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Post by Strike on Oct 2, 2005 22:09:17 GMT -5
He sighed and nodded to her. "You are a Kragarian. Heh, purely. A rare one too." he pointed to her hair. "None other that I have ever met or seen, let alone heard of; has that color. Your eyes match your fur. You aren't very well classified in a certain position, but I would gather youd family was no more than a noble, if even that. You honestly have had no clue about this?" A slight amusment expressed over Strike's face. He wanted to talk more about this. His mother explained everything to him as he grew up, now, in an odd way, Strike felt like the teacher. Now that was weird, but it was great there was another of their kinda. They all weren;t dead and the line could continue. They may not be gods now, and the humans may now worship a total new other, but the world still needed them.
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Post by Isis on Oct 2, 2005 22:35:17 GMT -5
Her mouth dropped open slightly, before she spoke in a rush. "No, not ever! I have never heard of a... Kragarian before..." She paused, thinking of the name. A Kragarian, even thinking of it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She wasn't just a strange nothing amongst the humans, she was of a different species. Eyes glowing even more, she couldn't help but move to Strike, embracing him. She had never felt so happy in her life, the lifelong question now answered. Coming back to her senses, she dropped her arms from around, once more her face turning slightly pink. "Sorry, its just..." She smiled. "I have been searching to the answer to what I am my whole life practically..." Her smile turned into a small grin. She couldn't even contain how happy she felt right now, it was so amazing. "But... What exactly is a Kragarian...?" She spoke, a somewhat confused look appearing on her face once again. She had never heard of a Kragarian before not until now, and knew not of what they were, what they could do, what the history of them was. So many questions whirled through her head at once that she wanted to ask, but let sit idle for the time.
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Post by Strike on Oct 3, 2005 15:31:51 GMT -5
Her sudden action took him by a slight surprise, yet he did not flinch at her touch. That was their nature, nothing was uncommon to them or kept distantly; scent, touch, whatever. To each other, a natural comfort was placed, well that's what Strike had grown up with anyways. Normally a Kragarian would know such things, but she grew differently so it was not epected of her. Strike still gave a grin at her new found happiness, he could sense the energy flowing off her. "All in good time. Kragarians are one of nature's best gifts to the world, something that can never die and the legends will continue. We're eternal, and need to keep it that way. But all in all, think of us as a form of wolf. Just for now. You'll learn that we are more later on." Strike gave a quick look to Wolf, with a smile of course. The wolf returned the look and seemed to grin, his tail wagging uncontrolably.
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Post by Isis on Oct 3, 2005 17:09:29 GMT -5
"A wolf..." She said softly to herself, looking down at what must have been a wolf that he had also called so by name. It was confusing in a way, she didn't see any resemblance between herself and a wolf at all, the only sign of difference coming from that occasional shield like violet bubble around herself. Eyes going somewhat blank as everything went through her head, she looked up at Strike once again after a moment. "You say I- we, are like wolves, yet I haven't ever seen anything about me that resembles a wolf... I have heard of 'werewolves' before, but if a Kragarian is anything like them, I don't think I could be one, I mean, I can't picture myself..." She dropped off in mid sentence, eyes widening slightly. She had seen horror movies of such creatures, and to picture transforming into one was quite a chilling thought. They seemed so viciouse... But then, a Kragarian was different, it had to be, since all that she had heard of from werewolves was they transformed at the full moon, and she had no reaction to the moon expert thinking it was beautiful, and alot of people seemed to think that of the moon...
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Post by Strike on Oct 3, 2005 18:25:01 GMT -5
Strike gave a frown to all this and sighed once more. "Ah, like I said. All in due time. You can't expect to take it all on all at once. It'll take some time explaining it all to you." Strike spoke, but it was also him thinking to himself in a way. "We'll find your wolf some time in the near future. She can't be too far, it's a small world after all." Some of this was slightly a mummble, but once more Strike brought his hand up to his chin in a form of thought mode. This was a form he had grown quite accustomed to over time. "Until then, tell me, where do you think werewolves came from? How it all started?" he displayed another grin but began to look side to side. "You know, standing here and chatting in the street like so is not a wise choice. Think we can move this to somewhere else?"
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Post by Isis on Oct 3, 2005 18:29:04 GMT -5
"Ah, yes, where do you want to go?" She said, glancing around as he had done. She saw only a few other people in the streets, talking about who knew what, but that was it. Turning back to Strike, her eyes still bright with so many unasked questions. "Well, to quickly answer your question, I dont know, I haven't really looked into the study of werewolves, I mean, they were always thought of as fantasy creatures by everyone..." She gave a small laugh but quickly covered it. It would be rather rude to call them fantasy creatures when obviously they weren't. proven now by the man who was standing in front of her. Not that he was a werewolf, but he has said he was something close to one...
