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Post by izzy1 on Jul 29, 2011 16:32:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] His eyes were patient, and he stopped to wait as she thought. Or read the stars. Honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised if she had. She seemed like the person who would be able to read the answers in the stars, if there were any to be found there. A soft smile came onto his face at the thought, but left soon enough, waiting for her to think. Her answer, once it came, made him jump slightly, unused to her louder voice. She quieted down though, and his eyes returned to their patient expression. Over seven hundred... She was old indeed. Older than him by about six centuries. That was a considerable stretch of time, by any account. She didn't seem to be cognizant of that, however. He wondered what had made her so...childish. Not everyone could survive with such a mindset.
Or was there something else about her... He looked at her for a moment, as they made their way out of the district. She was different, really, from anyone else he'd met. That made her almost unique. In a good way, he supposed. Her difference made her somehow easier to talk to. He couldn't really explain why. Something about the way she talked was oddly comforting in it's unfamiliarity. that made no sense, but it seemed to work. Even someone as strange as her could be easy to talk to, if one knew what to do, and Mik knew a lot. What he didn't know, and was almost trying to find out, was what had made her so...childish. She was...almost innocent in her frivolity, and it made him smile when he looked at her. He looked around as they stopped, finding the buildings had faded away into a more...natural area. He knew it, but not as well as some places.
When she spoke again, his head turned to her, eyes curious. Then he looked around, trying to spot life in the trees. Nothing moved. Oddly silent and still, for the breeze was not out. Still, it was a refreshing night, a cool air, replacing the heat of the human day. He bent his legs and stretched out beside her, lying down in the grass and looking up at the stars. For a while, he lay silently, simply enjoying the quiet. "Have you ever tried to count the stars, Naz?" He asked quietly, his voice distant. "I tried once, when I was younger. I was at two hundred and forty seven before I realized I didn't know which ones I'd counted already... But that was then..."
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Notes: She's still cute *patpat*
Muse: Still there, somehow
Other Ramblings: We'll See... |
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Post by naz on Jul 29, 2011 22:29:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #974c4e; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] was something about that place emotions have an echo does that make me crazy
♠ WORDS: 515 ♠ TAGS Mikael ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Gnarls Barkley Naz turned her head away from the box of mice to look at her companion and cocked it slightly to the side, smile neutral and attentative as he asked his question. Slowly she blinked and then followed his gaze up to the tar-black sky and the little white dots that speckled it. Out here in the little park it was a little easier to see them all, but it wasn’t anything close to the sky in Greenland.
For a second she felt a little homesick. However, she got over it seconds later when she remembered Mikael was talking to her.
“Count the stars?” she repeated, cocking her head to the side and running her fingers gently over the surface of the box. “No, I can’t say that I have. . . . It would be like. . . counting the grains of sand on the beach. . . . They’re dying, being born, and moving all the time. . . like humans. . . and our kind. . . and others. . . . Who would want to put a number to such a phenomena? Though that is the nature of humans. . . .”
Slowly Naz turned her head away from the sky and looked instead at Mikeal once more, her smile replaced by a flaccid look of neutral interest. “Were you born a vampire?” she asked flatly, the dreaminess of her tone missing.
The flutter of wings and small hoot snapped Naz out of it and she stood up, expression happy and excited as her body practically trembled with happiness. “Side Dish!” she called softly, her voice still above a whisper. The call was met with another gentle hoot and Naz turned to Mikael again as she popped open the box without looking at it. Almost immediately a little mouse nose popped out, testing the air. Another little mouse nose poked out of the one air holes in the side. “We can feed them now!”
Even though she said "them" there was really only one.
Sticking her hand in the box, Naz pulled out of the mice by its tail and she kneeled down to set it on the ground. It sniffed around a little bit, then took off running in one direction. Suddenly, there was a flash of diluted orange as a barn owl swooped from its perch. The tiniest of squeaks could be heard as Side Dish dug his claws into the little rodent’s body, and then he returned to his tree to devour his kill.
Naz watched with a wide smile, bouncing her weight from one foot to the other. It wasn’t the death of the mouse that she found so fascinating, no, it was the grace and form of the little bird she had made friends with. Or at least liked to tell herself she was friends with.
This was her favorite time of the night.
