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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:47 pm
Participants in this Rp:
Rose~ owned by me, Crimson Ribbon
Warren~ owned by Jaylynn5
All images shown are hosted on my photobucket because I don't mind eating up my bandwidth, but I mind eating up others xD
About Rose
About Warren______________________ If you were to take one look at the Demonic vixen, Rose, you'd probably never be able to imagine her in a garden, gently pruning prized rose bushes. But, that's exactly what she was doing.
Rose had gotten up that morning with the sole purpose of working in her garden through to the evening. Ariston was out on an all day and night star watching trip and Taelence was spending the day with Teles. That left Rose with a large amount of free time. And there was nothing better to her than to be elbow deep in fertilizer and earth.
She muttered to herself as she worked.
"Left these ones too long without clipping the buds. They'll never bloom properly now," she sighed and ripped a weed out, tossing it to the side. "Can't be helped, but next time I won't let myself be so distracted." She looked at the small pink buds. "You would have been beautiful."
So she continued weeding and pruning and cutting her way through the bushes and flowers. A perfect way to spend an afternoon. So long as no one disturbed her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 7:04 pm
Warren frowned as he walked down the road. All he wanted was to be left alone but the only one who seemed to understand that was the kit Meta Knight. Azura kept bugging him and trying to get him to talk, while Dementry kept trying to flirt with him. It had taken more patience then Warren had to not set someone or something a flame. He wished Gabriel still lived with them, since then Azura would have focused in on him instead of Warren.
Spotting a rose bush, Warren looked around but didn't see anyone around. Quickly, he made his way over and enjoyed the sweet smell coming from the flowers. It wasn't something alot of people knew but he loved roses. They had been his mothers favorite flower and Warren had spent many days with his mother helping her tend to them.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 7:23 pm
Rose was still muttering to herself quietly as she moved underneath the rose bushes, trying to find the weeds that were surely there.
"Strangle my prized blossoms will you," she quietly snarled to no one in particular. She spotted another weed and pulled it out. "Nasty little buggers. I'd take weed killer to you all if it wouldn't ruin the bushes."
She came to a clear section in the bushes and was startled to see another fox. In her garden!! She opened her mouth to yell at him to get out, until she realized whom he was.
That's that odd pyro fox from the shop! she thought, as her heart did a flipflop. Stop that! She ordered it. Rose had long ago given up on love, more to the point she didn't want to be in love, but as he was an exceptionally good looking fox, evolution and the nasty urge to reproduce was trying to take over her bodily functions.
She almost opened her mouth again, to tell him to get out of her garden, regardless of who he was, until she saw the look of tenderness on his face as he smelled of her roses. And for once, she decided to be, if not nice, then at least decent.
She cleared her throat and stood up, dusting off her paws.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:08 pm
Warren stepped back quickly when Rose made herself known. It was just typical of his luck that someone would happen across him when he let his guard down. Looking toward the vixen, Warren was unsure what to do. Normally he would just brush her off but by the looks of things, he was apprently at her home.
Deciding truth might be better, Warren explain, "My mother grew flowers like these." Taking a few steps back, "I'll just leave now."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:19 pm
"Uhhh...." Rose hesitated. By all rights she should throw him out, this was her garden, he was trespassing. But something about the way he'd treated her roses made her want him to stay. "You.....you don't have to...if you don't want too." She stumbled over her pauses.
"The roses never get any other company besides me.....they would enjoy being admired by another," Now why did you do that, she scolded herself. Let him leave! Not only is he another fox, he's male! What's gotten into you!?
But she had made the offer and she had promised herself to be decent. Decent foxes didn't take back their offers, no matter how much they might want to. She was stuck with him in her garden until he wanted to leave. But judging by the way he was acting that might not take to long, and then she could get back to her gardening.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 12:09 pm
Warren looked at Rose, then the flowers and finally down the street. He really didn't have anywhere to go and he wasn't ready to head back home so Warren nodded. It had been a few years since he had helpped his mother with her garden, so it would be nice to work with the dirt again.
"Yeah sure." Warren finally said.
Shrugging off his leather Jacket, Warren placed it in a safe place so it wouldn't get dirty. "Can help if you want, used to help in my mothers garden."
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:43 pm
"Ah," Rose hesitated. "Of course...you may help...just...uh...find the creeper weeds and pull them. They're starting to bloom themselves and they're strangling the life out of my plants."
Why am I stumbling? she thought furiously. I'm not so affected by males anymore, I made sure of that. She paused. Oh...right...I'm not used to being so civil like this. Well he'll help and then leave. And I won't ever have to see or think about him again.
Slightly more satisfied, Rose crawled under the rose bushes again and started pulling out more weeds. If you had told Rose a week ago that she would willingly let someone touch her rose bushes, she would have told you to go get your head examined. Still she tried not to think about untried hands working around her precious plants and concentrated on the task at hand.
"By the way I'm Rose," she said, but seeing as the plants had a tendency to muffle voices, she wasn't sure that he'd heard her correctly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 8:13 am
Warren nodded and got to work right away, "It's Warren"
His mother had hated this part and it had often fallen on him to keep the roses free of the strangling plants. He worked quietly and swiftly untangling the roses from the plants and when he found the roots of the intruder far enough away from the roses that they wouldn't be hurt, Warren used his power to fry their roots. It had been an experiment when he was younger, so he knew how far from the rose bushes he needed to be and that it helpped keep the creeper weeds gone for a bit longer.
So focused on his job, the surrounding world faded away. It was just like old times with his mother and Warren began to hum a tune she would sing to him as they worked.
