Post by Aria on Nov 26, 2007 20:57:39 GMT -5
*chuckles* Hey all! This chapter was well overdue... Hope you all had a pleasant Thanksgiving.
Any characters which aren't mine, obviously belong to someone else. >:3 So there.
There's a hint at inappropriate humor here, see if you can catch it. ~_^ Don't say I didn't warn you.
*yawns and reclines at her workdesk* Enjoy.
“Tut tut….”
“..What? What do you see?”
“You… you do not partake in ze flesh of wiminz, do you?” The devious canine asked the fox who had his palm upturned for her steady gaze. They were crouched down onto the ground, the oddly colored Dalmatian and the fox on either side of a very thick stump. There were tarot cards littered upon it, and when that had proved to hold bad fortunes for the vulpine, Spooky had decided to paw-read.
The red and black dress she wore was bunched along her thick legs, pudgy cheeks twitching as she forced her maw into a frown. “I zee.. I zee…” Her fingers danced upon his muscled palm; yes it was a very firm grip though he had no calluses so it wouldn’t be from physical labor.
More or less, these strong hand muscles were achieved during a more…recreational activity.
Blushing deeply, the fox yanked his paw back and looked away. He wasn’t anything special, normal looking enough, just another chump in her eyes. Stammering, the fox praised her abilities before he placed a pouch of gold onto the stump and hurriedly stood up. Murmuring something about his girlfriend calling, he made a hasty retreat.
“…Vell, zat was like taking ze pie from ze babe, yes?”
“You give Gypsies a bad name.” the grunt sounded from a nearby tree. One might think the trunk was speaking, though a quick tilt of the head would reveal the other femme perched on a thick branch. Luckily the bough was sturdy; for she was no dainty thing. In her lap was a small wooden guitar, her paw pressing into the upper strings to keep the sound of her twanging almost inaudible as her other fingers seemed to constantly move over the main strings.
“Tut tut, Gypsies never had a good reputazion to begin with.” Spooky replied, standing up after collecting the cards and payment for a rather ridiculous reading. There was no doubt to her… talents, but sometimes it was just a lot more fun to taunt those idiots who sought out the future for their pointless lives. Peh. Though she was plagued with such cruel thoughts from time to time, it in no way matched the bitterness of her closest traveling companion.
As close as two Gypsies were able to become without fear of double crossing each other.
Her unusually dark fur unruffled, she wiped off any loose grass or dirt from the crimson dress she wore. The shade was that of blood, the color accented by her black coat and the ebony laced edges of her outfit. Atop her head was a red hat of some sort, usually seen worn by the typical French peasant from where Spooky had originated from. She had the illusion of gliding, rather than walking, her feet hidden beneath the material that she wore.
Heavily coal-outlined eyes glanced back up the tree, “Did you not enjoy ze show?”
Aria snorted, her paws finally stilling with one last defiant twang of the guitar. “You do that ev’ry now n’ again… It’s lost its edge, Spook.” A grimace graced the Gypsy Minstrel’s face, “Yer losin’ yer touch. The best you could come up with was that he was alone n’ untouched by a woman? Psssh.” That was as close to teasing as she was going to get, not in an exactly pleasant mood. She couldn’t come up with a new song for the up coming event, and a Minstrel without a new song…
...Well, they were hardly a musician at all.
Unlike her equally plump friend, Aria didn’t partake in the typical Gypsy garb. At least, not for a female. No, no, she was much more comfortable in an overly baggy tunic, black belt worn and hanging onto her stomach and hips by the last hole etched into the leather. The black pants were tight around her thighs, baggy at her knees and then tucking into the tall boots she wore. A midnight bandanna covered her head and hid an ear, the other poking out along with a tuft of white fur similar to bangs.
Both pups were littered with various shiny things. Aria even wore large hoop earrings, three in the visible ear, the hidden one studded with a few diamonds. Spooky was the gaudier canine, as her arms were covered with jingly bracelets and arm-clasps. Her neck also bore a gorgeous black pearl necklace, a few white pearls scattered as well. She went for a much more…dramatic look.
Strapping the guitar to her back, the minstrel grabbed at her branch and hung off a bit, until dropping into a crouch on the ground with only a few leaves crackling. Despite her weight, she could be nimble.
“Would you have cared for zomthing a bit more…eh… showy?” Spooky wiggled her fingers, the many rings glinting in what sunlight trickled down from the canopy of trees.
“Why do you even bother?” Aria snapped.
There was only a shrug as her answer, “Eet eez, how you say, a riot of ze laughter?”
“Laugh riot.”
“Zat eez what I said.” Spooky waved a paw dismissingly at her cohort, beginning to make her way towards the camp that was hidden much deeper within the safety of the woods.
