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Bazira :: Level 1 :: 0 Posts


Oh what sweet sad irony was this in Idalani?  A small, less than enthusiastic, Lykuhna lay perched low on a tree limb of a rather short tree parallel to a steep drop off.  Her gaze drifted out and steadied on one of the many frequent rainbows cast far out over the rocky mountains in the distance.  A sigh escaped her woeful body as she slowly placed her head on her folded paws.  She looked as though she hadn't eaten in days ... and she hadn't.  In fact, unless someone forced it down her throat, the poor dear hadn't made a move to eat in months.  Her ragged body was (barely) functioning on a few scraps of food and small doses of water.

She was one of the unlucky who had fallen hard from Love's gentle embrace, and was still falling it seemed.  A trusted friendship turned love... only to have the end result be disastrous.  A glint of hatred swirled with pain was not easily overlooked in her golden eyes.  She furrowed her brow and growled angrily with clenched teeth as she recalled the tragic love story over and over again in her head.  No matter how hard she had tried to dislodge it from her thoughts, it haunted her so.  Live, love, and forget ... what a crock...  It was more like Live, Love, and suffer for all eternity on what could have been but wasn't!  Or what should have happened - in her book.

She hated him!  Absolute, pure, untainted hate!  How could he not have returned her feelings!?  She did everything for him - he was her everything!  Yet, without an ounce of effort to fix it, he had tossed her aside like an old newspaper!  No love ... no love ... she had thought there was, but had been sorely mistaken.  And she was paying the price for that mistake.  Oh yes ... and what a price ...

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She shifted uneasily on the branch, and again a few seconds later.  "Ahhhh!  Stupid tree!" she screeched loudly followed by a very rough growl.  She jumped to the ground with a hard thump on a protruding root below and began to madly swing and swipe at the trunk with her sharp claws.  Too small to do any real damage, other than a few faint scratches, she stopped - aggravated.  A small tear formed in her eye and slowly fell down her cheek.  She sniffed, trying to hold it back.

Faint giggling to her left made her ears perk as she turned to the source.  The sight darn near killed her.  There was a happy Kuhna couple, touching noses and laughing ... in love.  A sudden rage crept up from her chest and made her see red through the tears.  He gritted her teeth and began breathing heavily, as if she had just sprinted for miles.  It became uneven weazing as her fur fluffed and her heckled raised, making the little female look rabid.  

She slowly stalked towards the younger couple, eyes unwavering and head lowered dangerously ...

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The unsuspecting Kuhna continued in their lovey-dovey banter and cuddling, completely unaware of a very disturbed female closing in.  Ducking stealthily behind a shrub, golden eyes peered out at them will envy.  Her target wasn't so much the female, oh no, it was the male.  She hated the uncaring jerks that was dubbed the male gender.  No matter how caring they seemed to be, she knew they were never capable of such a feeling.

"If I can't be happy ..." she grinned sadistically, "-then NO ONE WILL!" she roared angrily as she bounded out of the bush in a mad dash.  The shocked couple jumped and fled with angry hisses towards their rude invader.  She screeched to a halt as the pair scrambled down a dirt path and out of sight, only leaving small dust clouds in their wake.  She lifted her head and smiled proudly at her work.  "Hm, hm, hm~" she purred as she flicked her two tails up into the air.


Sketch :: Level 6 :: 29 Posts

A small scratching sound, almost like pencil on paper, made her turn curiously to find a lone male Arkuhna perched atop a large rock sketching away on a spiraled sketch pad.  She raised a brow then glared at him with spite.  The large male made a few more well placed sketches on his paper before glancing up at the unruly female with a kind smile.  "Now why did you do that for?  They weren't bothering you in the least." he mewed calmly, that smile still plastered upon his face.

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Bazira scoffed at the male and threw her nose up.  "And what are you supposed to be?  The Idalani "Love" police? she snorted, putting annoying emphasis on Love.  

The male simply chuckled and placed the pencil snugly behind an ear.  "Oh no, fear not dear lady.  I am but a simple artist.~" he purred poetically, holding up the picture he had sketched moments before for her to see.  The picture was of the couple she had run off, and a wonderful rainbow was lightly shown in the background.  It looked to be a perfect representation of the love the couple shared for one another.  It made Bazira sick.

