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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 14:47:54 GMT -6
"You do?" He grinned, baring his rows of jagged teeth, for a Possum, he prided himself on appearance. Being not only an Opossum Kinto, but a Pirate he took great care in his appearance. Hoping to dispel society's ill-favored image of his kind. Though he had icy eyes outlined in black, and a strangely long snout with razor sharp teeth, his smile captured the better part of his personality, so he shared it with as many as POSSible. Not to mention his Bardic Charm. "I'm glad you like it, I have many more, and Songs. Unfortunately this land hasn't done much for my inspiration. -Sorry, I'm not from here, Are you?" He bit his tongue and hoped he hadn't insulted the Lady's homeland. But it WAS rather atrocious.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Nov 4, 2013 19:49:41 GMT -6
"I'm from a place quite far away from here." She spoke quietly and looked away, as Guile's face came to mind again. As it always did. the man dressed in browns in blues before her was kind, intelligent, and good company. It made her wish she could befriend the warm-hearted bard. But every time she looked back to him, it hurt. He reminded her of the Jackal kinto she had once met, those long years ago t the edge of the town square. "Magrathea..." Her voice was a near whisper. "It's no longer my home thoguh. I only travel now." '...alone'
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 20:08:09 GMT -6
The Possum's face slid into an expression with alot less charm. He felt a wave of sympathy wash over him and he wanted to turn and run from the Girl, from the conversation. he suddenly had no interest in Wildgard, He missed the Sea. 'Now I've done it.' He thought, seeing the despair on her face. "Magrathea? I think I've heard of it. Many tales of the Old ways stray from there and find ways to the pages of Many-a-book. and settle around Campfires from all over." He nodded, silently hoping he hadn't brought up the sore subject and ruined her good nap. His Bardic soul stood and rose within him and he caught on to an Idea. "So, You're on an Adventure. You're from far off, over the hills? Stories of Magrathea always involve the Hills. I try no to wander that far inland, Being a Pirate." His voice picked up quite a few notches, he sounded merry in an instant, his voice was clear and crisp, full of confidence and wonder. "We have our own hills, though they move at incredible speeds on the wind, changing shapes and sizes, spilling in and out of our ships. They Dance. " He spun around and struck a dancing pose. His overly enthusiastic tail doing a bit of a twirl and bow. "You're a traveler Just like I am. So You must have Tales to tell. Do tell!" The Possum Bard grinned miraculously, his pearly white teeth absent of the intimidation, threat and maliciousness the world foretold of his kind.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Nov 4, 2013 20:38:11 GMT -6
She was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Images, voices, music, they all drifted through her mind, and her heart seemed to skip a few beats. She missed the past. he missed the old stories; the ones Guile and her would tell together, and the ones they lived. She wished she could go back to Magrathea, and just be happy, with Guile at her side once more. And every time she thought about it, the pain went directly through the center of her chest. Sometimes, it was even hard to breathe... "If I did, there wouldn't be any happy ones to tell you about my travels. Even the tales of my homeland, they're not... I just... I don't tell stories anymore because of that." Aalis lowered her head, letting her hair partially hide her face. In a whisper, she added, "After all, so many of the few stories I have are from the land that I last saw with blood painting its hills..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 23:05:33 GMT -6
The Possum's smile faded yet again. 'Well, this sure is a losing battle, What could have happened to her to... put such a sorrow in her face?' He took a deep breath and sighed. "Well, Perhaps your stories aren't so grand, but everyone has a story to tell. whether it's Sweet, or Bittersweet. I'd be interested in hearing it. you know. What are Bards for?Someone's got to carry the Tale." He thought hard of her last few words before he continued to speak. "Sounds like you've had it rough Mi'lady. I can understand why you've come to the Bardshrine here... I'm glad i've had the pleasure to meet you." He bowed elegantly for a bipedal Pirate Possum.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Nov 12, 2013 22:01:27 GMT -6
As the bard pressed her further, it felt as though the past itself was going to crush her. She smiled sadly, "Stories aren't good if they don't have an end, though... My time in Magrathea unraveled in a way that leaves the tale incomplete. I'm still searching for the answers myself." Aalis had managed to shrug off enough of her negative demeanor in order to reel her words into more cryptic verses. She admired this bard in honesty, and it really would be nice to talk it out with someone. After all, it had been three whole years, and not a single soul she'd met knew the full story... The thought was almost as lonely as her travels themselves.
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