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an unorthodox greeting - Farrah - Sep 13 2015
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After meeting with stunning white doe, Farrah was on a mission to meet others now; this time going out of her way to get the attention of others! After all, that was her problem from last time; she never yelled out the first hello. Well not this time, this time the shiba will make sure EVERYONE will see her. Dashing down a tunnel until entering such a room full of green higher then even her; this was indeed a good place! There should be others in this place hiding among the plants, yes? "Hello hello . . . HELLOO!" Feet carried her to enormous fungi that grew higher then most of the plant life in this room and made the canine seem even smaller then she was. Closing her eyes, taking a few slow breaths, the bubbly young lady focused on making something to act as a beacon and glow brightly for others to see. Hopefully guide them to her, in which she could make friends. After all, who wouldn't want to be her friend?
The area around her would dim, but only ever so lightly; all in order to form a breathtaking ball of light. When Farrah opened her eyes a warm laughter filled the air. "Anybody out there? Just follow the bouncing ball of light!" Watching as the light 'bounced' in the area around and over the great mushroom, "It will guide you to me!" More laughter left her as she danced under the glowing light, both proud of herself for successfully making it work this time but knowing others would soon come to her.
Wouldn't it be a shame if they weren't as happy as she would want them to be? But if they were, she would bring them around! After all, nothing is better then laughter and love! So naive. The shiba continued her dance, even if no one would show, this was fun enough for her.
"speech"
Thinking
OOC: open to anyone who wishes to meet Farrah
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Delphine - Sep 13 2015
From the tunnels straight into the heart of Eridanus, Delphine could feel her heart swell with the rising tides of joy and anticipation. Her tendencies toward wandering often took her away from the verdant jungle for long periods of time but it also made her appreciate the room ever the more when she returned. Each and every step that brought her closer to the center was one that seemed to light with a bounce that soon turned into a heady run; a habit which she'd nurtured during her time of healing spent here. She knew the emerald sentries as well as she did her adoration for Meredith and Tillie, which was to say, she knew and significantly cared for the lush fields lain before her. Even as the light was usurped from their rightful place, there was no fear to claw its way into her heart. Not that it took any amount of effort when the action itself came with amicable shouts from just beyond the underbrush. Delphine burst forth, barely managing to stutter to a halt when her eyes settled on those of the golden dog. Her lips alighted into a soft smile and she tossed in her head in a kind greeting. "Hello, I am—" She halted mid-sentence, attention suddenly rapt with that of the dancing light source. The tunnels were lit with strings of light. Natural illumination painted their world in dazzling hues. This though, this was something different, almost sentient in its dance as it twirled around them. "How are you doing that?" Delphine inquired, unable to hide the fascination that bled through the upward inflection of her voice. |
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Feral - Sep 13 2015
The young dingo was still feral, and quite non-verbal, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun.
When she heard the sound of another voice calling, cheerful, and saw the dancing ball of light, her exuberance knew no bounds.
She came streaking through the ferns and moss, barking excitedly--nearly smacking into the legs of a large, black creature that burst forth from the other direction. Flinching and tumbling to a halt, the dingo scrambled back and away, her barking turning to alarm.
She quickly noticed the other canine, though--red, like her, with pointy ears, like her. She ran straight at her, amber eyes intense, running forward to sniff at her--then remembered the horse again and turned, tail tucking as she looked back at it.
Feral took up position near the strange dog, facing the horse--wondering if she and what she assumed would be her new friend would have to fight the big-black-thing.
She gave a brief, uncertain whine, which elevated into a yip, and then she stepped backward slowly, keeping distance between herself and the horse. But the shiba inu kept distracting her, and she found herself trying to sneak sniffs at the stranger, even as she backed away from Delphine.
