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Post by ►fe||◄ on May 31, 2009 16:01:02 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -You can always kill but you can't always bring someone back.
Fell really wanted just to walk in a forest, just a random forest, nothing else. No demons trying to kill him or anything else. Maybe meet someone, or a nice demon. The fox-demon was wearing his usual clothes and then a small bag that he could carry on his back, or was that a backpack? Who knows? What he carried in his little back pack was just food, herbs, and a book with a little bit of money inside. Fell always loved books, no clue why but he just loves the knowledge in the books. He found so many information in one book one time. It was the complete book of herbs, all of them, every single one with information about each one of them and where you could find them. He was just lucky to find the book at a random place and at a good price!
His tail just went down, really close to the ground but not quiet yet. Fell yawned and then stopped and looked up at a tree then tilt his head for a minute. He swore that he saw something, maybe a small chipmunk. The fox-demon climbed the tree and sat down on a branch. It was stable enough. He just got his backpack out and then looked inside. Fell grabbed a small apple and started to chew on it. It was full of emptiness.
[/color][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - --Credits- ► Layout by Fell. ► From Inuyasha: Part of the Whole V 2.0 ► Or in this case it's by me. ► Open
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Post by syeira on Jun 3, 2009 19:36:17 GMT -7
"That was most certainly not a chipmunk. That was my tail." Said a raspy, feline voice from above. Then, a couple mangoes and peaches dropped down onto Fell's lap. "Try them. They taste much better than your apple." Said the voice again. Suddenly, a silver tail swished right past his face, dangling there, then flicking him in the nose.
Simone was in a surprisingly good mood. Usually, she'd just run if anyone came within a few yards of her, but she sensed that this little demon meant no harm. Besides, she was quite satisfied with herself. She was clean, and had stolen quite a bit of food today, which made her belly full and her generous. Her scars weren't aching, like they usually did, and if it hadn't been for the fact that one arm was useless, she would have slid down and clung to the tree trunk and read the book on herbs after snatching it temporarily from its owner.
"So. The name's Simone." She mewled, flicking her two silver ears at him. But, then wary, she sulked, curling into a ball, her legs curled up into her chest, her long black and red cloak draped over her body, preventing herself from being seen. "Por favor... no míreme. I'm hideous." Her voice, suddenly sullen and sad, seemed small in comparison to her previous cheerfulness. Spanish/Italian GlossaryPor favor... no míreme -- Please... don't look at me. [/size] |
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Post by ►fe||◄ on Jun 3, 2009 20:09:32 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -You can always kill but you can't always bring someone back.
The fox-demon looked up as a voice came from above him. How couldn't he seen her? She was just above him and he was climbing up. Any-who. Fell felt a couple of fruit on his lap that seemed that they fell from the sky. The first thing that he saw was a couple of peaches. He used the tips of his claws to grabbed the stem of the peaches and then threw them off of the tree. Then he just nibbled on the mangoes to see if they were better than his apple. They are sorta, but he was going to finish his apple first. "Thank you for the mango's. I'm allergic to the peaches though-" He paused as a silver tail was flicking around his nose.
He looked up and turned his body around to face her when she introduced herself but covered herself with her legs and told him not to look at her. "OK then... I'm Fell," replied Fell. He thought that he might as well introduce himself also, so it's fair. "Why do you think you're hideous?" he asked. The fox-demon doesn't like judging people by what they look like anyways. It's un-fair and plus he doesn't even know what the feline looked like so he couldn't agree. He'll most likely disagree with the problem about her being hideous.
[/color][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - --Credits- ► Layout by Fell. ► From Inuyasha: Part of the Whole V 2.0 ► Or in this case it's by me. ► Open
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Post by syeira on Jun 3, 2009 20:19:35 GMT -7
She nodded in reply to his thanks. "De nada."
"I know your name, muchacho." She added, her thick Italian accent continuing to rasp quietly. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her arms, legs, torso and buried her face in her arms, her glossy black hair falling in ringlets around her. "Soy feo because of my scars. Everyone flinches if they see me." She replied, her voice quivering, as if she were pouting. She peered over her arms, letting her hair cover the left side of her face, her one lime green eye watching him steadily. Spanish/Italian GlossaryDe nada -- You're welcome Muchacho -- Boy Soy feo -- I'm ugly [/size] |
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Post by ►fe||◄ on Jun 3, 2009 20:51:53 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -You can always kill but you can't always bring someone back.
Fell tilted one of his orange ears when she said that she already knew him. Now that was strange. How did she knew him if he never seen her in his life. Ever! How the heck? The fox-demon was very confused about her knowing who he was. It was just one of those feelings that it felt like that she was stalking him for some reason or another. Maybe none. Plus how?
Fell got up on his legs, doing his best to keep his balance and grabbed hold of the branch above him. He got up on the branch. It's funny how this branch was more stable than the one that he was on. At least to him it was funny. "Soo... scars are scars it doesn't matter to me. I think I got a couple of them some places on my body but I don't fight a lot so that's most likely why," He replied and then looked at her lime green eye. "Your eye is pretty, is your other eye the same?" the fox-demon asked.
[/color][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - --Credits- ► Layout by Fell. ► From Inuyasha: Part of the Whole V 2.0 ► Or in this case it's by me. ► Open
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Post by syeira on Jun 4, 2009 15:33:18 GMT -7
Simone whimpered as he stated scars were scars, and when he asked if her left eye was as pretty as her right. Reluctantly, she dropped the cloak, letting it hang off the branch at her feet. She wore normal clothes; a tattered, faded, and torn kimono, that was once black, but was now a smokey grey. The sash holding it together was also ripped at the ends, and frayed with age. It used to be red, and was now a dull pink. But the kimono was nothing compared to the entire left half of her body. Limply hanging at her side was her disabled arm, the sleeve shredded so that the arm was very visible. The whole thing was a shade darker then her skin, and rough, rigged and with several different scars across it. It was ugly.
The whole left half of her body was just like this; marred by burns that still flared in memory. Her left eye -- or rather, left eye socket -- was always closed, and a long pinkish scar stretched from her temple to her cheek, over the eyebrow and eyelids.
"Soy feo," She repeated in a shrunken voice. She buried her face in her hands to hide it, and the tears that threatened to fall. Her eye watered, and she tried to blink away the salty heat that engulfed them. Her vision blurred, and her shoulders shook once as she let out a dry sob.
One must understand how scarred by time, not only experience, this mind was. She was half insane because of everyone's constant dislike of her, and she wasn't really anything anyways, aside from some stupid beggar that nobody liked, someone everyone thought was fun to tease and taunt. To think! She had once been beautiful, with loving family and a full belly and a sweet but defiant personality. Now, she was nothing, only a timid and anti-social beggar. The last time she'd eaten a delicacy was so long ago. She'd been like this for over a hundred years now, and time had taken its toll.
"Soy feo... Por favor... no míreme." She repeated, voice muffled because of her face being buried in her arms. She didn't ever want to be seen, so she wore this cloak, and kept herself hidden. To anyone who didn't look closely enough, she could've been some old woman with arthritis in her hip or knee or something. [/size] |
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