Naz turned to Mik, positively glowing with happiness, and shut the box again. “We need to give him a couple minutes to eat it. . . Then you can feed him the next one!” she offered, holding the box out to him. ♠ NOTES X3 another longer one, yay. |
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 29, 2011 23:10:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] He frowned, his eyes drawn unconsciously to her movement, then back to the sky, watching the stars. Back then, he had been young. Now, he knew the stars. He knew their names, the names of the constellations. Of course, he disagreed with a few of the names, but that was besides the point. His favorite of all of them, as always, was the pleiades, the seven sisters. The story behind the constellation was just so easy to listen to, or so easy to tell. It flowed from the tongue like a stream, no matter what language it was spoken in. Of course, the best language to tell it in was the original tongue. Of course, not many people spoke archaic greek anymore, nor read it. Mik, true to his nature, could do both, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Naz might be able to understand him if he started speaking it.
His eyes flicked over to her again as she spoke. It was true, counting the stars was impossible for anyone. If one took a picture, he could count the stars in the picture, but there was no way to count the stars in the sky, because they were always moving. Always changing. Wisps of cloud obscured them occasionally, but the clouds shifted too, covering different stars at different moments of time. The earth spun on its axis. No, the night sky was never the same. Back then, though, it had simply been a game.
His head turned to her, eyes soft and full of memories. "Human... I suppose so. If anything is human, it is spending time on a task without an end." He smiled at her, almost sadly. "But I was a child then... Six years old. I couldn't care less what was human and what wasn't. I was only interested in myself. Back then, it was a game, seeing how many I could get." His eyes met hers as she asked the question, and he grinned slightly, turning back to the sky after a few moments. "Me?... Always a vampire. Never been anything else... Couldn't image being anything else, either."
He fell back into silence, until he heard the soft rustle of wings, as well as the soft hoot. Motionless, he lay on the ground, watching Naz. The mouse was happy to be let out of the box, curious about its new surroundings. He didn't see the dark shape dropping towards him. A human wouldn't have seen the owl coming down, but Mik and Naz could see it. They were, after all, creatures of the night, like the owl. The mouse never knew what hit it. Mal's eyes watched, interested as the barn owl rose to the next tree to enjoy its meal. So she did actually feed owls, or one, at least. That was different too...
He sat up, taking the box from her hands, balancing it precariously on a finger for a moment before setting it in his lap. "I'll keep that in mind..." He looked at her, then smiled, one hand resting on the lid of the box. "Any other questions for me? Or is it my turn again... Oh right, you asked about me being a vampire, so It's my turn, isn't it..." He grinned, and a pensive expression rose onto his face. "Oh! What are the best and worst things that have happened to you? You can do only the best, if you want...it's a bit of a personal question..."
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Notes: <<;; He's beginning to emulate her...god help us.
Muse: Still there, somehow
Other Ramblings: We'll See... |
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Post by naz on Jul 29, 2011 23:44:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #974c4e; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] was something about that place emotions have an echo does that make me crazy
♠ WORDS: 344 ♠ TAGS Mikael ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Gnarls Barkley The elder vampire’s expression turned to a mute fear as she watched Mikael balance the box on his finger. Instinctively she lifted her hands to either side of the box, eyes stuck to it as it wobbled slightly from the mice shifting around inside it, her mouth slightly open and brows knit together. She hardly even heard Mikael speaking until the box was resting safely in the man’s lap.
Naz sighed with relief and slowly sat down with Mikael, seeing no reason to stand if her companion wasn’t going to, her eyes flitting back and forth between the box of mice and the owl nipping at his trophy.
“Turn. . . ?” she trailed quietly, cocking her head slightly to the side. Had they been taking turns asking questions?
Was it a game, maybe? It didn’t feel like a game. . . .
He asked her about her experiences and she cocked her head to the side, blinking at him curiously. “Why would I have trouble telling you. . . they are of the past. . . and should not be dwelled on too harshly. . . . I don’t know if I have either. . . ever experience is the same in the end. . . . I suppose I was saddest when Edvard passed. . . he was a good friend. . . but he was human, his death inevitable. . . . Nothing that I shouldn’t have expected. . . . I don’t know about the happiest. . . . I don’t remember much. . . it passes by so quickly. . . . I am eternity. . . why should I remember the past when I have the future. . . ?” she rambled, head slowly tilting back up to look at the sky.