Rolling her mismatched eyes up to the sky, she begged for some sort of patience that day, reaching up for the guitar strap across her chest. Gripping it out of habit, she began to trek with the apparently gliding Spooky, her own footfalls heavy and uncaring. It was quite satisfying to feel the leaves and twigs beneath her boots crunch and wilt in silent agony.
Sensing her friend’s silent thoughts, Spooky turned eerie eyes onto the musical pooch, “You will come up with ze song for Ze Gathering.” She spoke in a low tone, confident in such a way which only meant she had taken a peek into the cards for Aria’s sake.
Even if those trivial predictions had a habit of coming true, Aria wasn’t completely comforted. “And if I just stopped working at the song, yer prediction wouldn’t come true. But since you know I ain’t gonna give up on this new ballad, it means that I’ll produce –somthin’- and so it’ll make your prediction come true.” She snorted.
Spooky gave a startled look, before her fur bristled slightly. “Do not try to analyze ze starz, Aria.”
“I’m jus’ analyzin’ your tricks, ya old con artist.”
“Shutting ze up!”
And the two began to bicker, even as the roaring campfire soon appeared. Despite how close they were, they did travel with a caravan full of other gypsies. Foxes, Wolves, even a few Hyenas littered the campground. In fact, the two young Dalmatian girls were the few of any domesticated breed.
A raccoon that had been leaning against one of the trees waved to them, though it faltered and he lowered his paw after a moment. “Oh, there they go agin.” RJ mumbled to himself with a roll of his eyes, bringing his apple back up and gnawing on it. If those two continued to act up, they weren’t going to be allowed to perform at Dearly Kingdom.
That was the next stop, after all. Gypsies typically traveled to where they could make money, receive food, and generally entertain. And by entertain, it usually meant suckering idiotic furres into forking over even –more- coins.
RJ turned his head away from the argument, eyes searching for the noticeable towers of Dearly Kingdom off in the distance. Maybe a days worth of travel… The thought of all that Gather food…
Oooooh he hoped they had pies.
Suddenly the apple wasn’t enough to quell his hunger, tossing it over his shoulder and murmuring in a lightly accented voice about getting some type of sweet pastry.
“So. We agree to disagree.”
“Oui.”
“…What were we fightin’ about again?” Aria grunted, furrowing her brows in thought, honestly puzzled.
Spooky added coolly, a shrug of her shoulders. “No idea...”
Any characters which aren't mine, obviously belong to someone else. >:3 So there.
There's a hint at inappropriate humor here, see if you can catch it. ~_^ Don't say I didn't warn you.
*yawns and reclines at her workdesk* Enjoy.
“Tut tut….”
“..What? What do you see?”
“You… you do not partake in ze flesh of wiminz, do you?” The devious canine asked the fox who had his palm upturned for her steady gaze. They were crouched down onto the ground, the oddly colored Dalmatian and the fox on either side of a very thick stump. There were tarot cards littered upon it, and when that had proved to hold bad fortunes for the vulpine, Spooky had decided to paw-read.
The red and black dress she wore was bunched along her thick legs, pudgy cheeks twitching as she forced her maw into a frown. “I zee.. I zee…” Her fingers danced upon his muscled palm; yes it was a very firm grip though he had no calluses so it wouldn’t be from physical labor.
More or less, these strong hand muscles were achieved during a more…recreational activity.
Blushing deeply, the fox yanked his paw back and looked away. He wasn’t anything special, normal looking enough, just another chump in her eyes. Stammering, the fox praised her abilities before he placed a pouch of gold onto the stump and hurriedly stood up. Murmuring something about his girlfriend calling, he made a hasty retreat.
“…Vell, zat was like taking ze pie from ze babe, yes?”
“You give Gypsies a bad name.” the grunt sounded from a nearby tree. One might think the trunk was speaking, though a quick tilt of the head would reveal the other femme perched on a thick branch. Luckily the bough was sturdy; for she was no dainty thing. In her lap was a small wooden guitar, her paw pressing into the upper strings to keep the sound of her twanging almost inaudible as her other fingers seemed to constantly move over the main strings.
“Tut tut, Gypsies never had a good reputazion to begin with.” Spooky replied, standing up after collecting the cards and payment for a rather ridiculous reading. There was no doubt to her… talents, but sometimes it was just a lot more fun to taunt those idiots who sought out the future for their pointless lives. Peh. Though she was plagued with such cruel thoughts from time to time, it in no way matched the bitterness of her closest traveling companion.
As close as two Gypsies were able to become without fear of double crossing each other.
