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 Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 10:23 pm
Jilted.
A scowl drew across the handsome Sentinel's face as his sleek body sailed between the trees of the forest. If there was one thing Sunflare thought he'd never be, it was jilted.
It had seemed so innocent, at first, with Fi wanting to take a bit of absence from his presence. Why, Ari knew there wasn't a Sentinel out there that had the stamina to remain close by... oh, the jealousy one must feel when he was around! Completely understandable, of course, and he knew he was a generous and patient Sentinel, and he'd give his lovely Trapper time to grow used to being around such a dashing character as himself. It was so fortunate for the both of them that they had crossed paths that fateful day! It was destiny that the two should meet, with her passionate eyes and delicate features, and his handsome... well, everything, the two were simply created for one another. She was taken aback by him, naturally, and it hadn't taken long for them to become partners. They were a striking pair, and Sunflare knew there wasn't another Sentinel alive that could compliment his colorings in the way that Fi could.
But the brief absences grew longer, until she never came back at all. It had been a while, he'd gathered, though he himself had no real recollection of the exact timing, as he found himself quite distracted with his civil duty of beautifying any and every creature he'd come into contact with. Rumors spread like wildfire in the trees surrounding his home, and it wasn't long before he'd heard word she'd returned to live with her parents for a brief span. At hearing that news, he'd surmised she'd gone back to mature herself (for she was a tad bit wild and unruly, he'd confess) and better herself for her adoring partner. It only made sense because, after all, who wouldn't want to better themselves after being given the opportunity to become his mate?
But the rumors, those dastardly, cruel rumors, had started up again. This time, however, there was no news of her return, no news of her having matured. No, instead, he heard of how she's fallen... fallen for some Wildtype, and was now his mate!
It was absurd, SIMPLY absurd. There was no question that the rumors were skewered... perhaps this brute was attempting to force a relationship upon his dear, naive Fiercefire. Or perhaps in her desperate longing to return to him, she'd misinterpreted her feelings and was swayed by some horrible cad who tried to steal her away.
Well, no matter what the case was, he'd have absolutely none of it! While they may have been apart for however long a time it'd been, she was still his. His! How silly a thought, someone replacing him!
Leaving his tree, he was now on his way to meet this... other male, and retrieve Fiercefire. Oh, the hardships he must endure to set things straight again! There was no doubt in his beautiful head that Fi would rejoice in reuniting with her estranged mate, and perhaps they could finally go back to their enjoyable, comfortable lifestyle together. It was only a matter of time before he'd set things straight once more!
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 11:45 pm
 ((As an OOC note, this is pre-nestbuilding for Fi x3.))Happily oblivious to the impending arrival of her 'ex,' Fiercefire was on the edge of her territory, checking on some of the more far-flung of her traps. Her concerns that precise moment were entirely mundane; she'd recently rigged a trap with catching monitor lizards in mind, using her current mus for bait. This one was more intelligent than she usually liked - they were a little more willing to sit, stay, and act as bait when they weren't smart enough to realize that that was what they were.
Sadly, however, the trap was unsprung, and Squeaks was still very much alive. After begrudgingly giving him leave to go find something to eat, Fi settled on a low branch to await his return. If she'd known who was coming her way, she wouldn't have stuck around - unlike Sunflare, she'd left their relationship quite behind her. As handsome as he was, he provided company somewhat on par with Squeaks.
...except he talked more, and usually about himself, so maybe Squeaks was better company in the long run.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:21 pm
It had never occurred to him that he failed to have the slightest idea of where his lovely partner could be, at the current moment. All the whispers and gossip had spoken of the pair, but never where the pair resided.
So, using as much logic as he could muster, he headed into the direction of where he thought he recalled her parents' tree to be. He hadn't paid too much attention as to locations and others' whereabouts (why would he have to seek her out when he'd always depended on her coming back to him?). He knew he'd find her, one way or another. Else someone would be courteous enough to point him in a general direction. Either way, it was a dreadful nuisance, this locating business. She'd get a firm talking to about these disappearing acts of hers, though he'd never bothered until now to make a fuss over them. Ah, well.
Bright golden eyes darted to one side as he noticed a brief glimpse of movement out of the corner of his peripheral vision. He could have sworn he saw a flash of red scurry by, and, curiosity getting the better of him, he soon found himself swooping downwards in attempts to find and identify the abnormal blur. A bright shade of red was rare in these parts of the forest, and Sunflare took any and every chance he could to fawn over the various hidden beauties he'd managed to discover in the woods at one point or another. Most baubles and treasures were soon given to the Crafters to craft into fine jewelry and trinkets, so a missed opportunity was always a depressing thought. After all, one's collection could never be too terribly big.
He could have use for the distraction, anyways, to calm and collect himself from the dreadful news of his beloved's supposed betrayal. At least, that's the excuse he was giving himself... not that a handsome catch like himself needed an excuse, right?
Expanding his wings, he soared closer towards the forest's floor, eyes searching for the red that had managed to disappear among the fallen leaves on the ground. Now, if he were a bauble, where or where would he hide...
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:37 pm
Squeaks was quite unaware that he was being pursued, much less as a shiny thing by some acquaintance of Fiercefire's - that relationship predated this particular Squeaks, and anyway, Sentinels other than his mistress and her mate really tended to blur together.
The mus rustled through the leaves on the ground, tiny nose working overtime to sniff out something tasty. Finally he paused, seizing on some delicious morsel, and was at last readily visible from above.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 7:40 pm
He had almost resolved himself to perching on the nearby branch to continue his bauble hunt, when the rustle began, catching his attention. Losing his focus on making the perfect landing, golden eyes grew wide at the movement. So the red color had moved on its own, which meant either it was being carried... or it wasn't an object at all.