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Post by Strike on Oct 4, 2005 19:20:05 GMT -5
Strike gave a short shrug and glanced around a bit. "I am still unsure of this place all in all. Maybe if we walked until we found somewhere that we would find suitable?" he took a hand out of his pocket and gestured for them to begin walking down the street. Giving a quick grin he pressed on the conversation. "Well, continuing on, humans are niave. Very much so. Werewolves aren't fantasy and you'll soon learn that. I'm sure there has to be some hidden in this city somewhere." Well, maybe there was. Who know? Well, more than likely anyways.
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Post by Isis on Oct 4, 2005 19:30:21 GMT -5
"Really? Wow..." She said softly before nodding, and starting to walk down the street with Strike. "Ah, we we could go back to my apartment, its not very far from here, and I don't live with anyone," Isis, glanced over to Strike, looking to see if he wanted to go with that plan. It was the only place she could think of in the city that a conversation would be safe from unwanted ears. Unless of coarse he had a place he was staying that was closer. Either way, she wanted to hear what he had to say as soon as possible, she had so many questions taht she wanted to ask.
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Post by Strike on Oct 4, 2005 20:19:30 GMT -5
A typical may have found this offer to be something else entirely. But, staying within his nature, Strike thought nothing more of it that a good place to sit and talk; their goal. So he gave a nod. "That sounds good. But I am afraid to say that the information I hold may take longer than one night to explain to you." his tone lowered, not threatening like, but more of an apology way. "It's a whole history you have missed out on, and details none the less that take up many books...if there were any." he gave a short laugh.
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Post by Isis on Oct 4, 2005 21:18:43 GMT -5
Eyes widening slightly, Isis couldn't manage to say anything. She was of an intricit species, and she never even knew about it. It almost hurt to know that she had grown up thinking she was just strange and wasn't different from anyone else, when really she was. They walked in silence for some time before turning a corner into a slightly smaller street. Withen a few more steps they were standing infront of a larger black door which entered into a large apartment building. Its outside didn't look to shabby, but not the prettiest thing either. "Well, this is it," She said, opening the door and walking in. Reaching towards the end of the hallway, the walked up a set of stairs and down another hallway before arriving at a door with the numbers '233' on it. Opening the door to the room, Isis stepped back to let Strike in. "It's not much..." She said softly, letting her own eyes move over the main room. It had a couch farther in with a tv infront of it as well as a small kitchen attatched in the corner. Another door was off to the left, which entered into the bedroom, as well as another door next to that that led to the bathroom. It was ture it wasn't big, but it was something.
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Post by Strike on Oct 5, 2005 19:55:50 GMT -5
Strike followed her all the way looking at the surroundings along his way. As she held the door he took a step in but walked no further within. "Well, it's something. Better than the mess I live in. 3 guys in one apartment with one living room is not very suitable. Plus a wolf to add to it. A Kragarian, a Wishmaster Djinn and a weremouse with the possibility of rabies." Once more Strike's hands foudn his pockets and he looked around the place with his silver eyes, grinning.
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Post by Isis on Oct 5, 2005 20:44:21 GMT -5
Isis smiled slightly at his comment, how obserde it was, yet really not. "Yeah, well, its something, and it works for me..." She closed the door behind him, walking over to the kitchen. "Feel free to sit anywhere, and do you want anything to drink?" She asked, grabbing two glasses off the shelve, and opening the fridge to get the britta which was filled with water. There was also some orange juice, two bottles of beer, some random sodas and milk.
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Post by Strike on Oct 6, 2005 21:06:44 GMT -5
"No that is alright." He responded almost at the same speed she had asked. Working his way over to the couch, Strike looked around more carefully, just out of curiosity. Upon reaching it, he sat down and braced his elbows in his knees, slightly leaning foward, but not much. Thoughts ran through his mind, mostly the order of what he should tell her and also how much he should tell her. She onyl found out this night what she was, took it well, but he never knew how well she would take much more. Slowly was going to be the main key. Well so he thought. History would be the best.
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Post by Isis on Oct 6, 2005 21:13:42 GMT -5
Putting the glass back she had pulled out for Strike, Isis walked back to the couch, sitting down on the other side than him, crossing one leg over the other. They waited for some time in silence, Isis being unsure what to say first, to many things running through her mind. It would be better to let him explain everything to her first, one at a time in a more understanding way than the questions were now poping up in her head. Taking a sip of her water before setting the glass down on the table, Isis leaned back and glanced over at Atrike.
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Post by Strike on Oct 9, 2005 20:49:14 GMT -5
((Atrike?? LMAO))
Taking in a sigh, Strike had already been leaning foward, otherwise he would have thrown himself foward at this point. Instead he spoke. "Alright. So you said you could create a shield right?" He took a monor second to think. "Can you demonstrate it by chance?" This was not the way he had been expecting to start, he wanted to only talk with her and explain things much easier. But no, the magical abilities came out of his mouth first, before he could think about what he wanted to say.
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