Her unusually dark fur unruffled, she wiped off any loose grass or dirt from the crimson dress she wore. The shade was that of blood, the color accented by her black coat and the ebony laced edges of her outfit. Atop her head was a red hat of some sort, usually seen worn by the typical French peasant from where Spooky had originated from. She had the illusion of gliding, rather than walking, her feet hidden beneath the material that she wore.
Heavily coal-outlined eyes glanced back up the tree, “Did you not enjoy ze show?”
Aria snorted, her paws finally stilling with one last defiant twang of the guitar. “You do that ev’ry now n’ again… It’s lost its edge, Spook.” A grimace graced the Gypsy Minstrel’s face, “Yer losin’ yer touch. The best you could come up with was that he was alone n’ untouched by a woman? Psssh.” That was as close to teasing as she was going to get, not in an exactly pleasant mood. She couldn’t come up with a new song for the up coming event, and a Minstrel without a new song…
...Well, they were hardly a musician at all.
Unlike her equally plump friend, Aria didn’t partake in the typical Gypsy garb. At least, not for a female. No, no, she was much more comfortable in an overly baggy tunic, black belt worn and hanging onto her stomach and hips by the last hole etched into the leather. The black pants were tight around her thighs, baggy at her knees and then tucking into the tall boots she wore. A midnight bandanna covered her head and hid an ear, the other poking out along with a tuft of white fur similar to bangs.
Both pups were littered with various shiny things. Aria even wore large hoop earrings, three in the visible ear, the hidden one studded with a few diamonds. Spooky was the gaudier canine, as her arms were covered with jingly bracelets and arm-clasps. Her neck also bore a gorgeous black pearl necklace, a few white pearls scattered as well. She went for a much more…dramatic look.
Strapping the guitar to her back, the minstrel grabbed at her branch and hung off a bit, until dropping into a crouch on the ground with only a few leaves crackling. Despite her weight, she could be nimble.
“Would you have cared for zomthing a bit more…eh… showy?” Spooky wiggled her fingers, the many rings glinting in what sunlight trickled down from the canopy of trees.
“Why do you even bother?” Aria snapped.
There was only a shrug as her answer, “Eet eez, how you say, a riot of ze laughter?”
“Laugh riot.”
“Zat eez what I said.” Spooky waved a paw dismissingly at her cohort, beginning to make her way towards the camp that was hidden much deeper within the safety of the woods.
Rolling her mismatched eyes up to the sky, she begged for some sort of patience that day, reaching up for the guitar strap across her chest. Gripping it out of habit, she began to trek with the apparently gliding Spooky, her own footfalls heavy and uncaring. It was quite satisfying to feel the leaves and twigs beneath her boots crunch and wilt in silent agony.
Sensing her friend’s silent thoughts, Spooky turned eerie eyes onto the musical pooch, “You will come up with ze song for Ze Gathering.” She spoke in a low tone, confident in such a way which only meant she had taken a peek into the cards for Aria’s sake.
Even if those trivial predictions had a habit of coming true, Aria wasn’t completely comforted. “And if I just stopped working at the song, yer prediction wouldn’t come true. But since you know I ain’t gonna give up on this new ballad, it means that I’ll produce –somthin’- and so it’ll make your prediction come true.” She snorted.
Spooky gave a startled look, before her fur bristled slightly. “Do not try to analyze ze starz, Aria.”
“I’m jus’ analyzin’ your tricks, ya old con artist.”
“Shutting ze up!”
And the two began to bicker, even as the roaring campfire soon appeared. Despite how close they were, they did travel with a caravan full of other gypsies. Foxes, Wolves, even a few Hyenas littered the campground. In fact, the two young Dalmatian girls were the few of any domesticated breed.
A raccoon that had been leaning against one of the trees waved to them, though it faltered and he lowered his paw after a moment. “Oh, there they go agin.” RJ mumbled to himself with a roll of his eyes, bringing his apple back up and gnawing on it. If those two continued to act up, they weren’t going to be allowed to perform at Dearly Kingdom.
That was the next stop, after all. Gypsies typically traveled to where they could make money, receive food, and generally entertain. And by entertain, it usually meant suckering idiotic furres into forking over even –more- coins.
RJ turned his head away from the argument, eyes searching for the noticeable towers of Dearly Kingdom off in the distance. Maybe a days worth of travel… The thought of all that Gather food…
Oooooh he hoped they had pies.
Suddenly the apple wasn’t enough to quell his hunger, tossing it over his shoulder and murmuring in a lightly accented voice about getting some type of sweet pastry.
“So. We agree to disagree.”
“Oui.”
“…What were we fightin’ about again?” Aria grunted, furrowing her brows in thought, honestly puzzled.
Spooky added coolly, a shrug of her shoulders. “No idea...”