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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 10:37 pm
 Willow smiled as a butterfly flew by, and playfully batted at it with a pawhoof. It was a gorgeous spring day, all the beautiful flowers blooming on the hillsides, and butterflies in abundance. The air was so thick with them in some places, Willow could hardly see. She was being careful, trying not to stab any on her horn, but she couldn't make any promises.
She looked around at all the color in the air and on the ground, and her keen eyes zeroed in on a shape not too far away. It looked like another ulaya, but it had butterfly wings. The shape disappeared, and Willow scoffed to herself, "Thats silly, Ulaya don't have butterfly wings."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:20 pm
He could feel the heat through his dark coat as he walkd slowly. It was a very nice day, but hopefully the night wouldn't be as warm as it was now. He preffered the cool breeze of the night, but his wings seemed grateful as he soaked in the sunshine. He was incredibly grateful that winter was over and that he could uncurl his wings without the possibility of them being injured. They were fragile, after all. Icey eyes barely wandered from the worn out path before him when they were open. He found his lids drooping every few moments as he tried to just relish the warmth.
There was something fragrant in the air. Probably flowers. His expression didn't change at the fond thought, though his eyes did open and he paused in step when there was another scent. It was vague, but... There weren't only butterflies nearby. He lifted his head, in the process moving his bangs aside, and turned his eyes in the direction of the scent.
His nose never seemed to be wrong. Though, if he had been paying more attention, he would've noticed the brown and green hued female. He looked her way for a few moments, waiting for her to react. If she was interested in speaking to him, he'd let her speak first. If not, he'd be on his "merry" way.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:34 pm
Willow watched the shape a little longer, and realized that it was an ulaya with butterfly wings. He was quite handsome too, and seemed as happy to be out in the sunshine as she herself was. Willow didn't want to come on too strong, as sometimes she could be a little hyper, so she took a couple deep breaths and cooly trotted over to the butterfly winged newcomer.
"Hello there, my name is Willow." She said conversationally, leaving leeway for him to not respond and leave, or stay and chat with her a while.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:40 pm
Ahh, so he had come across a sociable one. A very light smile tugged at his lips as she introduced herself so eagerly. He bowed his head respectfully, lowering his gaze for a moment before turning his attention back to Willow. "Willow... Like the trees? Very natural name." He complimented, his voice soothing but boyish. He sat back on his haunches as to not appear he was in a rush to be somewhere, because quite frankly, he wasn't.
He'd amuse himself with this rather pretty female till he grew bored. He ook note of the horn atop her head, and he raised his brows in an attempt to feign curiosity, "A horn? What is it used for? To pierce hearts?" he inquired conversationally, his gaze not leaving the pointed fixture.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:17 pm
Willow dipped her head in return, not wanting to appear rude. A smile slid across her face, so this male was educated in the ways of nature, and she replied, "Yes, like the weeping willow tree." A flicker of sadness appeared in her eyes as she mentioned the weeping willow, but disappeared as soon as it had come. She scrutinized the winged male as he sat back, he didn't seem to want to part with her company, so she sat down in a patch of daisies.
A tinkling laugh escaped her mouth as he asked if her horn pierced hearts, and replied slyly, "It can be used to pierce hearts, but that hasn't happened in a while." He seems to be playing some sort of game with me, well if he can do that, I can certainly play along. "Your wings, what are they used for? To fly away from broken hearts?" She asked, a grin playing on her face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:55 pm
Kazuki kept his expression the same, but when the flicker of sadness came and left her eyes, it sparked curiosity within him. Ah well, if she continued to prove to be of some interest he could ask her why. He raised his brows at her laughter, the smile on his face sly but with no hidden agenda behind it. "I hope I'm never to be on the receiving end of your horn... Unless I truley deserve it." A light chuckle rumbled his vocal chords, and he fluttered his fragile wings lightly.
"Actually I prefer to fly to broken hearts and mend them," he said cooly, taking the moment to glance at his wings, "It's a much more pleasant thing to do, no? The fair hearts of girls are nothing to be toyed with..." He trailed off, looking back to Willow. There wasn't a hint of a teasing tone in his voice at all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:04 pm
Willow shot a curious glance at him, perhapes this handsome male wasn't like the others she had met before, perhapes he knew the true feelings of love, hate, and sorrow. She smiled, and said, "Usually the recepients of my horn are fish and those who have harmed me, but usually fish."
"And as to flying to broken hearts, what do you do about those who have broken them? Let them go and break more?" She agreed that girls hearts shouldn't be played with, she being one, " As for girls hearts, we are trusting until given a reason not to trust."
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