Well, I hope you liked my little intro. It's a snippet of their first conversation c:
Hello! My name is Areater, and I am pleased to be writing this post right now.
When I first saw these two, I was hooked. The skeletal wings were so well done, and the brave creature who bore them stole my heart. When I read the character background, I was even more hooked. I could just imagine the skeletal head snapping at him to be careful with his wings and not to break them, but at the same time say it with care and compassion, although he tries to hide it. They could be the best of buddies!
I would have paid to make them mine, but when I saw they were a form competition, I was thrilled. I love to make forms, and I am so excited to compete for this gorgeous character - characters, rather.
I hope you deem my form worthy, and I wish good luck to everyone else!
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
I heard these noises a thousand times before this fateful encounter, and had nearly given up gaining the attention of whatever creature placed its paws upon the stones my bottled up soul had been left at. However, this day, I felt compelled to call out knowing this would not lead to anything. Perhaps I simply wished to see if I still remembered how to speak.
"You. Hey You. Yes you my dear buffoon, come here. I'll grant you anything you'd like! Come now! Come one, come all!" I said these words mockingly, and did not expect to hear the distorted wheezing that I did followed by more footsteps, walking toward my direction.
My desperation came about quickly, and hope took a hold of my actions as I yelled relentlessly, "Are you really coming here?! Toward me? Please please come here! I won't hurt you I swear! Just open the bottle! I'm like a genie! I'l grant you a wish, anything you want! Just pLEASE LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
The footsteps continued, though I got no reply to my calls. I looked through the glass of my bottle, to find a strange little critter making his way toward me. I was not easy to find, if you weren't aware of my presence. It was a curse, me being in this bottle. Do you know what happens to "messages" left in bottles that are never found? Those have expiration dates, and if the message isn't found by the time of one who had left that very note's life ends, then his soul gets sucked into that bottle. It's been centuries that I've been stuck in here.
This creature kept on with his wheezing and slow paced walking and I honestly didn't care. My only desire was to be let free of my cage. Soon enough, he plopped his furry butt next to me, still not uttering an audible word. This beast shoved my bottle into his slobbering mouth and shook me! My whole perspective of this situation changed at that moment, and I finally understand that this creature was simply an idiot.
Nevertheless I continued, "No, no. You have to make a wish, you fool. That makes the contract that allows me to be freed. Just say whatever it is you want, and the cork will loosen enough for me to get out of this suffocating cage! It's quite simple! A simple wish is all it takes!"
This buffoon began wheezing all the more desperately, and the look in his eyes changed. Only then did I figure it out. This creature could barely breathe, let alone speak. Oh the irony of me complaining about my glass cage suffocating me, when this fellow was quite literally suffocating. After many a failed attempt, he finally gained some sort of control over his dilemma, enough to whisper to my rotting soul his one wish. Had I known what this wish would do to me, I never would have granted it.
Eager for my freedom, I smiled as I watched the cork lift off of my glass bottle, only to have this turn into a frown the moment I began to turn tangible. I was supposed to be allowed my choice of heaven, hell, or eternal life as a ghost. Yet here I was, with no such choices in sight!
This situation turned even worse, as that of what was tangible of me began to lift onto the barbaric skunk of a creature! I lie to you not, he stunk, and still does to this day.
It was a nightmare I tell you, once his wheezing ended. This buffoon would not shut his trap after I granted his wish. I had not agreed to this! He rambled on and on for ages, but beyond his name, I do not remember any of this fool's talk.
Ethol, the stink bomb of a creature, had desired to have his life saved. By no means did I desire to be stuck to him for the sole purpose of keeping him alive.
better together wrote:Hey, I will always stay
By your side forever
‘Cause we’re better together
Hey, there’s no other way
We’ll make it through whatever
‘Cause we’re better together
an average day. wrote:Their day usually starts with
them waking up at around the
same time. They first hunt down
some breakfast for Aluf - usually
berries. The two of them spend
pretty much the whole day on
the move. They are always
travelling, with no exact destination.
Never do they spend the night
in the same place. They explore,
and play small games with each
other - as well as having quite
a lot of 'berry breaks' for Aluf
to eat. They end the day at sunset,
finding a nice cosy place the
sleep for the night, before waking
and repeating the whole process.
Each day is different - no real
routines.
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