((ooc -- @Farrah ? ))
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Farrah - Sep 13 2015
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Darted all over the place, dancing along side the orb of light that moved insync with her every step, the golden shiba was all joy and nothing less. On the many cycles that she was alone, she found with practice and determination, the young female could do many things with the light around her. As long as she felt strong inside, her gem would help her control it around her or even create a light within herself. Many times she found that she glowed naturally, as if her happiness and positiveness was leaking out of her small form. "Come and play with me!" She called out right before something, no someone, burst though the green plants and came to a halt before her. Their coat was shiny and black as a unlit tunnel, beautiful!
The orb, almost with it's own actions, hovered over the new comer. "You found me, such grand news!" They were fair taller then the dog, but she didn't care at all. They wished to know about the floating light? "How . . . well I've not positive how I can, just that if I think hard enough it happens." When she was about to continue, another had come forth from another direction. Another possible friend? yes? They were smaller, seeming to look more like the shiba but their tail wasn't curled and they stood taller.
Preparing to give an introduction to them both, the actions of the newest stranger confused Farrah some. "I'm glad both of you came to meet . . . me . . ." Head titled to the side a bit, "What ever is the matter? Are you afraid of them, why would you ever?" Laughing at the idea, no one was to fear if they come to play. Farrah reached out and put a paw on the dingo's head. "My name is Farrah, do ether of you have names?" Since she discovered not everyone did.
"speech"
Thinking
OOC: @Delphine @Feral
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Delphine - Sep 13 2015
The near-collision on the part of the second stranger nearly startled Delphine. Really, it was a miracle that she hadn't reared right then and there though she was more than willing to credit herself with the impassivity with which she addressed the situation. One that became perplexing far too soon. When her gaze met with that of the dingo's, her brows furrowed in confusion upon registering the fear coiled within tensed muscles and a tactless retreat that brought her straight into the throes of the one who had called to them. Was she truly so frightening? There were only a handful of times when anyone had backed away from the young mare as a result of fear but each time left a mark within her. She supposed much of it stemmed from the fact that Delphine truly bore no ill will toward anyone and to think that she was an object of anything but amicability was daunting, even to her. In a minute betrayal of the unrest in her heart, the adolescent's gaze dropped and her lips curled downward in a small frown. "I see... That's amazing!" Delphine, thankful for the kinder reception, glanced up with a hesitant smile and a kind tilt of her head. "I did not know that there were those who could control illumination, it's beautiful." Each passing word was an attempt to bury the earlier sentiment with which she started, hoping that perhaps she could bridge the misunderstanding between herself and the dingo if only she'd be given the chance. "Hello Farrah, my name is Delphine. I mean well..." She added shortly, her gaze flickering hesitantly toward the one who remained unnamed. "What's your name?" |
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Feral - Sep 13 2015
The dingo shrank back as the giant black thing spoke, cringing behind the other reddish dog--all the while surreptitiously taking scent. Feral clearly didn't speak, or maybe didn't know how; she laid her ears back loosely, tail slowly beginning to wag, as she sniffed more boldly along Farrah's side and back.
When the horse spoke toward her, she at first leapt backward, hesitating and nearly spinning to run away. But Delphine didn't seem hostile, so Feral instead slowly crept forward, the fur along her nape rising, so that she seemed to be creeping toward Delphine--tail still wagging--with all her hackles on end.
She wanted to sniff the horse, to go nose-to-nose, but she was taut as a bowstring, ready to spring away and shoot off into the bushes. Snuffling loudly, she tried to bridge the gap between them, but she was hesitant, afraid.
Her thoughts came without words--just impressions and emotions, and right now, she was afraid... and impressed.
((ooc -- @Farrah ))
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Farrah - Sep 13 2015
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She twirled around and around, until she stood behind the young dingo and pushed her forward. Closer to the young mare now, "Such a beautiful name, and you . . . speechless one. Delphine seems harmless, do not fear. I do not find a reason to fear her so nor should you." The orb of light that guided both of the gembounds to her would slowly fade as Farrah focused on the two of them now. "Funny enough, I've met many who can make things with light; what can you do?" Pausing and looking face to face with the dingo, her nose touching their own, ". . . and you, can you make or move things with your gem?" A sparkle was in her eye as she inched the other canine close so all three of them could be near each other.
