Posts by Rhymingverse

OPINIONS & CHOICES IC / "SPEECH" / BUMP THREADS AFTER 2 DAYS
THIS PAGE IS A WORK IN PROGRESS SO SORRY ABOUT THAT AAA

The ideal of floating isles was simply one that attracted many a thought. What could be up there? Who, and why? The youth should be more concerned for his own health and the distinct lack of capability to find food, but it wasn't something that troubled his muddled mind. Though the bruise was hidden well by the long, soft fur of the kitten, it was clear his head had been hit multiple times recently simply by the stumbling way he walked and the occasional lack of focus in his eyes. It was indeed nothing serious, but when one was a clumbsy kitten it meant you fell quite a lot. He indeed fell more than quite a lot, often tumbling into rocks or trees as he both ran from strange sights and ran towards familiar scents.

Most recently his fumbling had taken him to a large patch of mud, which drenched heavily on his long-furred coat and weighed his tail down. Now, it didn't drag behind him, but it might as well be doing the such with how low it was hung. It was also perhaps a side effect of this muddiness that his fluffy ears hung low and a majority of his scent concealed. Now, the kitten really knew not of what he was doing, but certainly one of his age shouldn't be away from his mother. Finally reaching the stairway that had caught his ever-changing, yet dull attention, the small and absurdly fluffy feline began to climb up the steps. It took him quite a while, but somehow he had managed to make it to the top without falling off. Indeed a rarity, but a good rarity nonetheless.

Even if he hadn't been noticed yet his trespassing- though unintentional- would likely be noticed now. He had left small imprints of tiny, muddy pawprints on the stairs behind him, though they faded overtime as the mud itself would be detected more and more from his form. Sitting down for mere moments, he seemed to be dazed out once more, focus completely gone from his eyes as he had finished his task. Standing up with a sudden energy children possessed, he picked a random direction and started walking, greenish orbs moving slowly in his sockets as he processed the scenery around him slower than he could explore it, leading to much confusion on his part. Occasionally his little noise, dark in color, would flick and twitch as he sniffed for both familiar scents and strange ones. In fact, this whole place- the interior of the territory- was a strange scent. Which way was he supposed to run if the scent extended all around him?

Sitting down once more, the dazed feline seemed very confused. Eyes weren't alert, but ears and nose were, despite his mud-covered state. Perhaps if he could just focus for a bit, maybe he'd be able to decipher the strange scent that he had believed to be the first to discover. He would likely think otherwise if his head was more clear, but that was not the case. He really didn't mind being in such a daze from tumbling and tripping so often, he couldn't exactly help having large, easy-to-trip-over paws and long feathers on his paws! Feathering, a biological term, was when fur extended over the paws or the back of the leg and stood out. It was most common on horses, but it seemed to be present on the kitten. For now, he'd sit and stay seated, ears raised up about halfway as they listened for any familiar or strange sounds. The weight of mud on them kept them from being all the way perked, but the youth really didn't think of wiping the mud off.

\\this is my first post ever on this site so I hope it's alright, aaa---
I really don't know what to put in the title so unh. yep. skitters off to go keep working on the smol's art.

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The youth had been so lost in the world of scents that it was only the stranger's voice that brought the kitten's attention back to the visible realm. Blinking his eyes perhaps four times in a rapid succession, the feline shook his head as he reset his senses. Now, he wasn't shaking his head no to the question, but it could possibly be taken that way. Rhy was certainly a fain of rainstorms and mud, and generally didn't mind it's presence. Though, this could possibly be due to the dazed state that had taken him for the most part.

For appearance, the feline was sturdily built and obviously on a short side. Long fur coated the feline, and though obviously heavy, it seems he didn't mind the heat it preserved and held. In fact, fur even protruded a bit off of his ears, like that of a bobcat's or lynx's ears, while for comparison he had quite a long tail. Green eyes matched either brown or grey tabby fur- the roleplayer was indecisive as all hell- quite nicely with a bit of a comparison, but no scars or any edgy things of the sort were upon the figure. It was merely a kitten at best, though it was likely that if he weren't so covered in mud it'd be easier to tell what exactly could fluff up a lot. It was likely he was a very fluffy kitten, judging by the overall amount of fur.

Alas, he was not easily shocked, and stared at the stranger who had approached. The words that had been said repeated inside of the youth's head, and he just then got their meaning. After all, he had to refocus. In fact, the kitten seemed too much of being in a daze to even realize the possible danger that others brought. There were indeed many dangers Rhy could name, but at the moment not even the faintest hint of any of them came to mind. He'd stand on unshaking legs, blinking a few more times, and finally made a more recognizable movement. Taking a few sure steps towards the one who had asked a question, the youth would flick his ears- they still only went up halfway- and speak in a dazed, broken voice.

