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- Flick - 01-01-2008 [html] Flick wasn't sure if it was just because she'd come to all the right (or wrong) places, but this was the second strange forest she'd come across. The trees creaked and croaked everytime the wind blew even the tiniest amount, and she nearly feared that some of them would come crashing down on top of her. They were old, those trees, and she wondered just how old they were. Had they been around from the beginning of the earth? Flick doubted that, but she figured it couldn't be too far from the truth. She'd come across an old burnt cabin, and was now poking through things, wondering just what had happened here. It had clearly been somebody's home at one time, but she could only guess who. Her mother and father had been the only others she'd ever really lived with, and that was almost a year ago that she'd left them to themselves. It wasn't because she hated them or they'd hated her—it had simply been her time to go out in the world and make it on her own. There she crouched, sifting through and picking at the remains of the cabin that had once been somebody's home. - Jasper de le Poer - 01-01-2008 [html]
- Flick - 01-01-2008 [html] Something flew in the door and hit the ground, and Flick's first thought was that a bird had crash-landed. A cardinal, no less, by the color she spotted out of the corner of her eye. However, once her eyes focused on the bright red disc, she realized it wasn't a bird at all. To be quite frank, she had no idea what it was. Just as she was about to inspect it, though, somebody came rushing through the door. She froze instantly, wondering if perhaps the disc was a weapon and she'd just been attacked. However, the words that the male spoke weren't filled with hate or rage, so she let herself relax. But what was she supposed to say to that? She was obviously here, and he knew that (or at least he did now). Is that yours?she asked, pointing to the flat piece of... whatever it was. She was pretty sure she'd never seen anything like that. And just how did it fly? She didn't see any wings, so maybe it was magic. Her father and mother had told her that magic wasn't real, but what else could make something so lifeless fly? - Jasper de le Poer - 01-01-2008 [html]
- Flick - 01-01-2008 [html] Frisbee? She'd never heard of such a thing. She didn't notice his frown (or even the way he wasn't immediately conversational). Flick was rather quiet herself, often choosing few words over many and not saying anything that didn't have to be said. There wasn't any real reason for that, either. She'd had a normal, happy childhood with love from both of her parents. Perhaps being an only child had something to do with her lack of social tendencies. Nobody had ever berated her for being quiet, so she had never seen any reason to change her ways. Some felt uncomfortable, but she'd taken that as a sign they were uncomfortable with her duo-bloodlines more than anything else. I just found this place a little bit ago,she replied. She considered asking him who used to live here, but decided against it. The place looked long-deserted, and he couldn't have been older than she was. Instead, she turned her attention to the brightly colored frisbee. How does it work?she asked, again looking at the strange thing. She'd never seen anything like it, and had been fascinated by it from the moment it flew in the door and hit the ground. Although she hoped it really was magic, she still couldn't shake her parents' words that magic didn't exist. - Jasper de le Poer - 01-01-2008 [html]
- Flick - 01-01-2008 [html] She listened closely as he explained the frisbee, noting the way he seemed to be wary to talk about it. Her eyes lingered over him for a bit longer, noting how he wasn't quite as tall as some of the other wolves she'd met and the slightly odd markings he had. The midnight black tuft of fur that hung over one of his eyes was something she'd seen before, but he pulled off that particular look quite well. As for herself, she kept her hair shorter than most other females, going for something that was easy to take care of. Occasionally she'd whip it up into a fauxhawk, but that was only when she was feeling rather feisty. Could you?she asked. She had always been curious as to how things worked, and perhaps this would prove that magic did or didn't exist. He said somehow the wind caught it, but that didn't quite make sense to her. The wind didn't have hands, though it did push her from time to time. Perhaps the wind's hands were just invisible. But then, wasn't that magic? Maybe her parents had just meant that you couldn't make thing suddenly appear out of nowhere or read peoples' minds. - Jasper de le Poer - 01-02-2008 [html]
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