of his ear, though this time caused by something brushing the sensitive hairs and the reaction being more subconcious than anything. Though it did draw his attention, causing the boy to glance up and catch sight of the offender. Wings fluttered daintily as the butterfly tried to dart along, it was obviously still holding onto what warmth existed. It's last fleeting attempts. That might be cut short due to it's badly timed appearance.
Phace wasn't too interested in the current ongoings, and whatever instinct was left in him caused the child to shove himself up to his feet. Still not completely steady, he managed to snatchup his staff and begin making his way along after the new prey. Both eyes focused only on the pale white wings of the thing as he attmepted to keep up. Step, wobble, regain balance, step, step, faceplant. Up he went again, managing a few more quick steps before he slipped a bit and went again. He wasn't about to give up on the thing, even if he was obviously falling behind.
Through a few bushes, which was actually quite difficult due to the branches not wanting to let him through. Which was the main reason that by the time the teal hair'ed child managed to drag his way out of the foliage it was obvious the previous subject of interest had escaped, something that did dra wa bit of a pout to the boy's face.
Alas, now what was he to do?
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 11:00 pm
Waya sighed contently as he took in a deep breath of the early fall scents. If anything he would admit to fall being his favorite season. The time for change. Lots of things were changing around him recently, so much so he enjoyed getting out of the house more often just for a bit of time to himself. And where did he go? Well the park was a nice place to relax.
Or so he thought.
Even when he wasn't babysitting some reason the spirits saw fit to shove a child into his possession. Or at least in this case a child to come stumbling into his napping spot. Ears twitched curiously as the bushes rustled, Waya having thought it was Neshoba only to find a child standing there.
Slowly he sat up, a hand raising to cover his yawn. "Hey kiddo... Where did you come from I wonder..." Surely he knew the kid couldn't answer that. "We better find your parents before they go nuts." He muttered, offering his hand to the child to see what it would do.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 11:16 pm
Rather than the butterfly he'd found... a person..? A big one. Well, not so much really. Not as big as Haruki, but bigger than his brother. And inbetween person. That was it, inbetween. Neither one nor the other. One that talked apparently, and had ears... and... dressed oddly? Different from his family certainly. Then again, his clothing was more short like Revon's, so perhaps he dressed like his brother. That must have been it.
A question first, though not one he really had and answer for, aside from waving his free arm a little bit behind him. He'd come from that way. That was about all he knew on the matter, so he'd given at least that much information. Though next came something a bit harder. A minor frown forming on his face. Find his parents? They weren't here, why would he look for them? And why would they got nuts? Turning into a food was a strange response... he couldn't imagine Haruki, the closest thing he had to a parent, turning into food for some reason.
Still, the offered hand was taken, seeing as the person didn't seem bad. Not that he truly understand right or wrong, more a case of feeling the need to react as people would want. That was the proper gesture right? He took people's hands when offered them. "Fluffy." And Waya had earned his nickname, mainly due to the fact the boy had taken note of a few features he did have in common with the older boy. And possibly more due to the cape-like thing hanging down the boy's back. ah well, no matter what the logictics of his naming ways, it would be what it was. And Waya had earned the title Fluffy. Certianly a positive name... just not one most people owuld be proud of.
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