Her ears shot backwards as she bared her teeth in disgruntlement.  Her claws dug deeply into the cool grass beneath them as she tried to restrain from lunging at him.  "So, Mr. BigShotArtist ..." she managed to say through clenched teeth, "- where's your little lover?"  Her voice was filled with envious mocking.  

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The male almost seemed shocked by her question.  He carefully laid the sketchpad ontop the flat rock and slid off to see eye to eye with the female.  "Sadly, I'm not in a relationship ... never have been, actually." he shrugged, attempting to move a little closer to the female.

Bazira didn't like that in the least.  She hunched her back and hissed threatingly at the male.  "Now you just hold it right there, stranger." she growled, backing up as he moved closer, "You'd best keep your distance, less you want to have those pretty eyes clawed out."

That smile finally faded from the Arkuhna's lips as he took her words to heart and stopped in his tracks.  He sensed that her threat was well within the possibility range of being carried out.  "I'm sorry, m'lady.  Where are my manners?  My name is Sketch.  Nice to meet you, miss --?" he hoped she would finish the sentence.

She scoffed at the male.  "Sketch?  How original." she grinned sarcastically.  She made no effort to reveal her own name though.  What was this male to do with it anyways?  Besides, she rather fancied the thought of just being known as "That Pyschotic Female Lykuhna".

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Sketch looked at her with question.  He had always been raised in the way of manners and was told to always be a proper gentlemen, especially in the case of women.  But this girl ... on first look he had thought her to have no such thing.  That, or perhaps there was a deeper, more pressing matter.  He wanted to pry deeper to learn that source, but first he wanted her name.

"If I may, miss, what is your name?" he asked as politely as he could.  Bazira rolled her eyes.  Her anger was slowly being replaced by confusion.  Most of the other males she had confronted like this would either leave her by now or at least snap back a little bit.  This guy was so calm ... level headed ... and ... polite.  It confused her to no end, really.  She hadn't seen such patience since ... him - NO!  It was all a rouse!  Her guard became even more hightened at the thought.

"Answer me this, Sketch?  Why do you want to know so badly?" she mewed roughly, being lured back into the conversation by his strangeness.

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Sketch frowned with slight frustration flashing in his eyes.  He wanted to know why she was so reluctant.

"Well, I would like to be able to address you properly is all ..." he mewed monotonely.  He tilted his head as he looked at her.

Bazira glared at him, not believing any of his words.  She wasn't entirely sure what to say after that.  In some ways, she saw no harm in telling him her name ... but in other ways, she saw the harm in it.  What would happen if they somehow became attached?  And yet another relationship would form that would ultimately end badly like her last.  She wouldn't be able to bear it.

An oh so familiar ache in her chest struck her strongly, and small tears formed in the corners of her eyes.  She looked at the ground, trying to hide her face from the male.

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Expecting another snappy comeback from the tough exterior-ed female, Sketch was surprised when he caught a glimpse of the growing tears in her eyes.  He thought he had said something that had upset her, and regretted doing so.  Slowly, with caution, he approached her.

"My apologizes, miss.  I didn't mean to make you so upset.  Was it something I said?" he mewed quietly, stopping a few inches from her.

Bazira looked up in surprise.  'He saw?' she thought.  For once, she didn't feel the need to back away from him.  That, or she just too lazy to move ...  Her surprise faded back into anger as she shot him another glare.

"Oh, back-off would' ya!" she hissed, turning away from his face.  She quickly tried to wipe away the tears and fight back the new ones she could feel coming on.  "And if you must freakin' know! ...  My name is Bazira.  Sheesh ..." she growled.

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Sketch gave her some space, backing up just a bit.  He gave a calm smile as she finally revealed her name.  "So your name is Bazira?  That's a nice name.  You shouldn't be so guarded of it." he mewed softly, trying his best to compliment without making the attempt so ... mushy.  She wasn't the one for liking the gentleman's ways, in a sense, and he didn't want to press his luck.  She was just a bit too edgy for that, he decided.

