Life had grown quiet — and quietude did not suit the lavish starlet well! In an attempt to stave off boredom, Indie had taken to finding different ways to entertain herself; from bossing around those she came across to finessing her pelagic swimming so that it would not fall below her own standards — and when Indie couldn’t lash her long legs in the ocean waters [strong enough to churn entirely new currents], she sought out freshwater sources and reveled in those. A love of the water had been instilled within her, and that was not so easily lost!
When she was not swimming, the vaudevillian was developing her fishing talents [an ability which required a different tact than that used to hunt land prey] — and when she wasn’t sating her appetite, the dark woman could be found practicing the language of the forgotten sirens, reciting the words and phrases Kalika had taught her during their reciprocal lessons and tasting the sounds on her quicksilver tongue. Oh, how she had missed those sounds! Often times her repetition viva voce would transition into song and then she would drill her modulation; and yes it may all have seemed fun, but it was all in the name of self improvement.
That evening, the vaudevillian was enjoying [what had come to be] her favorite location of her recent vagrancy. The grotto was nestled inland, far from where river ran into the sea. Still the sea’s tide pushed forth and hollowed out a cavity in the bedrock, where the brackish waters edified and life along the water’s edge stilled. It was often that the woman stalked about the shores of the grotto, catlike in her movements and loud of voice, making her own merriment amongst the nothingness of the ravine; and it was there that the woman stalked about right then, as the sun began its grand descent behind the island’s peaks. The twilight called to her, so she tilted her chin so that her lips brushed the sky and her voice thrummed from deep in her chest as she sang.
“For the night, it was black and silver.
With the moon shine right across the water.
And there's a glitter kaleidoscope
Spilling into the eyes that glide to heavens
There's a mirror of magnificent feelings,
And we must toast to the heart of it all.
To you my friends, and to this moon.
Back to you now, back to the moon.”
When she was not swimming, the vaudevillian was developing her fishing talents [an ability which required a different tact than that used to hunt land prey] — and when she wasn’t sating her appetite, the dark woman could be found practicing the language of the forgotten sirens, reciting the words and phrases Kalika had taught her during their reciprocal lessons and tasting the sounds on her quicksilver tongue. Oh, how she had missed those sounds! Often times her repetition viva voce would transition into song and then she would drill her modulation; and yes it may all have seemed fun, but it was all in the name of self improvement.
That evening, the vaudevillian was enjoying [what had come to be] her favorite location of her recent vagrancy. The grotto was nestled inland, far from where river ran into the sea. Still the sea’s tide pushed forth and hollowed out a cavity in the bedrock, where the brackish waters edified and life along the water’s edge stilled. It was often that the woman stalked about the shores of the grotto, catlike in her movements and loud of voice, making her own merriment amongst the nothingness of the ravine; and it was there that the woman stalked about right then, as the sun began its grand descent behind the island’s peaks. The twilight called to her, so she tilted her chin so that her lips brushed the sky and her voice thrummed from deep in her chest as she sang.
“For the night, it was black and silver.
With the moon shine right across the water.
And there's a glitter kaleidoscope
Spilling into the eyes that glide to heavens
There's a mirror of magnificent feelings,
And we must toast to the heart of it all.
To you my friends, and to this moon.
Back to you now, back to the moon.”
“what a lovely day" says the butcher as she raises her arm
May 25, 2017, 08:23 AM
Ty meandered, then she meandered some more. She found herself getting close to Blacktail Deer Plateau again, so she changed course and went to the coast, dipping her toes in the sand for a little while. But even that lost its charm, and she headed toward fresh water that she could drink. Soon enough, she was near a ravine with fresh-flowing water, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon for the night.
Then, slowly, the small light-pulsing bugs began to dot the world around her. That was fun enough, but when a curious voice rose out of seemingly nowhere and began to sing, Ty's attention was really caught. It was a pretty voice, and it seemed only natural to find the source. With light steps, the lone wolf made her way toward the song.
When she found the singer, she stayed back, allowing the song to end naturally without interruption. When the last note dissipated into the surrounding fairy-like world, Tytonidae stepped out from the shadows and spoke. "That was a lovely song," she praised, a smile upon her visage. "I'm Tytonidae." Because introductions are important, dammit.