At least, that is if the young canine would let her scoot her closer to the beautiful mare. Farrah wasn't one to understand personal boundaries when happiness was on the line. The black mare seemed sad, which WOULD NOT DO! Not if she could stand for it. Turning her focus back on her orb before it vanished completely, she tried to change its shape. With a few moments, the orb became a tiny horse and dingo, both playing with one another. "Doesn't that look like fun?"
"speech"
Thinking
OOC: words words words
@delphine
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Delphine - Sep 13 2015
Trepidation was strange but commonplace so far as Delphine was concerned. She would watch in silence as the dog pushed her more feral counterpart toward her; watch as the cautious creature surveyed her from afar before to bridge the gap if only so slightly. Not a word was mentioned of the compliment directed to her name but she did move as the pair straggled closer, her own spindly legs folding beneath her so that she was not towering over them as she imagined was perhaps part of the reason why she may perhaps have seemed daunting. For a brief moment, the young mare entertained the notion of the two meeting Baratheon and it brought a fleeting smile to her face, too quickly doused beneath the undercurrent of worry that the wilder of the pair would not accept her. Her emerald gaze shot upward from beneath long lashes, watching and waiting in fascination as the light-play morphed into a dingo and horse frolicking with one another. How strange her power was! She wished then that her own could be demonstrated without collateral damage and it was then that a thought dawned upon her. Though newly learned, Delphine could see no harm in attempting it now between the three of them. "The power of the earth lies within me." She responded eagerly before focusing her attention on the vast space between them. "Here, let me try..." POST-ROLL EDIT: She wished desperately that her heart would stop racing with anticipation but all was for naught when her brows furrowed and her attention centered on the place in which her powers spawned. Eager and fool-hardy, she rushed toward the familiar tug of energy that lived within her without realizing that there lay failure where her own impatience prevailed. Where there should very well have been new gems forming from the grounds, there was nothing but dirt. A soft sight flitted past her lips and she gazed toward the pair apologetically, "I'm sorry, it didn't work." |
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Feral - Sep 14 2015
The dingo wagged her tail briefly at the nose-touch, but then immediately dug in her heels so to speak--sitting down and leaning back--when the dog tried to nudge her forward.
She wanted nowhere near this huge black creature. It could kill her in a heartbeat, no doubt, the way she killed the rats and mice that were so much smaller than her. Then it was lying down, though, which was somewhat less threatening--and somehow, suddenly, magically, a shimmer of lights were dancing and playing. Fascinated, Feral stood and drew closer, legs stiffly tense, trying to nudge the lights--to no avail. They were like her, she saw: a dog, and another thing, something like the black horse.
She was torn between being quite alarmed, and rather amazed, but the others didn't seem concerned, so she just let out a couple of sharp barks and retreated quickly back behind Farrah.
Still, though, her interest showed, as she leaned out to continue sniffing wide-eyed toward the light images.
((ooc -- @Farrah ))
RE: an unorthodox greeting - Farrah - Sep 15 2015
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Still the light dingo and mare pranced, true joy and spirit were represented before all their eyes, but why wasn't the small canine seeing it just like her? Strange, the proper way to respond would have be to embrace with the beautiful Delphine and they all would frolic together through the greens of this room. That, that is the correct way. Yet, the sweet shiba's attention was stolen for a moment as the mare was about to show her the things that they could do. Earth? Yes, that is a strong and powerful thing to control, fitting for one who seemed like they would grow into a strong mare. Eager eyes watched the ground as they stated they would try and show.
But nothing happened. "Do not fret, probably wasn't meant to happen at this time! After all, all things happen in time." Just like friendships, they would happen in time and that was what both of these two needed. It was the only way. Eyes turned back to the young canine, who now was back behind her once again. Did they not like her light show? Oh, maybe they never saw someone play with lights before so it's just new to them?
"Do you like these? That one is suppose to be you . . " The light dingo broke away from the mare to run around the head of Feral now, maybe they would like it better if it was closer?
"speech"
Thinking
OOC: words words words
@delphine