It came too quickly to his realization that this case was the latter, and instead of a pretty treasure sat a red streaked mus. It was quite disheartening, but his mind dealt with the disappointment logically. If there was no bauble, but instead a mus, then he would simply have a snack before continuing his journey to retrieve Fi. Couldn't make a waste of this time delay, right?
Not one to make a silent entrance into any scene (as it could be duly noted that Sunflare was not one to catch his own meals on a regular basis, and typically traded his way into gaining food), he let out a screech and made a swift dive in the mus's general direction. This little rodent wasn't a trinket, but would do for a fine, scrumptious meal all the same!
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 4:01 am
The screech probably saved poor little Squeaks's skin. Without so much as looking up, he squealed "Not food! Not food!" and dashed for cover under a bush.
Though not in a position to see what was going on, Fi was still close enough (or rather, Squeaks hadn't gone far enough yet) that she could hear her companion's desperate cry. Honestly! He was dyed red, for goodness' sake! You'd have to be blind not to realize he belonged to someone! Scowling, she called out irritably, "That's MY mus!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:39 pm
He'd expected the rodent to run (mysteriously enough, all creatures he pursued seemed to catch on far too quickly that they were being hunted), but he hadn't expected to hear such a booming voice. Faltering, he quickly saved himself from a horrible crash, and swooped upwards towards his originally-intended perch, and sat down.
Whoever was out there, he wasn't about to make himself look the fool in their presence.
"Well how was I supposed to know?" He called back to the faceless voice haughtily. "It's not like it was actually with you or anything!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:07 pm
"It's dyed red, you idiot!" she called back without thought.
...wait a minute. She knew that voice! Oh, dear. Her night had just taken an awful turn, and it was too late now to just run away. Resigning herself to what was bound to be an aggravating encounter, she took off in the direction of the voice, to land on a branch across from Sunflare. "You ought to know," she grumbled, "You've dyed them for me before."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 8:07 pm
He was about to go into a long count of varying reasons as to why the color red was a generic color that could be taken up by any creature, large or small, when the loud voice finally materialized with an owner's face. A very... familiar owner's face.
He probably should have recognized it, though being fussed at had left him quite distracted for the time being. But he refused to act surprised. No... no, he was going to act casual, just as if it'd only been a few hours instead of the few weeks it'd been since they last crossed paths with one another.
"So I have," he agreed, eyeing the female up and down with his bright eyes. "But, if you also recalled, red is a very in-demand color this season, so it could have been any number of things. Or hey, the rodent could have been trying to make his own fashion statement. You can't deny that possibility."
He shifted on the perch a bit, taking in the situation. She was irritated, he had no doubt, but where was that forgiving smile that should be appearing in no time at all? After all, this was the first time she'd seen in him quite some time. Surely there would be some ecstatic re-meeting moment, right?
"So, Fi," he started, figuring it'd be best to cut right to the chase, "Are you ready to return home, yet?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 12:05 am
Quite contrary to his expectations, Fi did not favor him with a forgiving smile; in fact, she didn't favor him with any kind of smile at all. There was nothing about her that looked the least bit happy or excited to see him. Her eartufts were held partially flat, there was a slight fluff to her feathers, and her expression was one of distinct annoyance.
What a ridiculous defense! He was still exactly the same, wasn't he? "Mus don't go to get themselves dyed, Sunflare," she chided impatiently. "They only wind up red or any other color because they belong to someone who wants them that way."
...return home? What was he on about? "I am home."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:32 am
He intentionally ignored her statement about the mus (for really, what should they matter when there were far more important things, like himself, that needed attending to?) and instead focused on her lack of overjoy as she laid eyes upon him. Shouldn't she be rushing at him, gleefully excited and amorous? He knew if he were in her talons, that's certainly how he would feel.
"You silly Sentinel," he clucked his tongue, slightly put off by her attitude yet slightly amused at the same time, "I'm not talking about your parents' neck of the woods. I'm talking about coming back home with me. Certainly you've missed me, beautiful?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:58 am
"Not particularly, no," she answered, gleeful excitement quite absent from her tone. Rather, she continued to look annoyed - especially at being called 'silly.' If Sunflare wanted attending to, he'd come to the wrong place for it. "You probably shouldn't hang around, actually. My mate just might come and chase you off."
It was a complete and total lie, of course, since it was Basil, but she couldn't resist.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:32 pm
He frowned. Her mate? Had she lost her ever-loving mind?! Why, HE was her mate! So why, from her tone and appearance... did he get the impression that she was not referring to him?
He forced out a chuckle, his eyes shifting to glance around for this so-called "mate". After seeing nothing but the mus he'd chased after before, he turned back to gaze at her.
"I've come to fetch you, Fi." He more or less stated, a hint of demand underlining his tone. "It's time to come back home with me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:31 pm
He'd come to what? Fi gaped at the Artisan, stunned by what had just come out of his mouth. Fetch her? Fetch her? She was not someone or something to be fetched, not by any means! And certainly not by him!
"...excuse me?" Narrowing her eyes, she clacked her beak in express displeasure.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:16 am
If he'd had arms, they would have been crossed, by this point.
"You're excused, darling, of course, but we really should be on our way. I do have a few important clients dropping by throughout the day and you know how fussy some Sentinels get about their dye jobs."
Really now, was it that hard of a concept to grasp? She'd delay on returning home, so he was forced out to retrieve her! He was boggled she was being so resistant. Perhaps one of her traps failed to work, or something of that sort. Even so, it's not like she should be taking out her frustration on him because of it!
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