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noodle - White - Nov 18 2015
A pink tongue grazed over her white muzzle. In her rather short life, she had spent a majority of it on her back, wings spread out across the cave floor and canine paws on her chest, watching the lights of Polaris. She found that although the lights had hurt her eyes and made her dizzy before, she found them soft and comforting to watch now.
She breathed in and she breathed out. She felt content, half-closing her eyes as she began to drift into a short, short nap, her talons gently nudging the remains of the broken chrysalis she broke out of not too long ago.
@Fisher
RE: noodle - Fisher - Nov 18 2015
Fisher's paws were heavy as he stepped back into Polaris, his body weighed down with his new metal shell. It would take some getting used to, the thick ridges that lined his back and guarded his gemstone, but as blue light spread around his feet he felt a sense of pride. He and the Spire were practically kin now-- he could not wait to show Black, to see just what his best friend had to say about the armor.
Yet his footsteps led him to only the broken remains of a stone that Black had been guarding... And a curiously beautiful dog with long, elegant wings tucked at her side. She looked like a guardian angel, sleeping in the nest of shattered shell around her. For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if it was a trick... Or if Black had somehow found a gembound egg and that was what he had been guarding this whole time.
.. The creature, despite being starkly white and having wings, did look a bit like the big black dog.
So much so, that he woofed out a polite, "Hello there, little White Barkfriend..."
RE: noodle - White - Nov 18 2015
She was already excited upon hearing her own name, but another word made her even more excited. Friend. She leapt to her feet, barking wildly, eyes wide. Despite her size, she began bouncing around Fisher without a care in the world.
The noodle in question wasn't what she was expecting most things to look like (though the only other living thing she had seen so far was Black). It was covered in a strange, cold and hard-looking shell, which reminded her of the shattered pieces of gem lying around close by. She barked a few times again. "Hi! Hi! You said friend! We're friends now?!"
Her dog-faced pushed forward, flattening against Fisher's chest - regardless of armour. "How did you guess my name?!" She continued on. "Oh! Can I guess your name?! Is it Shelly? Rocky? Fang?" The tiny white hybird could barely keep still as, seconds after planting her face into Fisher, she began bouncing again.
Eventually though, she sat down, tongue lolling out as she waited, wide-eyed, for Fisher to continue talking.
RE: noodle - Fisher - Nov 18 2015
Fisher was surprised by how loud and happy the white dog-bird was. She jolted awake and began to bounce all around him-- if he didn't know better, he would have mistaken her for his own kin, she was so wriggly and excitable. He lifted a paw and put it around the tiny fluff angel, blinking as she tried to guess his name.
"Close," he woofed, a smile breaking across his toothy muzzle, "I'm Fisher." From what she had said, he gathered that her name was White, and immediately decided that White had to be Black's daughter... Somehow. Whoever's stone he took, she must have been white and feathery, like some kind of dove? He licked her on the forehead anyway, his tail wagging gently behind him.
"And yes, we're friends now. It's very nice to meet you, White." He glanced around briefly, wondering if Black was nearby-- he must be nearby, he would never leave anything as important as his own child for too long. "Have you seen Black?"
RE: noodle - White - Nov 19 2015
The creature gave out a bird-like squawk. "Fisher! You sure don't look like a fish?!" she said with wide eyes, wriggling around playfully as she felt the noodle's arm around her back, touching the pinfeathers growing out of tiny, stubby wings.
"Black? Black!" she squawked again. "He was here, when I came outta there, and he's around." Of course, this didn't seem to be too important to her, as about three seconds later she was bouncing and barking again. "We're friends?! That's great! You're my second friend now!"
She stopped, abruptly, wide-eyed. In a tone of COMPLETE SERIOUSNESS she asked, "Are we best friends?"
@Fisher
RE: noodle - Fisher - Nov 19 2015
So Black was around, somewhere, and she knew who he was which confirmed enough for the fisher cat that she was his daughter... Somehow. Though first thing was first-- he had to clarify his name for the wriggly puppy with angel wings. He opened his mouth to speak and the pup stared at him and asked with utmost importance if they were best friends.
