[[ Delilah A. Riamu ]]
Setting- Her house; on the couch
In context to- Cherri
Delilah looked at Cherri curiously, head cocked, eyes squinted. "You have something more to say," she said, able to sense it. She was simply sure that Cherri wanted to say something more about how wonderful this Gavin guy was. Cherri was really showing it, but that wasn't the only reason why. Delilah was intelligent; she let off enough of her own body language to be able to read other's. "Me?" she asked. "A devil? No way, I'm an angel. Can't you see that little halo and those wings peeking out of my dress every day at school? Honestly Cherri, I'd think that someone like you would be more observant," she said. "My teachers seem to think I'm a blessing, but what do your's say about you?" Delilah teased back. Their conversations were all fun and games; taunt after taunt, droning about school, boyfriends, the mall, they were typical friends, but they weren't typical girls; typical humans. "A bunny attack?" asked Delilah, looking unbelieving. She knew how "rabid" Cherri could get, but Delilah knew how to be irritable, as sweet as she always came across. "Just remember I'm the one with claws," she laughed.
[[ Dingo ]]
Setting - The peak of a cliff, the sun is rising
In context to- Cookie
Dingo nearly bit his tongue in two as he left off where his lips were about to form a simple 'What is it?'. The cry of hunger, the cry of a hope for success in a hunting game rang out through the valley that was usually so restful, never a threaten residing to jump out at Dingo, or Cookie and Pookie for that matter in these last weeks. "Who's there?" asked Dingo. He stepped in from of Cookie, seeming to be very protective of her. He couldn't lose his first real love. This was almost exciting! Even so, his body was nearly thrown over with panic. There was an intruder, the unexpected, and he was threatening Cookie, Dingo, and even little Pookie's prey, not to mention their safety. Dingo had planned these valleys for he and Cookie's later life. Now what? He seemed a bit caught up in the moment, but at the same time, Dingo was frozen still. He couldn't see the intruder, but he longed to see him before the intruder could see Dingo. Dingo was struck with the panic of being lost. Not a physical thing, but a mental thing. Lost. He didn't know what to do.
[[ Danilo ]]
Setting - The swamp
In context to- Dusty
It took every gentlemanly bone in his body, and every ounce of effort, but somehow, Danilo managed not to laugh at the fae that sat before him, her large eyes fixed quizically on him. "I'm Danilo," he said awkwardly, less trimphant and heroic than he'd acted when he'd climbed up the tree, seemingly to her rescue. He'd seen how that had turned out. He longed to scamp down the trunk like a scared kitten and slowly migrate back to the forest, but Danilo knew that once he'd offered to help this fox, there was no going back. After all, didn't everyone have to go through the awkward stage of introductions. "Who are you?" he asked, almost with a play on a bow followed by a goofy smile. He wasn't sure how to uphold himself or how to display himself, but he rolled his shoulders back and waited for a response, more confident than not.
[[ Mascaron ]]
Setting- Dressing stables
In context to- Parzival
Unintentionally, Mascaron's near-black eyes moved themselves over the Hanoverian's face. She spoke to him in a delicate, almost hesitant voice. There was no doubt about it that she was strong. She appeared to be everything that he physically was not, but he made up for his lack of strength in witts. His eyes grazed slowly over her tail, woven tightly at the base, and then awkwardly, he swept his gaze back to her face, his own face flushing. "I'm Mascaron," he said, playing in the ground with his hoof as he stamped his feet. It was an awful habit he had when he was nervous, just as he might flick his tail when one made him angry. "If you can't see, I'm new here," he said, nearly laughing at the statement. I'm new here. Of course, numbskull. Mascaron wondered where the witts he'd thought he'd had disappeared to this time.
Setting- Her house; on the couch
In context to- Cherri
Delilah looked at Cherri curiously, head cocked, eyes squinted. "You have something more to say," she said, able to sense it. She was simply sure that Cherri wanted to say something more about how wonderful this Gavin guy was. Cherri was really showing it, but that wasn't the only reason why. Delilah was intelligent; she let off enough of her own body language to be able to read other's. "Me?" she asked. "A devil? No way, I'm an angel. Can't you see that little halo and those wings peeking out of my dress every day at school? Honestly Cherri, I'd think that someone like you would be more observant," she said. "My teachers seem to think I'm a blessing, but what do your's say about you?" Delilah teased back. Their conversations were all fun and games; taunt after taunt, droning about school, boyfriends, the mall, they were typical friends, but they weren't typical girls; typical humans. "A bunny attack?" asked Delilah, looking unbelieving. She knew how "rabid" Cherri could get, but Delilah knew how to be irritable, as sweet as she always came across. "Just remember I'm the one with claws," she laughed.
[[ Dingo ]]
Setting - The peak of a cliff, the sun is rising
In context to- Cookie
Dingo nearly bit his tongue in two as he left off where his lips were about to form a simple 'What is it?'. The cry of hunger, the cry of a hope for success in a hunting game rang out through the valley that was usually so restful, never a threaten residing to jump out at Dingo, or Cookie and Pookie for that matter in these last weeks. "Who's there?" asked Dingo. He stepped in from of Cookie, seeming to be very protective of her. He couldn't lose his first real love. This was almost exciting! Even so, his body was nearly thrown over with panic. There was an intruder, the unexpected, and he was threatening Cookie, Dingo, and even little Pookie's prey, not to mention their safety. Dingo had planned these valleys for he and Cookie's later life. Now what? He seemed a bit caught up in the moment, but at the same time, Dingo was frozen still. He couldn't see the intruder, but he longed to see him before the intruder could see Dingo. Dingo was struck with the panic of being lost. Not a physical thing, but a mental thing. Lost. He didn't know what to do.
[[ Danilo ]]
Setting - The swamp
In context to- Dusty
It took every gentlemanly bone in his body, and every ounce of effort, but somehow, Danilo managed not to laugh at the fae that sat before him, her large eyes fixed quizically on him. "I'm Danilo," he said awkwardly, less trimphant and heroic than he'd acted when he'd climbed up the tree, seemingly to her rescue. He'd seen how that had turned out. He longed to scamp down the trunk like a scared kitten and slowly migrate back to the forest, but Danilo knew that once he'd offered to help this fox, there was no going back. After all, didn't everyone have to go through the awkward stage of introductions. "Who are you?" he asked, almost with a play on a bow followed by a goofy smile. He wasn't sure how to uphold himself or how to display himself, but he rolled his shoulders back and waited for a response, more confident than not.
[[ Mascaron ]]
Setting- Dressing stables
In context to- Parzival
Unintentionally, Mascaron's near-black eyes moved themselves over the Hanoverian's face. She spoke to him in a delicate, almost hesitant voice. There was no doubt about it that she was strong. She appeared to be everything that he physically was not, but he made up for his lack of strength in witts. His eyes grazed slowly over her tail, woven tightly at the base, and then awkwardly, he swept his gaze back to her face, his own face flushing. "I'm Mascaron," he said, playing in the ground with his hoof as he stamped his feet. It was an awful habit he had when he was nervous, just as he might flick his tail when one made him angry. "If you can't see, I'm new here," he said, nearly laughing at the statement. I'm new here. Of course, numbskull. Mascaron wondered where the witts he'd thought he'd had disappeared to this time.