Bazira locked her eyes onto his with uncertainty.  This male wasn't only annoying, but confusing as well.  And with her stuck in an all time emotional high, it only intensified it.  Her brain right now was drowning with so many thoughts that she was beginning to feel sick.  She unsteadily drooped onto her stomach as more tears rolled uncontrollably from her eyes.  Her sniffling had ceased and now she was trying to re-steady her breathing, eyes glued onto the male.

"Why me ..." she moaned sadly, her voice cracking slightly at the end.  Having gotten a large bit of her harbored anger out had made room for her lingering depression to slip back in.  

Sketch frowned helplessly at her.  He wanted to help, and above all, try to understand her problems.  But this one was a tough nut to crack.  It had taken this long just to get a name.  He couldn't imagine how long it'd take to get even a fraction of her story out of her.  He simply lowered himself down to her level and looked on at her.  "Why are you so miserable?" he asked softly.  Sure, it was a straightforward question that would probably never get the answer, but it was worth asking.  

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Bazira's eyes widened at the dead-on choice of words he had used.  A small bit of anger flashed in her eyes.  'What the heck happened to being all nice and gentleman like!?' she growled inwardly.  The way he said it seemed so ... emotionless, yet not.  Was she really so translucent that he could see how much in pain she was?

She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him quickly.  "What are you blabbering on about!?  I'm not miserable.  I'm angry that you're trying to pry into my past!" she barked at him, trying to cover up the apparent obviousness of her situation.  

Sketch rolled his eyes knowingly.  'And now she's in denial.' he chuckled as he thought.  He noticed the look in her eyes that he had hit the nail on the head with those words.  This interested him.  Most females he had encountered over the years would love nothing more than to spill their guts to him, a friendly stranger.  They would do it just to get it off their chests.  But Bazira ... she just couldn't seem to let it go - whatever it was.

Just as he thought, he hadn't gotten the response he had wanted.  But, instead, he seemed to have gotten something better - a reaction.  Although poking and prodding others with words and ultimately pushing their buttons to get answers wasn't his most highly used plan of action for these types of things, he decided the method to be best suited for her.  A small, rare, mischievous glint in his eye shone as he inched a bit closer to her.  

"I was right, wasn't I?  You are miserable.  Was it family problems?  Or perhaps ... an old lover incident?" he mewed softly into her ear.

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Bazira's eyes snapped onto him as he said the "L" word.  She gritted her teeth to avoid blurting out something that would hint at her past.  She was an extremely secretive Lykuhna, especially after the ... incident.  

Slowly she stood, body rigid and stiff.  Her ears flicked back as her eyes shone with dangerous glints.  And, with almost mechanically-like steps, she backed away from him.  For her, it was quite the awkward situation.  If she said anything, he was sure to realize he had guessed right.  And if she were to stay silent, heck, he still was sure to realize it!  'Why is this male so intent on finding all this out!?' she growled in her thoughts.  'I need to leave ... now ...'  In a quick motion, she spun around and began to saunter away, as though she never knew of this meeting to happen.

Sketch blinked and let his eyes trail after the leaving female.  A wave of confusion came over him and he knew not what he should do next.  Perhaps, had he gone too far with her?  Or had she just resulted in ignoring him?  His interest was heightened by her odd ways, so he quietly fetched his sketchpad and slowly began after her, thinking of what to say next and how to word it.

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Bazira tried her best to keep facing straight ahead, but the barely audile padding of the male's following footsteps haunted her.  She stole back a glance to find the annoying Arkuhna still trailing after her.  Her body shivered with frustration.  ''Seriously!?  GAAAAHHHHH! her thoughts screamed loudly in her head.  She sped up, her sauntering walk becoming a more of a power walk borderline jog.

Sketch struggled to stay with her.  Him being burdened with the extra weight of his good sized sketchpad didn't help any.  And having to transport it by mouth kept him from blurting out something that could possibly convince her to slow or even stop for him.  From the first few seconds of his meeting her, he could pick up on her obvious hatred towards the opposite gender.  He was thouroughly surprised that she hadn't tunred on him yet.  The smart thing to do would be to obviously stop while no harm had come but he was of a different sort.  