Now, Fisher had lots of friends. They were all great for a variety of reasons but picking one over all the rest was a tricky affair. She was a cute little thing though, and he saw no harm in being her best friend. "Of course," he chittered softly, "I'd love to be your best friend. Black and Fallah are my best friends too-- see, we're family. That makes us the bestest of friends."
He settled down on his haunches, lifting up his forepaws to gesture a bit. "And as for my name, little Princess of Light--" she had feathers, it was an apt nickname-- "My name is Fisher, not Fish! I'm like a fish, see, I can wriggle around like a fish and I have scales too," he explained, tapping on the metal bits on the top of his head. "I'm slippery, y'see. Nothing can pin me down. So they call me Fisher!"
He had never had to explain his name before, but making up a bit of quick logic on the spot was easy enough.
@White
RE: noodle - White - Nov 19 2015
White hopped around a little bit, barking happily. She had a best friend now and she'd make sure she'd take care of him, but he seemed pretty capable of taking care of himself.
"Hi! Black's my dad, so what does that make you, if we're family?" She continued to bounce happily before she paused and looked around. "Dad hides a lot. He's somewhere."
The hybrid's nose twitched as she began hobbling around, looking for wherever Black was - if he was even around at all, talons clacking loudly on the cave floor. She could never tell where exactly he was when he did the dissapearing thing - but she was sure she could find him this time.
While searching she lifted her head. "What's a princess?"
@Fisher
@Black
RE: noodle - Black - Nov 19 2015
He had been hiding in the shadows nearby. Or well, hiding wasn't the right word. Watching, more like. ...Maybe "stalking."
He wanted White to get the best childhood as she could, and to him that meant she would be allowed to go off on her own if she wished. That said, he was never far behind; if she got into trouble--real trouble--he would step out and intervene.
This wasn't urgent, but then, he wasn't emerging just for her. If she called him, he would come; if Fisher was there, and looking for him, he had no reason to stay hidden. He stepped out of the shadows, and they still clung to him, the magic making him seem as though part of the darkness had detached and stepped forth. They faded slowly, wisping away and leaving the dog more clearly visible.
"Hello, Fisher," he greeted his friend, and then he looked toward White. He padded closer, nosing her head, tail briefly wagging; then he went to Fisher, and did the same to him.
"Is everything all right?" he asked, eyeing over the scaled armor shimmering over Fisher's body. "Did you grow scales?"
@Fisher ; @White
RE: noodle - Fisher - Nov 25 2015
"Yeah, I'm like your uncle I guess," Fisher replied with a casual shrug. He was about to answer Princess Birbface's next question when Black came out of the shadows and interrupted.
"Yes, everything alright," he woofed, reaching up to give Black a friendly lick on the cheek. "Arkrael made this for me, it's armor. Protects my gem, keeps me safe... So maybe I won't almost die so much."
"Anyway," he turned back to White, grinning toothily at her. "Winged creatures think themselves Kings because they can fly up high and squawk about. You have wings, and you are young, so you are a Princess-- a daughter of a King... Or, uh, Queen."
"Erm, in theory, at least."
((THE SHIT POST STARTS))
@White @Black
RE: noodle - Black - Nov 27 2015
Black lowered himself slowly to his haunches, watching the two. He eyed Fisher's armor, in particular; it glittered beneath Polaris's lights, shining and startlingly beautiful. For a time he admired it in silence. Then, he outright interrupted Fisher, as if he didn't even hear him talking about Princesses.
"It is a God," he stated very matter-of-factly, but without explaining what a god was, what the god in this particular situation was, or even what the hell he meant. Instead he then simply sat, observing in silence. Fisher didn't seem to be focused on him--he was meeting White, and the two seemed to be getting along fine. And White didn't seem to need help.
So the black dog simply sat there, his mind elsewhere despite his eyes lingering on the pair. He's just listen, and watch, not interfering further with his strange, half-meaningless interruptions.
@White ((SHITPOST AWAY, you may skip Black! He's kinda just watching. As advertised.))