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Post by AIDEN BRANT THADDEUS on Mar 25, 2010 20:44:59 GMT -5
DO I DARE SAY HOW I FEEL?
[/size][/font] Whistles and rattles filter through the air as silver locks of string sway among the cool breeze. The lands around him were a beautiful shade of emerald, and the rustling of the vegetation all around him cooled his senses, and thus he sat down among the long strands of grass. He sat back, his arms supporting his upper side so he doesn’t fall backwards, and his legs stretched out in front of him. He didn’t mind about what wore, this was his moment for leisure. Then, he swung his head backwards revealing ruby crimson audits. A small curl of his mouth slithered athwart his expressions, finally at tranquility with the day.
Just then he heard the flapping and rustling of a bird’s wing, which caused him to place his head upwards again. Just in front of him, the rat with wings landed on a hierarchy not too far away from him. Trying to make himself look clever, he held one hand up curling his ring, middle, and pinky fingers towards his palm and kept his pointer and thumb up making a gun shape.
“Run, run from the life you have always wanted. Run from the things you love, but hate at the worst of times.’’ Sighing, he jerked his hand upward and made a gunshot resonance with his mouth.
Watching the bird flutter away, a sneer smeared across his mug before completely falling onto his back, eventually closing his eyes. His heart beat was like a bold lullaby, never stopping. He was once told that his heart beat was like a never ending war song, the tension never stops until the final moment, where it is complete silence. Nothing more than the pitiful cries of hopelessness and the sound of complete death was the only thing left.[/size] NO, I WILL NOT, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY TIME.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Robyn Angelique on Mar 26, 2010 9:28:38 GMT -5
But princess, I believe we should follow mother...
No lion, I'm not my mother. [/i] A gun shot. Her head turned to where he was pointing at and saw a bird fly away. Deep in her, angst built up for watching some insignificant event that would not do her any good. It is so insignificant that she looked back at the male with such an irritable face. Suddenly, a burst of realization came to her. Her mind told her that it was her own fault and that she shouldn't have watched if it deemed so insignificant. Relaxing her facial expression into a more indifferent look, she stared at the man with seemingly taunting eyes. Deep inside, she felt some interest with this odd boy. [/ul][/size]
credits:
Lion image by: crystaldragon.deviantart.com/
Hetalia fan art taken from google.com.
ooc;
Sorry, I haven't RPed in a long time. D; This clearly made no sense and I feel that I have wasted your time. D;
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Post by AIDEN BRANT THADDEUS on Mar 26, 2010 20:54:38 GMT -5
SO, IM NEVER GONNA WALK AGAIN?
[/size][/color] The thumping clamor of shoes upon the concrete not too far away caused Aiden to quickly sit up and turn his head. The silver locks attached to his cranium dangled in front of his face until he cocked his head to the side, forcing them to slide down to the other side. He spotted a young female, about around his age with striking emerald eyes that blended with their surroundings. The world seemed to stop for a diminutive moment, he hadn’t had encountered another person in a fair amount of time. He didn’t know how to retort. Give her a weird glare... or be a gentleman and greet her formally?
Or… a modest bit of both.
Cleverly, he got up like a drunken man would; wobbly and off balance. He at first looked down at the ground, and walked towards her, still wobbly. Beginning to purr a beat from his music sachet at home, he looked up, swinging his head back slightly with a gentleman like smile across his mug while his eyes had a gentle tone set to them. He finally pulled himself together, and sauntered appropriately over to where the lady was. Even though she was quite shorter than him, he didn’t look down on her. He knelt down, bowing his head slightly.
“I don’t know how to do this, but. It’s nice to see a person around here for once. This is possibly the only place I can relax. I’m glad someone else found it.”[/color] His audits wandered upwards to look up at the lady, but his head didn’t budge. He began to reach for her hand, so he could stroke it to let her know that she wasn’t any type of threat. But, possibly he was going too far, “thy name is Aiden. Aiden Brant Thaddeus. Can I ask what your name is, madam?” [/color] He didn’t know what to do from there on. She was different, perhaps her uncanny way of stance, or just her way of being in general.[/size][/font] OF COURSE NOT, ILL DANCE LIKE I NEVER HAVE BEFORE.[/size][/color] OOC;Dont worry about it hun, I like the way you post. ;D [/blockquote] |
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Post by Robyn Angelique on Mar 27, 2010 0:03:24 GMT -5
Princess, we should not wander into such unknown territory.
