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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 2:28 am
Nuada wandered deep into the forest disenchanted with those he saw before him.
His Dear sister might be making a tentative attempt at getting to know those others but he would not.
He had no desire to.
They did not see the beauty and reverence nature held, they only lived in it.
To Nuada, it was him, and he was it. It was his pulse his lifeblood and with all the wonder it held...he detested the herla who just undervalued it's wild untamed glory. It was Art unparalleled. If only he knew a herla who could see things his way, then he might build a bond worth his time.
The elegant hart took high grace filled steps seeming to flow over the ground as naturally as the rivers and streams that flowed through the forest. His antlers looking like golden brown highly polished wood shone with his creme colored fur and golden scales. His white blond hair dipped in light amber suited his fine features as surely as his intelligent yellow honeyed eyes glinted with disdain.
Fools they didn't know how lucky they were, though this place might seem timeless and immortal. But he knew all tow well what could be lost so quickly.
So many of them were such, proud empty hollow things too delighted in their own antlers and to see this.
Turning his regal head away from the irritating sight and even more bitter memories he continued on.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:27 pm
Calix was leaning over sideways so that his eye was very close to the flower he was drawing. He was carefully examining all the petals, taking into consideration all the different shades of pink and yellow that were spotted across the blossom.
The blue hart pulled back, satisfied with the details he'd taken in as he turned to face the piece of bark he had started drawing on. Now he just had to reproduce what he'd seen onto the back of the bark, something that would take him hours if he was to do it right.
His neck twisted so that he could look at the berries he had crushed, briefly pondering which color to use first before he dipped his only paintbrush into the juices.
He pulled the brush out after it's bristles had soaked up some of the juices, and his attention returned to the bark. Leaning forward, he worked on the drawing, making the occasional stroke on the flower he had created. His progress was slow, but steady as he tried to recreate the plant before him.
Of course, being so absorbed in his work, he was unaware of the hart approaching, not that he ever paid much attention to other herla to even bother glancing around once and a while.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:14 pm
Nuada paused, his rich sunlight colored gaze taking in the surrounding flowers. Taking in a deep breath he basked in it his gossamer mane and tail swaying in the slight breeze. His eyes opened and he tilted his head noting another presence in the tranquil meadow.
Unlike so many herla, this one seemed at one with everything. Still silent and blending in with the flowers as surely as he might. Curious he wove through the flowers till he reached the herla.
He watched amazed as the herla took time and and effort to recreate the image before him. He did not attempt to destroy it, or pluck it or crush it. He was admiring nature, and indeed attempting to preserve it. Nuada waited at a respectful distance waiting till the other noticed him.
He knew he most likely would not wish to be disturbed, but this was a chance he could not pass on.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 7:09 pm
Calix's bangs fell across his face as he worked on the drawing. He tossed his head in an attempt to get his hair out of his face, not wanting it to interfere with his drawing abilities.
It was only then that he noticed the creme colored hart nearby and he rose to his feet. It seemed like this stranger had been watching him, yet he hadn't interrupted. A small, yet worried smile appeared on Calix's face, as this stranger seemed considerate.
"Is there something I can help you with, sir?" The blue hart asked, crossing his legs and craning his neck to bow.
He looked the stranger over, a tiny bit embarrassed as he kicked his drawing out of view.
"I haven't seen you around before, perhaps your lost?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 7:42 pm
Nuada smiled, "I beg your pardon if I have disturbed you, but I noticed your work and felt compelled to watch if only from afar. He bowed in turn his golden scales shimmering as the line of his body flowed with the motion.
Noticing the blue harts furtive actions he implored him.
"Please do not hide your work it is obvious you have talent and respect nature, two things indeed very close to my heart."
He paused.
"You are right in guessing that I have not been here long. My Twin sister and I have only just arrived, "I am Nuada. I was actually hoping if it is not intrusive, to inquire about your work, or rather the materials you use."
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 1:00 pm
Calix shrugged at the hart's apology, "It was bound to happen sooner or later. It's hard to have alone time around here, you'll find." He chuckled and looked down at the ground, a feeling of bitterness welled up within him.
"Well," he said quickly, his eye narrowed into a slit as he examined the grass before him. He had no reason to take out his frustrations on this stranger, and it took him a moment to compose himself.
"Well," he repeated, his tail giving a little wiggle. "My work isn't terribly good and this piece isn't even finished, so I'm a bit embarrassed to let others see it."
He snorted and tossed his head, feeling a bit haughty. His mother must be rubbing off on him...
"Of course, I've lived here since I was a fawn. I've at least glimpsed most of the herla who live here." He twisted to glance over at his drawing, "Berries, bark, anything else interesting that I can find."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:13 am
Nuada gave a soft smile, His gleaming eyes giving a Calix a calculating once over.
"What would you say, If I could offer to show you a way to do as man did in the days of old when he still loved the land around him what would you say if I could give you the colors to recreate that flower just as you see it there?"
"I assure you there is no shame in an unfinished work....merely a loss when it is not allowed to reach its full potential."
Pulling free a small thin sheaf of bark that had bee hidden like a hair ornament in the satin threads of his hair he dropped it at Calix's feet.
On the side, were colors though a touch faded they were varied from deepest reads to sunrise oranges to saffron and wheat yellows shifting to wildgrass greens and sky to midnight blues ending in just before dawns evening purples.
Carefully he pulled another two ornaments they looked like smoothed branches one that was a deep black on the end a soft smokey gray.
Going to a nearby Tree he pulled free a bit of bark abd taking the blackened tool in mouth he drew a sketch of said tree which stayed in stark relief on the wood.
Placing that one down he grabbed the gray and used it to highlight and shade the tree, before finishing and placing those to things in front of Calix.
"I can teach you how to locate all of these...and make them...Well?"
(( any guesses to what these things are cursed?))
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:55 am
Calix tilted his head as he thought about it. How could this herla know how to create art the way the guardians did?
"I would say, that there is no way to truly create art like man did, since we lack hands."
His eyes darted back over to his drawing and a sigh escaped his lips. It wasn't finished, but artwork never really was as things could always be made better.
He shifted to watch the hart pull delicate looking objects out of his hair. His ears swiveled as he heard his guardian mutter names, quiet as the soft buzz of an insects wings.
"Those may be helpful, but I doubt you could make paints the way the guardians once did. They were delicate mixtures, combinations of crushed gems and oils, things we herla cannot reproduce."
He rose to his feet and took a step, as if about to circle around the hart. He kept his good side to the stranger so that he could watch him.
Nauda, had he ever heard that name mentioned before by anyone? Surely if this was a dangerous hart there'd be at least some gossip, but he could recall none.
"I'll accept your offer."
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