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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/16/2007 6:02 PM

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Glacial Draculi

((Saihyou, Female Glacial Draculi))

The draculi padded through the dark halls of the Cathedral. Though this place was now considered ruins, she found it was still held together just enough to be considered a building by her. The darkness of the place made her feel welcome here, strangly more so than it did at home. She had needed some time alone, so she had just walked out of the little meadow that her and many others called home. She wanted to explore, and she didn't bother telling anyone, becouse that would take up time, and she didn't really like to talk to anyone, anyways. And what reason would they have for worrying about her? Some would even be glad she was gone, even for one day.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/16/2007 6:46 PM

As she walked down the halls, she found herself wondering what kind of place this was when it newly built. It was probably very beautiful, like all cathedrals, but knowing the darkness and hint of evil here, it might not have been. The Draculi wondered through hallways, occasionly peeking her head into rooms, seeing if any are fit to explore. She wasn't finding much, but she was sure she would find something sometime. She had always liked to explore. of course the others of her little 'family' didn't know that becouse she didn't really talk to them that much.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/16/2007 6:52 PM

Finaly she found a room that she considered worth exploring. It was a dark room, for the window seemed to have caved in leaving no room for much light to shine in, and it seemed to be a bit big. It had a few boxes and such, so must have been used for storage or something in use. And wow, everything looked so old. She just wanted to find out what was stored in this room, with those boxes. The problem was, they did NOT look easy to brake open.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/16/2007 7:21 PM

Creeping into the room, she noticed that their were more boxes than she first saw, hidden behind some others. She found the one that looked the most easy to fall apart, and started trying to dig into it. By most easy, it did not mean very easy. THis was pretty hard, and she desided that they were smarter with storing back then, and did not use materials that could decay or decay easily for storing preciase items. Then the thought of the extra protecion for storing preciease items made her try to dig in more, wondering what would be in this box, and judging by the mangled stated of it, it was probably the oldest or the most used. If its used, that would make it more precies she was thinking, becouse it would be important.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/16/2007 8:09 PM

After making no progress in digging through the unidentified material, she desided to try a differednt approch to opening it. She leaped onto another box right beside it, that was a tad shorter than the one she was working on, from here, she tried to find how this box was put together. Was there a lid? Was it upside down, with the lid on the bottom? THat would be a problem. It was so rugged that she couldn't tell a crack from a corner hardly, and that was sad. Sniffing around, she started tugging at random cracks in the material with her claws, hoping that part would come off like a lid
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Cynder » 09/17/2007 5:30 AM

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((Overcast, Void Tali, Male))


Behind two of the largest boxes, large purple eyes watched the Draculi's progress. If you could call it progress. The Tali snorted softly and shifted slightly, making a slight sweeping sound on the ground. He began to back away, afraid he had caught her attention.


I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
they fall far below
I let my music take me where
my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never


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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/17/2007 5:32 AM

This really wasn't going to work, she had figured out. She would have to try something else.. She paced around the box, thinking of what would open it. She didn't see any key hole, or anything that would make it looke like it could open. But why would they have just big squares of material? There had to be something in it...
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/17/2007 5:37 AM

she started looking around the room for a crowbar, or anything that its strength and hers together would open the box. This wasn't likely, but you never know what you might find in an old cathedral. She looked for a bit, then out of no where, ran over and pounced on the box, trying to dig her claws into the top. She found herself glad no one was there... at least not that she knew of. SHe felt like she looked like the saddest thing one might see.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Cynder » 09/17/2007 5:43 AM

Concluding that she could not see him, the Tali went back to watching the sad little Draculi. If only she knew what was in the boxes, she wouldn't be trying to break them open. Should he help her? Cast watched her struggle for a moment with a crack in the wood, making small grunting sounds as she did so. A toothy grin split his muzzle. He'd rather watch the fun.

I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
they fall far below
I let my music take me where
my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never


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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/17/2007 5:47 AM

The Duraculi backed away and glared at the box. She wondered around the room abit, then pounced once more. After repeating this a few times, she finily seemed to give up. She sat a few yards away from the box, and glared at it panting. It was useless. Maby Emerald would beable to open it, but then again, Emerald was at home, and anyways, Sai had never been one to ask for help. She knew she could do anything alone that others could. THat thought was ingrained in her head. But she still now just sat there panting.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Cynder » 09/17/2007 5:52 AM

Feeling happier than he had in days, the Tali stood up and stretched. Still hidden behind the boxes, he stalked across the room to behind the Draculii. He was pretty impressed she'd kept at that box for a while. Maybe eventually she'd even put a hole in it. He sighed. In the old days he would have helped her. Showed her a strategy. But that was then. Now...


Overcast leaped up onto a crate and into the rafters. He had nothing more to do here.


I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
they fall far below
I let my music take me where
my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never


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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/17/2007 5:55 AM

Feeling a slight precence behind her, the duraculi quicly turned around. She had a way of doing that, feeling like something was there, when she wasn't focused on anything. She looked around, but did not see anything right behind her. She growled and started looking around the room, in all directions. What was there... What was watching her?
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Cynder » 09/17/2007 6:00 AM

Bit by bit, the Tali began to walk foreward on the rafters. The Draculi had noticed he was there. Big deal. He leaped onto a slightly shaky beam. He'd be long gone by the time she realized he was in the rafters.


All of a sudden, the beam cracked, sending Cast-along with a mountain of dust and wood-tumbling right onto Saihyou.


I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
they fall far below
I let my music take me where
my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never


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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/17/2007 6:03 AM

Sai  gasped as the dust and such  fell upon her. She quicly shook herself free and ran out of the mess. Once she was clear, she turned around and looked. A void tali had droped from the rafters. What was a tali doing in the rafters in the first place? Not many of them would like to be in places so high. She shook her head, and sat there, waiting for the tali to come to.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Knightdaniru » 09/20/2007 10:31 PM

Seeing how the Tali had yet to get up, Sai slowly walked over and nudged him with her nose. She wasn't usually out going, and would rather get out of an area befor the person woke up, but she couldn't help but sence some similarty she had with him. She wondered how many others he lived with. If any, she wondered how much they knew about him. She knew for sure her 'family' didn't know much about her. She never talked to them. She wondered how often the tali talked, becouse he was so good at being silent.... There were alot of things she wondered. Curiosity could sure kill her if it wanted to.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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