I go where I want, when it pleases me. I'm not as savage as you are. [/i]She rambled to herself as she noticed the pathetic posture of the man before her. She wanted to fix his ill mannered carriage, but it was not within her grasps. In the back of her mind, she thought that his parents must have been so lenient that they have forgotten how to train their child simple bearing of respect. She saw him kneel before her; she looked at him, interlocking her eyes with his. For regular women, his speech and elegant frame would be more than enough to make up for his lack of proper stance. To her, his words seemed like those flowery essences men had when they opened their shallow orifice. Sadly, men always made their speeches bloom. It was not new to her. He was clearly not a threat; even if he was, she had a lion, wherever he may be, that is big enough to strangle anyone who had alternative motives. His hand stroking hers, she motioned hers away. She didn’t want anyone to touch her and this time it’s not her disorder talking. It just didn’t appeal to her; all that softness. Can he ask my name? “If you have the means to, I believe you can ask a simple question such as what petty title I go by as.” She said as if telling him that he didn’t have the power to raise such motion. Maybe it was wrong wording? Well, if he couldn’t use the right phrases, the more he wouldn’t be able to get her name. Then again; “My name is Robyn. I could have sworn that lion was behind me, but if you do see him, his name is Alexandre to you.” She had that monotonous face with such finicky tone. Truly an ill born royalty could only have such pride. She didn’t even care if this man in front of her was of status. All she cared about was her own being. A lion emerged in a distance behind her. His golden fur shone as wheat under the afternoon sun. Majestic and soft he was; a marvelous sight indeed. [/ul][/size] |
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Post by AIDEN BRANT THADDEUS on Mar 31, 2010 0:55:03 GMT -5
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DON’T TEASE ME.
[/size] Getting up from his aching knees, his head fell downwards again. Inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with untainted filtered air. He exhaled, making a rattling racket with his throat just for a theatrical sigh. Taking his pointer finger, he brushed a few strands of silvery gray hair out of his sight of the great Feline. He was a great sight; he looked bold, courageous, and wise. Now only if his daemon was something similar… he might be able to compare. Just as the wind picked up a few beats faster, the rustling of the trees brought a new presence around them.
A large colorless, pale figure stood in the darkness of the shrubs. It was a four legged creature, and the exquisiteness of the being almost seemed to ridicule the presence of Aiden. The creature slowly made its way over to the two humans. The great paws of the feline seemed to cup and hold the earth underneath of her, like majesty on a red throne. Her body seemed to flow through the lengthy pasture around her, ogles focused on one thing. Aiden. Her tail behind her curled as she crouched down into the vegetation, abruptly, the white figure rose above the undergrowth and into the heavens She exposed pale brown stripes as she landed beside her master.
With a disgusted grunt, Aiden took off his glove and patted the feline among her large cranium, “Yeah. This nuisance is… well, her name will be reserved. She doesn’t like it to be wasted or worn out…” Moving his hand to her back, he leaned on her faintly.
“Get off of me… what a true annoyance you are. You should be fortunate that I even showed up to guard you. I just felt that it was neat that I get to see another feline.”[/color] With a slight rattle of her throat, she let air hiss through her nostrils. The large feline moved out from under Aiden, causing him to lose his poise, “Oh and you should learn how to stand appropriately for the ladies. They don’t like improper men. Am I right… did you say, Robyn?”[/color] The feline then took a route around the newcomers, examining their every muscle. She then determined that they weren’t of any hazard to Aiden, and comfortably sprawled out beside him.[/size][/font] I MIGHT GET YOU BACK, AND BITE YOU IN THE BUTT.
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