I know where a garden grows;
Jonquil, hyacynth and rose:
Warmed by languid summer breeze,
Whispering softly through the trees.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:07 am
Warren? she thought. Not a bad name really. I can think of worse. She scowled at herself. Work Rose, work. These plants aren't going to weed themselves you know.
So she continued to pull the weeds and toss them high on to the grass. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, so she received quite a fright when she suddenly nose to nose bumped him as they tried to weed the same bush.
She almost snarled at him until she realized that he was....humming?? He was! And quite well she had to silently admit to herself. Surprise made her extremely polite.
"Excuse me," she said quietly and demurely, an oddity for Rose, and moved out of his way.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:27 am
Warren's eyes widened when he realised how close they had been. "Sorry," he mumbled before heading in a differnt dirrection to weed.
He was surprised at how calm Rose was being. He had seen her at the shop and knew she could have a sharp tongue. Not that he minded, he had one just as sharp when he felt like it or if others weren't smart enough to just leave him alone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 11:13 am
Rose was curious about her behavior as well. She never acted this way, not around others that weren't a part of her family. They she, at least, had to tolerate.
Maybe it was because she sensed a kindred spirit in Warren. She knew that he could be just as sharp as she, knew that he wasn't afraid to loose his temper. Quite frankly, had Rose been interesting in that sort of thing, they probably would have been a match made in...Hell. Not Heaven, it had too many little butt-naked baby angels running around to suite her taste.
Of course Warren can't be exactly like me, Rose mused. He surely hasn't seen the...horrors that I have. His attitude seems more like his natural personality, actually. Not like the emotionally hardened armor I use. Mine is forced, a way to protect myself. His is the way he was born.
She stood up, having finished her side of the garden. She picked up a bucket near the edge of the garden and walked over to the water pump. She stuck the bucket under the spout and began to vigorously pump the handle. But no water came out. She swore under her breath and pumped some more, flicking her tail in irritation. Finally she gave up.
"The well looks dry, which is strange," she said out loud, mostly to herself. "It was fine yesterday when I was out here. If I can't get the water to work I'll have to walk to the lake. The bushes need to be watered."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 12:04 pm
Weeding away, Warren remembered the last time he had been in the garden with his mother. He had been a happy kit back then, but that was before his father. It had seemed like the perfect day, he and his mother doing some gardening and joking around. They didn't notice the male heading there way until he was almost on them. His mother was wary but not too scared when she saw him.
It had taken Warren a second to place the male, since he had only ever seen him in photos but when he did he had been happy. He thought his father was had finally come back to them. Unfortuately that hadn't been the case. In truth, he had escaped from prison and was seeking revenge on Warren's mother, who he thought betrayed him. It wasn't long before a fight started and when Warren had tried to stop it, he was thrown aside and knocked unconcious.
When he woke up, he was at a hospital. His father was back in jail and his mother alive but damaged. He helped care for her after that. She never did get strong again and was never able to help with the garden. It was a few years later that she died, and Warren had harded his heart as well as his outside.
Brought out of his memories, Warren looked over at the struggling vixen. When she explained about the water, he shrugged. He knew fire, not water so he would be no help with the well. Getting up, Warren looked around at the rose bushes, there would be too many for Rose to water if she had to go to the lake.
Seeing a few buckets tucked away in a corner, Warren grabbed them and brought them over. He had nothing better to do, and it would bug him if he left before the bushes were taking care of.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:56 pm
Rose turned back to Warren to find him with the spare buckets at his feet. She couldn't speak for a moment; she didn't understand what he was doing. And then it hit her.
"You..." she stuttered. "You want to help me go get water? Why?" She asked incredulously. She could understand him helping because she had invited him to, but wanting to help of his own free will? No one did that where Rose was concerned.
Careful Rose, he's a tricky one.
He wants something.
Something from you.
That's all they want.
And if he doesn't? she asked the inner voice.
There is no 'he doesn't'. He does. And that's all there is to it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 3:38 pm
Warren shrugged, uncomfortable about having to explain himself. How do you explain you were helping because your now deceased mother would have expected it.
"They need to be watered, and it would take too long if you had to drag all the water from the lake by yourself. I've nothing else to do and I don't want to go home yet." Warren shrugged again, unsure of what else to say.
Looking at Rose through his hair, Warren hoped she didn't press for a better answer, because he wasn't sure he could come up with one. He hadn't really thought that hard about it and had simply acted when she mentioned the need to get water from the lake.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:37 pm
Rose blinked. And then blinked again. She couldn't comprehend it. He just wanted to help. Just like that.
She eyed him slightly suspicious. Something was wrong here.
He must want something, she thought. But what? I have nothing to give. Except maybe he enjoys being nice and then seeing those he was nice to suffer?
Rose found that last one hard to accept. Warren didn't seem like the type to be mean for no reason. If someone bothered him or got into his face, yes. But torturing others for the hell of it?? Not so likely.
So what does he want? she asked herself as she walked to her tiny gardening shed.
Inside was a small kitchen area and storage space. Rose had been known to stay at her garden all day and a tea break now and then was a pleasant distraction from gardening. So some appliances and a sink had been added to give the shed a bit of a homey touch.
In the storage corner, Rose pulled out two very curious pieces of wood. At each end were up turned hooks and in the middle was a hump in the wood that was padded. It looked like it would fit a fox's shoulders perfectly.
Rose placed one of the pieces of wood on Warren's shoulders and then hung buckets from the hooks.
"Makes it easier to bring the water back," she said as she placed the other piece of wood on her own shoulders. "That way we don't have to lug the buckets back by paw or mouth." She pointed. "The lake's that way."
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