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 Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 3:05 pm
 Sculpting was an art. This is a fact Duje knew well. He poured his heart and soul into what he crafted, working relentlessly until he obtained perfection.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:56 am
 Morning Star went fot a walk. She noticed someone sculpting.
She wandered over and watched.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 1:13 pm
He was working on the hair at the moment. The body was a rough shape, the tail untouched. The face however was further along. The features, the planes of a long nose, the soft rounding of the cheeks, were close to how they'd be in their finished state. The pony statue he was carving was a work of art, or would be when she was done. The hair he was chipping at promised to be long and free, a curl of it already gracing the far cheek from it's main mass.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:00 pm
Morning Star was impressed by what she saw. "Hello?" She figured it would be safe to say hello.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:21 pm
He glanced up, startled, then with the smallest of flush, slid so the statue was between them. He mumbled something that sounded like a hello.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:55 pm
"I'm sorry to interrupt. That is a very nice statue you are making. I'm Morning Star. What's your name?" She smiled and watched him put the statue between them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:58 pm
"Du...Duje..." he managed to get out. His voice was surprising. Even with his seeming shy and quiet there was a booming expansive quality to it, as if he had a great stage voice... but did not know how to turn it off. It was deep and rich, and the sort of voice some people sweetened theirs to sound like.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:47 pm
She gently touched the statue. "That is an interesting name. Duje." She said it gently. His voice was so manly. She blushed a bit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:09 am
"So is this a statue of someone? A girlfriend maybe?" She looked down. She hoped he didn't have one.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 2:38 am
"Ju...just a Pygmalion dream..." his booming voice tried to mummer. Some voices, however, just cannot sound quiet.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 6:57 am
"A What?! I don't understand that. What's this Pygma lion thing?" She was confused.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 1:58 am
Yeah.... he wasn't about to explain that one.... "Never mind," he boomed, still hidden.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:06 am
"Hmm. Ok." She went around the statue a bit. "Peek a boo!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 8:17 pm
He stumbled back away from her, falling on his rump, knocking the base of the statue. It wobbled dangerously. He cried out and lept up, charging into her and knocking her out of the way before the statue could fall on her. The statue hit the ground at the same time they did, but the only thing atop her... was him.
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