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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:26 am
(This RP is for Tweek and Sephiros Immortal!)  After a productive morning of spending time entirely to himself, Ariston sighed at the current lack of attention he was getting. It was too cold to soar in the sky in front of all of the lovely mares, so he found his days being long and boring. He hated the winter for many reasons, especially for what it did to his lucious skin and hair. Cursing under his breath, he stomped forward, feeling hot steam rush out of his nose, only to be absorbed into frost. His mind continued to complain to itself, and he muttered little nicknacks here and there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:36 am
 Troilus, however, really didn't have anything against the winter. He was snuggled up under his customary tree with his legs tucked against his body, and a bit of lingering snow adorning his nose and being caught up between his ears and spotting his rump. Yes, it was cold, but soon enough he was fairly sure that he'd be able to persuade someone to come and sit with him, that would make the whole affair more comfortable.
A small family of rabbits had made themselves a nest between his forelegs and body...which was all right for now...they were like a heating pad...and their presence insured that he didn't have to go anywhere to get food, as they were forever scavenging to repair the nest when Troilus decided to munch on the dried grasses they'd collected. They didn't seem to mind that either. Everyone was benefiting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 1:10 pm
As the golden male continued forward, he felt his body halt at one of the strangest sights he had ever seen. There seemed to be a mush of stuff sitting under a tree. 'Rotton flesh?' His mind questioned, though his ears heard the faint sound of breath. He sensed some creatures around the pile of stuff, and his face stayed still but fully expressed the look of a question mark.
He crept a tad further, only to smell something horrid and confusing. He really wasn't sure what was going on, so he just stood their quietly. He noticed the trees had become more enclosed, so he folded his wings gently and carefully to avoid any threats from scratches. Whatever the 'thing' was, it was greatly disturbing his trane of thought.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:03 pm
Troilus actually didn't smell all that bad...he moved every so often and when necessary went down and gave himself some semblence of a bath, but then, Ariston didn't know that. Raising his head, he rather lazily blink at the other Soquili, as he had sensed the other's presence. Well well well...it looked like some dandy out for a stroll on this brisk winter afternoon.
"Hello..." For someone so very obviously lazy and neglectful, his voice was rich, deep, a very nice and almost alluring tone, probably one of his very few positive assets. "Are you lost?" He rather doubted it, but it was polite to ask, and if so Troilus could always give directions. He wouldn't bother to SHOW the other the way or anything like that, however.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:19 pm
Ariston almost fell over when he noticed a head rise out of the clump. "Uh..errm.. hello.." He said, finally. Regaining his elegant stature, he raised his neck and shifted his position, eyeing the spectator below him. "No I am not lost, I was just casually walking. I didn't see you here." His last sentence almost made him chuckle, and although he highly disaproved of the Soquili in front of him, he stayed polite.
"And who might you be, dear fellow? My name is Ariston, its a pleasure." The words came out dry and blunt, though he forced himself a slight grin. He was extremely uncomfortable, but he could never show such a feeling, even in front of a Soquili like him. Feeling his perfect hair next to him, he gleamed at his beauty, but continued to watch the male in front of him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 4:54 pm
Troilus rather slowly grinned at the other Soquili...not seeming to care that the other was a shining, glistening contrast to his own ill-kept self. "Well that's good t'hear, I would absolutely sympathize if you had gotten yourself lost, however...there are all sorts of confusing things hereabouts...which is one of the many reasons why I don't go out much, save me plenty of trouble...as well as all the goodbeasts out there who would have to help me should I wind up in a pickle."
"I am Troilus...and this is my tree." Wings beat once...infinitely slow...once up...and then down...the vines that entangled them making the softest of rustling noises. The vines were very hardy...and seemed to take root wherever the winged male decided to rest...he rather liked them and would occasionally converse with them when there was nothing more intelligent about. He was not discomfitted at all by the presence of the other, far from it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:15 pm
Ariston looked at him curiously as he spoke, wondering how on earth he managed to do so. "Troilus, I hope you don't mind me asking," He paused for a second and continued, "but how on earth do you.. live in such a way?" The thought of it was more than dreadful, and such a tactic of life just did not make sense to him. "You are, a sin, correct?" That part of the question was most interesting to him, for he was always intrigued to run into some of the other sins out there.
Besides Wrath, who was one he saw on a normal basis, he had not had many runins with any others. In a way it may have been a good thing, especially for the sake that it would most likely end in violence. He was already despised by most of the 'commonfolk' for his brilliance, so with the sins he could hardly imagine. "It seems you and I are, opposites?" He chuckled at himself, but at the same time was thankful for his state of beauty.
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