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 Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 10:09 am
This is a private rp between Dooma and jessieomer. If you would like to join please pm one of them before posting.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:16 pm
It had been some time since Abraxas Eros had gone out in search of others. He had not often felt the need to find others of his kind. And last time he had gone out he did not find another star but instead he had found himself a loud mouth familiar named Kreal. He had not spoken much before but now with Kreal he found he spoke even less. But as his familar started to get restless Abraxas thought it might be for the best if they when out and tried to find someone else to get to know. Kreal flew around his silent friend a moment before landing on his shoulder. "Oh are we going out now? Well this is good.. you can not be a hermet all your life. You need to stretch those long legs of yours." He smiled brightly at his serious friend and slapped his shoulder, "Legs head out!" 
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:30 pm
Were there any other people here? Blake had lived for a while and had yet to encounter many of his kind. Was he an oddity? He wasn't quite sure. But he knew he had to find others like him. He flew sometimes, and he walked sometimes. He liked either. And then something stopped him in his track. A pair of real wings connected to a very naked boy.
"Shouldn't you put some clothes on?" he asked, a look of skepticism on his face. He then noticed the family by the boys side. How could he get one of those? He was feeling rather lonely. Maybe he could steal the creature away from the boy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:41 pm
Abraxas Eros had not heard someone walking behind him and though the sudden sound of a voice did startle him he turned his head very slowly. His force was slim and strong no part of him was not lean muscle. His serious dark amber eyes looked over the tall man a distance away from him. His eyes seemed inhuman almost like a robot's or doll's eyes would be.
His eyes scanned down the other's body then slowly moved to look at his own body. It did seem he was missing articles of clothing. He then looked back towards his hidden home. He didn't have any clothes did he?
Kreal shot up from Abraxas' shoulder and moved towards the tall male. "And who the hell do you think you are telling us what we should do...had we clothes don't you think he would be in them?" Though he was being tough it was a bit funny to have such a high pitch voice yelling at him. "We aren't all as show as you true star!" He flipped his hands to rest atop his hips. "Abraxas you want me to rough him up for being so rude to you?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:48 pm
"I didn't say he had to have them. Ya wanna fight ya pipsqueak?" He put his gloved hands on his hips. He was up for a good fight. He raised an eyebrow and walked closer. He saw the boy and thought he looked lost. Like he didn't know who or what he was.
"Ahh its okay. I'm not opposed to nudists." He patted the boys head and flicked at the flying creature. He could be soft spotted on certain things. Besides, the boy kind of reminded him or himself. Blake had never remembered a time he wasn't a true star. He called it amnesia, but it could be something more. His home. Where did he live? Blake usually crashed wherever he wanted. Was that a perk to being whatever it is that he is.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:57 pm
Kreal growls loudly at being called a pipsqueak. He nods, "Oh yeah I will take you out! Let's do this fancy pants!" He was ready to bum rush the other when the tall man patted Abraxas. "Oi did I say you could touch him pervert!" He hissed as he was flicked and struggled to recover before he flew over and bit the slightly purple hued finger of the true star.
Abraxas turned fully to face the true start only to find himself getting his head patted. The only contact he had had similar to that was the old man who had saved him from the swamp of Grief. He wondered if all elder pet or patted children's heads. When Kreal was flicked he turned to watch his familiar fly in for an attack and before the fight could grow any worse he pulled the small familiar to him to keep from the two of them actually fighting.
He bowed his head and signed "sorry" but then remember then old man not being able to speak sign language he looked up and mouthed the word sorry.
Kreal watched Abraxas 'talk' and he hiss, "Oh that's it big guy come on I am going to kick your but your trying to make Abraxas talk arn't you...you get a kick out of making people talk come on let me go Abraxas I am going to rough him up and I will tear that shirt off his back for clothes for you." he was talking big but he did not struggle as The silver striped fingers held him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:05 am
"Hey, runt. I'm not a pervert." Blake said, a little malice coming out in his voice. He let out a yelp as he was bit on the finger. The hell did he do to deserve that. He wagged his finger out in the open air to hopefully lessen the sting. Dang, that thing had sharp teeth. He looked up in time to see the boy waving his hands or something before mouthing the word Sorry. Ehhh. The guy didn't have a sqeaker box so his animal was the one who did the talking. Ahh.
"What?" he said, a brow raised. He was a bit confused as to why the creature, Kreal, was being so uptight and defensive about a kid talking. Didn't all kids like to talk? He was sure they did.
"You don't talk?" he asked, this question pointed to the young child whom he had patted. He figured if that was true he mgiht not get much of a response from the boy. Was it something he chose to do, or did he not know how to sound out the words? Blake was curious.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:08 pm
Abraxas took a slow breath his silvers stripped fingers stroked Kreal's fur. He normally did not feel nervous with people but this true star was strange to him. He was so active. He reached out his hand and took a hold of the larger man's hand. He was going to take the ture star back home and take care of his bite.
Kreal jumped up from Abraxas' hands and putting his hand on his hips again he glared. "Oh he can speak but he ain't going to be talking to you. Who do you think you are trying to get words from my buddy here?" He sighs and shakes his head, "Oh no you don't Abraxas...you don't need to clean out his wound...it was not a deep bite. Oh come on man don't take him to the house...he might want to stay!" He whimpers softly as his cries were un headed bby his friend.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 1:38 pm
"Huh?" Blake asked as the little boy grabbed his hand. It was weird, to feel a little hand in his own. It wasn't something Blake was used to. He then glanced over at the flying monkey. "I have my own home, thank you." he said. He wouldn't need to stay at the little boys home, but yet the thing was right, it wasn't much of a bite. "Don't worry bout it kid. It's not that bad, see not much blood. I can live." His other hand went to petting the boys head again. He was a good kid, despite Blake having to listen to his familiars prattle in order to get what they boy wanted to say or do. He figured if he had been with the boy as long as the familiar has he might know what the boy was thinking himself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:53 am
Abraxas still held Blake's hand as the older man patted his head. His burnt looking eyes looked over the other's face. The young male stopped a moment before he pulled gently on the other's hand. It seemed that even if it was a small bite Abraxas wanted to take care of it.
Kreal sighs, "You are too kind Abraxas this big punk does not deserve you to help him. He started this trouble!" The small furry creature looked over Blake with disaproval in his eyes. "Alright alright I am sure he will go with you just don't hold his hands. Your not that close to be holding his hand. You don't even know his name!"
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