Then, slowly, the small light-pulsing bugs began to dot the world around her. That was fun enough, but when a curious voice rose out of seemingly nowhere and began to sing, Ty's attention was really caught. It was a pretty voice, and it seemed only natural to find the source. With light steps, the lone wolf made her way toward the song.
When she found the singer, she stayed back, allowing the song to end naturally without interruption. When the last note dissipated into the surrounding fairy-like world, Tytonidae stepped out from the shadows and spoke. "That was a lovely song," she praised, a smile upon her visage. "I'm Tytonidae." Because introductions are important, dammit.
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As her song ended and the final notes evanesced into the atmosphere, Indie was made aware of another in her presence— an audience.
"That was a lovely song,” the voice spoke.
The chanteuse turned her head and craned her neck to glimpse a women, black of fur and with striking eyes, just as she had; but the stranger was fine and small where Indie was large and buxom — and Indie’s could not help but allow the edges of her lips to turn up in a smile. She loved an audience, especially one that adulated her performance as this one did.
”Thank you,” Indie chimed in the same sing-song voice as before. Old habits were hard to kick. ”I’m Indie.”
Then, without warning, the siren lunged towards the waters of the ravine and swiped a paw at its bejeweled surface, sending up a curtain of water that wetted Indie and got in her eyes — temporary blinded, Indie did not see if the water had reached Tytonidae nor the stranger’s reaction to such unwarranted playfulness. Often, Indie would do unexpected things in the name of gauging another’s reaction and pinpointing their persona, but [this time] the action stemmed from playful wishes and a sense of light heartedness. Good-natured laughter pealed from Indie’s throat, hoping to set a upbeat tone for their interaction and wishing that her desires would be returned.
"That was a lovely song,” the voice spoke.
The chanteuse turned her head and craned her neck to glimpse a women, black of fur and with striking eyes, just as she had; but the stranger was fine and small where Indie was large and buxom — and Indie’s could not help but allow the edges of her lips to turn up in a smile. She loved an audience, especially one that adulated her performance as this one did.
”Thank you,” Indie chimed in the same sing-song voice as before. Old habits were hard to kick. ”I’m Indie.”
Then, without warning, the siren lunged towards the waters of the ravine and swiped a paw at its bejeweled surface, sending up a curtain of water that wetted Indie and got in her eyes — temporary blinded, Indie did not see if the water had reached Tytonidae nor the stranger’s reaction to such unwarranted playfulness. Often, Indie would do unexpected things in the name of gauging another’s reaction and pinpointing their persona, but [this time] the action stemmed from playful wishes and a sense of light heartedness. Good-natured laughter pealed from Indie’s throat, hoping to set a upbeat tone for their interaction and wishing that her desires would be returned.
“what a lovely day" says the butcher as she raises her arm
May 31, 2017, 08:25 AM
The other introduced herself as Indie, and Ty was about to continue the conversation when—out of nowhere—she was splashed with water. She bristled for a split second, but upon hearing the joyful laughter and seeing the light-hearted body language of the other girl, Ty quickly changed her attitude and smacked the water with her paw as well, sending a sheet of water flying in Indie's direction.
"Singer. Splasher. What other lovely talents do you possess?" Ty teased, genuinely happy to meet somebody who seemed a little bit more light-hearted than so many she'd met during her travels. It reminded her of her youth, when things had been simple, easy, and fun.
"Singer. Splasher. What other lovely talents do you possess?" Ty teased, genuinely happy to meet somebody who seemed a little bit more light-hearted than so many she'd met during her travels. It reminded her of her youth, when things had been simple, easy, and fun.