A hoot sounded behind her and Naz slowly turned her body toward the tree where Side Dish perched and she smiled, then turned back to Mikael. “You can feed him now, Mi-ka-el,” she sighed, her smile warm. It was the first time she’d ever been able to share this with someone. ♠ NOTES XD nice. It can be contagious, huh? Sorry this one's kinda short. |
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 30, 2011 8:56:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] His eyes didn't come back to hers, resting on the black sky above. There was a distant look in them, as if what he saw before him wasn't actually there. His ears were still listening, however, and they followed her rambling speech easily. She had been saddest when a friend passed away? She might not have had any parents then, but that was beyond his ability to guess. It brought him no closer to knowing the truth of her mentality. She was an open book, when it came to her emotions, but the truth behind those emotions was still hidden from him. The reason behind her rambling speech, her childlike nature... He didn't have to know it, of course, but now he was curious, and his curiosity was a powerful thing indeed. With a sigh, his eyes slowly faded back into their normal color, as his mind came back to the present, the stars above him once more shimmering in his vision.
Was that truly how she thought of the past? His eyes turned to her momentarily, meeting hers before glancing away. That was a...difficult way for him to see it. The future was malleable, but the past was set in stone. For Mik, his past had always been how he defined himself. Even after a century of life, he could remember the details of his youth. What he had done had made him who he was. There was no escaping that. He supposed she had some point, though. It was because the future was malleable that things could be changed. In time, he could become someone completely different, a renegade, or a tyrant. With the amount of time he had stretched out before him, the choices could be limitless. His mouth tightened slightly. Time was eternal. They were not. Everything had an end except for time. Eventually, the world would be too inhospitable to harbor life any more, and if technology had not progressed at that time far enough to escape, then all species that inhabited the planet were fated to die. That wasn't eternity. That was simply a very long time.
Slowly, he rose when she spoke, one of the mice from the box already in his hand, poking its head out from between his fingers. Its beady eyes were looking around, searching for something, and when he set it down and stepped away, it darted off through the grass. It wasn't fast enough, though. As the owl floated off with its second treat, he sat again next to Naz, slightly closer this time. "Naz..." He began quietly, then paused, his eyes nervous and dark. "How many friends do you have?" His voice had fallen, soft and gentle, floating in the air for a few moments before it settled.
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Notes: ^w^
Muse: Still there, somehow
Other Ramblings: We'll See... |
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Post by naz on Jul 31, 2011 18:44:56 GMT -5
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♠ WORDS: 464 ♠ TAGS Mikael ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Gnarls Barkley Naz watched happily as her little owl friend got one more meal. She admittedly didn’t know how much an owl could eat, but she knew mice might be scarce, so she could only imagine that he liked getting three mice a night. “I wonder if one day he’ll have a nest feed. . . ,” she thought absent-mindedly, imagining cute little Side Dish babies hopping around and peeping quietly for their food. . . .
She cocked her head to the side and looked at Mikael as he asked her how many friends she had. Naz didn’t look put off by the question, and merely stared at the stars again, as if the answers were in there. “I suppose. . . that depends on your definition of friend. . . ,” she whispered dreamily, leaning back so far that she actually fell, lying on her back as she stared up at the heavenly bodies. “I talk to everyone. . . they don’t always talk back. . . I have a few contacts all over the world that I like to talk to. . . they don’t always want to talk about the things I want to talk about though so I don’t know. . . .”
Naz turned her head to look at Mikael. “I guess only a few,” she responded with a soft smile, lifting a hand toward the sky and spreading her fingers out to look at the stars between her fingers, her head cocked to the side and pale-blonde hair fanned out underneath her head.
Grinning, she stood up and held the box with the last mouse against her chest for a second. “You get to feed a hungry owl. . . it’s an honor. . . ,” she whispered to the little critter before pulling it out, the little thing dangling by its tail and wiggling around. It bent itself in half and grabbed onto it’s tail, using it like a rope to climb up to Naz’s hand.
It bit her, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Side Dish. . . I have one more. . . ,” she called softly. However, with the volume of her voice it was hard to tell if anyone could even hear her, let alone the owl. She held her hand up just above her head and at arm’s length, the mouse scrambling around for freedom. A second later, she tossed her hand up and released the mouse. It scrabbled at her hand, but got tossed into the air nonetheless. Out from the shadows the owl swooped, snatching the mouse right out of the air before returning to the tree to eat.
