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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:20 pm
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Puck was having a good day. He was out wondering the forests, chasing the birds one moment and letting them perch on his little leafy wings the next. He was like that. Some might call him crazy, some might call him chaotic, still others would say he was just a general pain in the backend. Puck liked to think he was the balance to the world and a the joy to offset the sorrow. He certainly was joyful today. The sun was bright, and his tails flicked here and there as he walked almost as if they were writhing snakes. They never moved in the same direction either.
Puck was absorbed in watching everything at once. The world fascinated him it always had and probably always would. The simple miracles of the way things worked were so wonderful, so delightful, and every so often fun to give a tweek so things did not get boring. One of the fae's tails managed to wrap around a stick and while it waved about now so did the stick with it's many leaves acting like a banner. Just as he noticed the little banner that he'd picked up, Puck also noticed what appeared to be someone's home and grinned. Company! "GOOD MORNING TO YOU! GOOD MORNING TO YOU! GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING TO YOU!" His voice was a tad singsongy and very cheerful
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:17 pm
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Meritamon stopped in her steps as the rather loud, and startlingly jovial Fae made his presence known. A delicate golden eyebrow raised as she watched him approach with his 'flag' held high. She sat down, her own tails began to sway softly and would crackle every now and again. Luckily the area wasnt bone dry, else she would have to extinguish some small fire. And not for the first time either, nor the last no doubt.
Thankfully nothing caught on fire, except for her branch wings, which she ignored completely as she watched the male with mild interest.
Meritamon bowed her head ever so softly, in her own form of greeting "Good Morning jovial stranger..." she said with amusement in her voice, which was deep and almost sultry in nature, like she would make an excellent soul singer should she choose the profession. or maybe she already was, with her it was hard to say.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 3:54 pm
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 9:36 pm
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