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To Indie’s delight, the mysterious femme entertained her playful desires and returned her splash, sending a sheet of water back towards the vaudevillian. There was a childish squeal of delight on Indie’s part, turning her head from the water so that her neck and buxom chest took the brunt force of the droplets. Indie was not opposed to wetness as she once was; now, instead, she welcomed it and loved the water for the power it gave unto her. Salt water or not — the woman now understood the role the ocean and all waters in the world played in their lives. Not that Indie was as devout as Akantha or Kalika had been or anything. Actually…
“Siren.” It was not a skill per se, but Indie amended Ty's list with a curious notch of her brow, as if Indie could not understand how the dark woman [with an appearance so similar to her own] had left that part of the alliteration out. In truth, Indie had never made it rose to the rank of a Nereides siren, but that was no matter. Who was around to tell Tytonidae [or Indie herself] otherwise? Indie was a woman who created her own reality, a woman who did not submit to the lot that life handed her. If she had, Indie would have amounted to nothing more than an orphan raised amongst criminals — even a criminal herself.
Then, without explanation, she continued. Some things were best left unexplained, if not for anything other than the simple want of intrigue. ”You’re not a bad splasher yourself,” the vixen commented, enthused by her cohort. ”Who are you?"
“Siren.” It was not a skill per se, but Indie amended Ty's list with a curious notch of her brow, as if Indie could not understand how the dark woman [with an appearance so similar to her own] had left that part of the alliteration out. In truth, Indie had never made it rose to the rank of a Nereides siren, but that was no matter. Who was around to tell Tytonidae [or Indie herself] otherwise? Indie was a woman who created her own reality, a woman who did not submit to the lot that life handed her. If she had, Indie would have amounted to nothing more than an orphan raised amongst criminals — even a criminal herself.
Then, without explanation, she continued. Some things were best left unexplained, if not for anything other than the simple want of intrigue. ”You’re not a bad splasher yourself,” the vixen commented, enthused by her cohort. ”Who are you?"
“what a lovely day" says the butcher as she raises her arm
June 29, 2017, 10:26 AM
Siren. Siren? Tytonidae thought she had heard the word before, but she couldn't put a definition to it. She squinted at Indie for another moment, but didn't bother to ask. If the siren wanted to elaborate, she could do that of her own volition. As for the question... that was a more complicated one. Considering Tytonidae had already given out her name, she assumed Indie wanted to know who she was, not just what she was called.
"Eighty percent wandering soul. Fifteen percent disappointment. Five percent independent," she replied wryly, mocking only herself in the process. She had, after all, been a disappointment to her siblings, to Summer, and she assumed to her father as well.
"Eighty percent wandering soul. Fifteen percent disappointment. Five percent independent," she replied wryly, mocking only herself in the process. She had, after all, been a disappointment to her siblings, to Summer, and she assumed to her father as well.
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July 18, 2017, 03:10 PM
Tytondiae’s response was unexpected and Indie made every effort to wilt at the girl’s self-deprecation — perhaps it was Indie’s overinflated sense of self, but she could not imagine what it would feel like to be a disappointment. Indie was Indie, and she was pretty sure that she disappointed no one. It must be so… sad.
It was clear that the dark soul had been mocking herself in jest, but still Indie looked up at her with big, doleful eyes. “Now, I don’t think you’re being entirely fair to yourself.” she admitted, drawing a step nearer and letting the tinkle of the water’s movement register in her faculties. "You haven’t disappointed me."
It was clear that the dark soul had been mocking herself in jest, but still Indie looked up at her with big, doleful eyes. “Now, I don’t think you’re being entirely fair to yourself.” she admitted, drawing a step nearer and letting the tinkle of the water’s movement register in her faculties. "You haven’t disappointed me."
“what a lovely day" says the butcher as she raises her arm
July 19, 2017, 10:25 AM
"Oh, naw," Ty protested, "I didn't mean it like that." She really wasn't interested in getting into the specifics, and it had only been meant as a humorous, off-hand, self-deprecating comment. While Tytonidae wouldn't make fun of others, she would gladly use herself for comedy whenever she felt the need. Ty wagged her tail to solidify her statement.
"You're kind to say that, though!" Ty added, not wanting to completely brush off the compliment Indie had given her. "Do you live nearby? I haven't decided if I'm going to stick around or not..."
"You're kind to say that, though!" Ty added, not wanting to completely brush off the compliment Indie had given her. "Do you live nearby? I haven't decided if I'm going to stick around or not..."
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