He ran around her side and managed to get in front of her.  She slowed but refused to stop, baring her teeth in protest but still didn't utter a word.  He quickly dropped his sketchpad off to the side so they wouldn't step on it and began walking backwards while stile facing Bazira.  "Hey hey hey!  What's the rush!?  I thought we were having a nice conversation?" he half joked with a touch of seriousness behind his words.  She didn't so much as blink, her dangerous eyes glared harshly into his.

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A disgruntled look came to Sketch's face.  She wasn't showing signs of slowing so if he slowed down he'd probably get trampled.  He never realized just how difficult the task of being in a staredown whilst walking backwards was until now.  He stumbled many a time, but amazingly stayed upright.

Bazira's glare lightened slightly at his persistance.  Something was holding her back from ripping out his throat, like she had done to so many a male as persistant as he before.  Not even she knew what it was, but Sketch was a lucky one.  

Sketch had noticed the slightest change in her eyes and smiled, though it didn't stay long.  His face twisted into a look one might give a close friend who was hurting bad; a caring look of concern that suggested helpful advice.  Bazira blinked, ceasing to glare any longer.  It was clear to her now that this male, Sketch was it, was not going to leave her be any time soon.  

"Talk to me.  Please." he said bluntly in a soft mew.  Her eyes widened and she came to a dead stop.  In that instant, if only for a second or less, he had sounded like him.

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Sketch came to a stumbling stop, surprised by her facial expression.  Oh man, what had he done now?  Bazira's went solemn for a moment, leaving them both quiet and staring at one another.  Sketch's muscles twitched as he prepared for the worst; he would be sure to run should she decide to attack.  But a few seconds more of the awkward stare off and his suspicions of her doing so slowly decreased.

As Sketch opened his mouth to speak, Bazira flicked her tails to the sides in clear frustration and sauntered past him, giving the male an evil look.  "No."  One word said with no emotion in her voice.  Though she didn't expect to end the pursuit so easily, she hoped he would get the message and buzz off.  However, much to Bazira's expecting and dismay, Sketch followed after.  If it was one thing she liked about this guy, it had to be his gull paired with persistance, even though it was also the same reason why she hated him so right now.

Sketch cautiously approached her side and kept pace with her.  He would push his luck; if he had lasted this long already, then maybe he'd succeed soon enough.  His plan now was to just stick with her, wear her down, and hopefully get some answers to his questions.

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The unlikely pair padded through the beautiful, exotic landscape of the Idalani area, though neither of them were paying much attention to breathtaking scenery it held.  One might think that, from afar, the two were just enjoying a sweet couple's walk in one of the most romantic spots in Evelon.  But for Bazira, this walk was anything but enjoyable.

'Here I am, having to deal with this persistant little pest, in one of the most revolting places in Evelon!' she thought with a loud growl.  She glared over at the Arkuhna, who in turn flashed her a quaint smile, making her all the madder.  Silent or not, he was pushing it.  And that smug look of control on his face just made her skin crawl.  

When he nudged her playfully, it threw her off the deep end.  She stopped abruptly, heckles raised and teeth bared, and practically shoved her nose against his.  "You want me to talk to you?  Well, alright then!  I'll talk.  How about this:  Leave.  Me.  ALONE!" she growled loudly, shoving him backwards from her.  Sketch let out a hiss as he stumbled backwards, thinking she was about to pounce on him.  But instead, she hissed herself and stomped off in the direction she was previously going.  She couldn't help but chew him out.  She had a temper, and the fuse was short.  He had wanted her to talk to him, and now he had.  He didn't specify what kind of talking.  

Taken back, and beginning to feel his own anger bubble up, Sketch's patience was running thin.  'I guess I deserved that, but still!' he thought, glaring after the female, 'This girl has some issues...'  He took a hesitant step after her, but quickly stopped for fear of a repeat scenario.  Instead, he called out after her:  "You know, you really shouldn't be so unbearable.  It's not attractive."

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