"Un-huh. You.. self?" The pauses between each sound were quite obvious, and the words were spoken slowly when they were managed to be said. A likely culprit of this was the combination of the child's youth and the dazed, weary state they were in. However, this time they didn't seem unbothered by their afflicted actions. In fact, the kitten seemed perhaps a bit offended or shocked at how poorly his self was speaking, for he took pride in his voice. Well, it wasn't really all that pride-deserving, being a childish voice with a childish tone and childish volume, but Rhy considered it important all the same.

//aaa! thank you.

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(smol bump because I finally gotmy avatar up and it's terribad quality and it makes me sad)

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He was of a mysterious background indeed, though perhaps it had something to due with the fact the feline was wandering so far from where he should be. Perhaps it was also something to do with the daze the feline found himself in, but really it wasn't exactly orphaned. His mother was indeed alive, though if she was somewhere accessible or anywhere near here was something questionable. His father, on the other hand, died before his litter had been born in order to protect a dear friend of his. That was what Rhy knew of him, and despite his age Rhy respected him for that. Respect, indeed, was something the kitten was in the least bit educated in. Always a good trait, really.

A question had been asked, and this time it was fully processed the moment it was spoken. The youth fumbled with his mouth, muttering many muddled words in an attempt to prep for his statement, but he couldn't get his diction quite right. Indeed, it seems his speech was off and fuzzy, his daze preventing the proper ques weren't being sent from his brain to his mouth. Nothing serious again, but alas in this stage of weariness it was something the normally talkative feline wasn't capable of speaking the speech. Taking in a deep breath, he shortened his answers drastically.

"...yes.." He'd manage to state, ears lowering a bit as he tried to recall what he'd say next. His name. Rhyme. Obviously, a simple one to state! "..Rye.. no,.. rhy... no. Rye. Mem. A.. gain, 'tis... wrong." He'd struggle to speak, pausing between each word. Such an embarrassment! How could he stand speaking like this? He was about to mentally scold himself, before noticing that the two new figures weren't feline. In fact, they were creatures he had one either heard of in legend, and another heard only in warning. Green eyes widening, the feline would stumble over to the kitsune with a shaken gate, having seemingly lost the steadiness he had before, before reaching out and attempting to poke it with a muddied paw. It couldn't be madness, could it? He had to check to see if it was real. Successful or not, the youth would go over to the wolf next, attempting to do the same.

// aaaa hello friendo

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//aaa another bump

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The feline youth first looked to Yuki, ears falling quite a bit. He was not offended by Mie's action of moving away, as well, it was really not something he figured he should be offended about. Or perhaps he didn't even register his failed action, too concerned with processing the other things present in his head. The noting of another's name; now, that was very important! He'd give a little nod of his head, before his eyes unfocused once again. Yuki. He had heard that name before, hadn't he? Indeed, his mother told a story of one called Yuki once, though their name only had the Yuki in it. What a strange occurrence, widely coincidental. He might had pondered it if his attention hadn't gone to Mie's question.

Home. Such a beautiful place- though, to him his home was with mother. They weren't exactly one for sticking to one place, travelling to the places where prey might be best. Flicking his ears, he'd think hard of where he last saw her, able to conjure a blurry image inside of his own head. He pondered why his sight was so bad, not connecting it to the daze he was in, and stumbled over to a nearby tree and patted it. "..birch.." He'd say the word with a hint of a slur, though the tree he patted was very much not a birch tree. He just didn't want to listen to his own voice, as it was so strange! He didn't like it being so estranged.

//heck sorry for the delay

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He may not be doing the finest job, but he was certainly trying his best. His best was quite a lot of effort for the state he was in at the moment. The youth was completely willing to put through this effort, as well.. it was certainly something that needed to get communicated across. A small sound indeed took Rhy's attention from the tree, the feline's gaze going from the object to Nathaniel with a confused look. He gave a small nod, before looking around at the scene around him.

Perhaps it was in that direction? No, no. He'd turn his head a few more, rotating on the spot as he tried to recall which direction he came from. The stairway was.. that way, right? He'd raise both a leg and a paw to point off in the completely wrong direction, entrusting his sense of direction to help him here. Usually it would, as it was considerably a good one, but in his current state he really couldn't figure it out. The kitten would then stand on all four legs once again, looking once more at the group of strangers.

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so I'm still very new to the site and I suppose you do this to get plots?
hmn. alrighty, gonna list off eventual plots

+ get actors(the rude mechanicals + groundlings) for william shakespeare's 'play within a play' scene from a midsummer night's dream so that we can dO THAT HECK
+ adoption?
+ friends.
+ books?
+ begin the process of booping e v e r y o n e.
+ introduce a concept of honor b/c this character should be pretty honorable. eventually. [tm.]

yeah umh, I suppose that's what I'm supposed to say. any of y'all wanna plot? c:

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that'd be cool! expect to get poked though. quite a bit.

hmn- I don't really want to do private threads with the child quite yet, are you fine with that? I'm gonna make an open thread soon[tm] but I don't know what it's gonna ba about quite yet. I do have a plan, though. 'tis be a good plan.

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//boop

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//another bump

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//buuumppp

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//this fell behind again so buuummmp

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