Naz smiled and let her hand down by her side before turning to Mikael. “What would you like to do now?” she asked, head cocked to the side. ♠ NOTES XD nice. It can be contagious, huh? Sorry this one's kinda short. |
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 31, 2011 19:33:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] Mik's eyes remained locked on the heavens, returning to their distant expression, their vapid stare, empty and featureless. He seemed to see nothing, yet something else at the same time. His eyes, after all, weren't looking at the present. They gazed at the past. His wasn't a long past, especially compared to the woman besides him. It didn't matter. He wasn't interested in his own past. The history of the world flashed through his eyes, all of the possibilities. Of course, many of the facts were filled in by his imagination, as the truth had long since faded from knowledge. Before his eyes, the stars changed, whirling into different places, constantly moving. Civilizations rose and fell in the time it took for him to inhale, and were built again by the time his breath left his lungs. All of his knowledge wrapped itself into his mind, working its way through him. The immortals of the world, once unknown and hidden, were discovered. The humans dominated the less populated species. They imposed rules, formed groups to hunt them. Peace was found, if a tentative one. He was born, he grew up, he found his place in the world.
Then he blinked, and the vision before him evaporated, leaving him with nothing but a night sky again. With a sigh, he took a deep breath, letting himself be dragged slowly back into the present. Then he cast his conscious mind back, letting himself hear what Naz had said, his eyes motionless and dark. Seven hundred years, and only a few friends. It was curious, really. Then again, everyone had their own definition of the word 'friend'. He himself counted very few people on that list. They were also people like him. Like minded scholars, who sought endlessly for further knowledge and learning. Needless to say, it was rare that he bumped into them, but they all had their ways to contact each other. "A few..." He said softly, his mouth the only part of his body that moved. "I suppose it's the same for me."
He watched her rise and take the box again. Slowly, he rose as well, brushing himself off almost absentmindedly, mind still lost in thought. He was silent as he stood there, watching her talk to the mouse, then to the owl, though even he couldn't really understand what she said, but he could see her mouth moving. Normally, he could have read her lips. He'd picked that trick up during a stint in amsterdam. As it was, he didn't bother. The words weren't directed to him. His eyes followed the owl down in its silent arc until it snatched the mouse in midair. With a soft smile, he turned to Naz, in time to hear her question.
For a moment, he stood there, considering. It wasn't really as if he had any preferences. His was a largely inconsistent life. No night was ever really the same. Sometimes he simply stayed at home, and others, he could be found walking the city, keeping tabs on the locals. It all depended on what he felt like doing, but none of those things were very interesting to do with someone. They were silent, boring tasks. "I don't know..." He said softly, his hand rising to hers, where he inspected the bite the mouse had left. With his other hand, he pulled a small cloth out of his back pocket, bringing it to her hand and wiping the blood away. "If I hadn't run into you, I probably would have wound up wandering aimlessly until dawn..."
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Notes: ;P mhm, don't worry about length. I don't care, and I'm not the most outspoken writer, either <<;;
Muse: Still going
Other Ramblings: We'll See... |
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Post by naz on Aug 5, 2011 14:07:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border: 1px dotted #ffffff; background-color: #974c4e; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] was something about that place emotions have an echo does that make me crazy
♠ WORDS: 312 ♠ TAGS Mikael ♠ TEMPLATE by crayola ♠ LYRICS by Gnarls Barkley Naz tilted her head in thought. Well then if he didn’t know what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go, she supposed that she would have to come up with something! The vampire didn’t really know when the sun was supposed to come up, and she had no watch or. . . sense of time anyway. When the sky started to get lighter she started heading to her home.
“Well. . . I have no plans after feeding the owls. . . ,” she said thoughtfully, brushing her fingers against her lips in thought. “I suppose it has been a few days since I last fed. . . though I can’t very well feed freely like I used to. . . so sad that the hunters are no longer allowed to hunt. . . it’s like telling a lion that it can only eat deer that are selected by water buffalo. . . . But I suppose whatever makes the water buffalo feel better. . . .”
She trailed off and stared at a tree.
“Safer. . . in a world that they’re. . . not safe in. . . no matter what they do,” Naz continued after a moment or two when her train of thought was brought back on track. “What do they do about the tigers? The cheetahs? Hyenas? They cannot. . . regulate. . . everything. . . .”
Her head tilted and she looked over at Mikael again, her thoughtful expression replaced with a soft smile that went along with her soft voice. “Or would you prefer merely escorting me home, mister lion?” she asked with another tilt of her head. “I do not know. . . all of the good places. . . to find legal prey. . . I can go another week without feeding in any case. . . .”
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