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 Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 10:10 pm
A speckled blue tail wiggled, sticking out of the bushes as Calix rummaged through the thickets he called home, a mass of junk piled up in and around the bushes. Nosing about piles, he searched for the paint brush that had been given to him, the ominous thought that he might have lost it continually gnawing at the back of his mind. The blue hart was growing frustrated, the lack of a second eye adding to his difficulty as he picked up broken frames and shattered mirrors, tossing them aside as he searched.
Giving up on his current spot, Calix took several steps towards a new pile of broken guardian belongings, wincing as he was jabbed by the frames that had splintered when he'd thrown them. Muttering under his breath, he began looking frantically through this pile as well, but to no avail.
Slumping down, he sat down a few feet away from his home, staring at it gloomily. He'd already checked his bag, where else was there to look? He snorted, resting his head on his legs. He wouldn't be surprised if that annoying gotling that had taken to following him around had stolen it, after all it had made a point to destroy anything that made him happy... if it could reach it. He snickered slightly, closing his eye, he'd have to go back to looking after this short break.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 10:28 pm
Amber stalked through the undergrowth, absolutely furious with life and all those who breath. She muttered crossly to herself, but did not frown. No, frowning was unbecoming and would give her frown lines, so she did not frown. The face she was making was more of an... disconcerted pout. It had nothing to do with the fact that two young bucks made fun of her while she was coming off her zydrate high. Or with the fact that they got rough with her after she gave one of them a good kick in the eye. Or with the fact that now her hair was mussed and her hooves were slightly bloody after the unfortunate encounter.
No, it had nothing to do with any of those, she was just in a bad mood, or so she liked to tell herself. Angry tears stung her eyes, they had no right making fun of her like that! She wasn't angry at them of course, why should she care about the opinions of two overzealous youths. One of them who would have a swollen eye for a while and the other a crooked nose for the rest of his life. It was their fault anyways for bothering her!
Amber huffed and stopped by a stream to clean her hooves as her precious mion Zydrate straightened her hair. "Oh Zy, why are boys such bullies..." she mumbled gloomily. Then, just about to stalk away once more, her ears twitch at the sound of rummaging and a faint crashing that came through the woods. Slightly curious, though she'd never admit that to anyone, Amber pranced in the direction of the sound, peering through the trees until she saw a large pile of junk and a blue herla laying gloomily on the ground. With a smirk, Amber stepped from the trees and drawled, "The starving artist seems exceptionally glum today... did his nude model wander off I wonder?"
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:41 pm
Calix's ears twitched at the sound of a familiar voice and he grimaced, opening his eye to peel at Amber, his body twisting so he could get a good look at her. "In what way am I starving, Amber? You do realize that I use food as paints, right?" He snorted, shaking himself as he got up, a look of mild irritation on his face.
He sighed, casting a glance at the pile that made up his collection, eye drifting down along it, hoping he'd catch sight of the brush in that quick scan. He turned back to face her and raised an eyebrow, "That would require me to have someone willing to model for me in the first, other than plant life, that is." He chuckled, shaking his head, his blue curls bouncing with the movement before he looked her over. Though he felt like revealing that his brush was missing to Amber would only bring trouble, there seemed to be something off about her today, but then again, he never really examined her in the first place to know if there was an actual difference in mood or appearance.
"And what's your excuse for looking so dreary or have you always been that way?"
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