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Post by Cherry on Dec 23, 2008 13:02:33 GMT -6
Mat sighed. "It's to hard to forget my past." Mat said, his gaze wanderd around the room, he couldn't find something to stare at. Finally he settled on staring at his violin.
"I haven't always been a loner," Mat said, answering Valentine's question.
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Post by Lunar on Dec 23, 2008 13:55:50 GMT -6
Valentine looked towards Alphonese, then back toward mat, “As my dear companion has voiced, the past doesn’t matter, focus on your future!” He said, pulling out one of his sharp arrows, and looking down its shaft.
“Straight and true…” he muttered to himself, fingering the smooth wood of the arrow.
Glancing towards the opening he watched the storm, “Do you think it is letting up?” he asked Alphonese, curious about the weather.
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Post by paradox on Dec 23, 2008 15:53:24 GMT -6
“I never said to forget your past, just don’t wallow in it. In the end it’s not worth it, and you’ll only hurt yourself.” Alphonese stood up brushing the crumbs of dirt off his trousers. He stretched out his aching limbs and re-sheaved the now glimmering blade. Trotting slowly to the mouth of the cave he walked outside, shivering slightly as his old shoes didn’t protect his cold feet very well from the freezing ground. He peered through the heavy snow and nodded to himself. Walking back into the cave, he shook all the excess snow off of himself and frowned. “It’s coming down heavily, not quite a blizzard yet, but adding the altitude to the temperature, it’s a possible death trap out there.” He paused “In essence, we’re stuck for now.”
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Post by Cherry on Dec 27, 2008 3:13:25 GMT -6
"I try not to wallow in my past," Mat said, almost to himself, his purple eyes gazing off into the distance. He looked up, Mat knew had been here almost a year now, "It should let up soon, storms like these happened a lot up here last year."
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Post by Lunar on Dec 27, 2008 18:34:04 GMT -6
Valentine grinned at Mat, "That's good then! That the storm may be over soon, right Alphonese! Then we can go to those islands like you said earlier!" he said excitedly, the prospect of islands like sweet cake in his mind.
A small frown quickly adorned his pale face, "But, um, Alphonese, what are the islands like? Is it a nice place? And how far away is it?" he asked his companion.
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Post by paradox on Jan 7, 2009 17:58:22 GMT -6
He stroked his chin thoughtfully and murmured “The islands… we’ll have to take a longer route, unless you’d like to fall down the Steep Canyon... We’ll follow Terraclan’s territory as far as the Weeping Pool. Then cross into Lunarclan territory for a brief moment, and hopefully Clear River will be frozen and we can cross to the island easily.” He stopped and debated with himself for a few moments. “It should take roughly two days, depending on how much we stop due to inclement weather, or rest.” He stretched his legs out yet again, he didn’t want to stop his trek, but the blizzard was troublesome. “…as for if the island is nice, that’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourself.”
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Post by lunarfang on Jan 7, 2009 20:16:20 GMT -6
Valentine nodded, mind already filling with what he imagined these islands to be like. "I bet it is a nice place... The islands..." he said, partially to himself.
Valentine preoccupied himself by putting a small braid in his hair, all the while stareing at Mat's violin for a few moments, then glanced towards Mat, "How long have you been playing the violin?" he asked innocently.
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Post by Cherry on Jan 7, 2009 21:24:59 GMT -6
Mat looked at Valentine as he remembered the first time he held a violin. It was Christmas eve, he was nine. "Awhile" he said.
~flashback~ Mat had gotten up early that morning. A few of the clan nekos thought there was something wrong with his family. They celebrated a holiday that was very popular with humans, but a lot of them didn't remember that most of there family were neko pets.
Mat waited for everyone to get up and when they did he began to shred the wrapped gifts. He opened a violin, his first one. He looked up at his eldest brother.
"I'm gonna be just like you one day!" He said in his childish voice. In the background his baby sister sat, her red hair shining. She giggled.
Mat stopped the memory. It was a happy one, but now he couldn't bear to think about his brother, or his little sister.
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Post by paradox on Jan 15, 2009 13:23:00 GMT -6
“Valentine.” he spoke sharply but there was an underlined warning in the spoken name. Though the kid was cirious, it was clear that they should not pry into Matt’s personal life. Whatever he had done before Matt obviously wanted to forget. Not to mention that Valentine’s senseless questions were going to drive him insane… not that that was a very far drive… more like a short putt… Alphonese laughed quietly at himself feeling rather silly for talking to himself, and making fun of himself in one sitting.
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Post by lunarfang on Jan 16, 2009 13:44:07 GMT -6
Valentine quickly looked to Alphonese, "Sorry..." he said quietly, leaning back and laying on the ground, eyes fixated on the ceiling, going through the precious few memories in his head, making sure he would not forget any small detail.
Valentine sighed deeply, it was frustrating not to know anything, he was lucky to have Alphonese looking after him, even though they are the same age, Alphonese felt older to Valentine.
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Post by Cherry on Jan 21, 2009 20:06:36 GMT -6
Mat looked at the two nekos, he wondered if he should go back with them. He wanted to rejoin the clans, but what about his new found comrades? Mat had been alone for the longest time, and all he wanted was to go home, but he knew that might not be possible. He didn't even know who the leader of Lunarclan was at the moment.
"Would it be alright if I came with you guys to the island?" Mat managed to spit out. He was still shy and talking to others had become harder as he was away from them more. " I know the area and it would be nice for a change of scenery. The best time to act is now. Mat tried to live by that motto, but found it hard as he was timid and never seemed to be able to speak his mind, or speak much at all for that matter.
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Post by lunarfang on Jan 22, 2009 17:22:26 GMT -6
After Mat had asked to come with them, Valentine tilted his head so that he would be facing the neko, he was slightly puzzled as to why this neko would wish to come with them, but perhaps he was lonesome.
The expression on Valentine's features did not change; he had become apathetic, for the moment at least.
“I haven’t a problem with you coming, but the decision is that of Alphonese to decide,” he said simply to the other neko, his attention once more focused on the absolutely fascinating ceiling!
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Post by paradox on Jan 22, 2009 22:30:09 GMT -6
Alphonese blinked slowly deciding what exactly he should say. Eventually he settled on one simple word. “Why?” Logically it didn’t make much sense for the other loner to join their band, he had a nice home in this cave… it may not have been the most luxurious place, but it had an appealing aura. Terraclan was tolerant of the loners; they had a pact formed out. The only problem would be the isolation, but that wasn’t so bad. It was easy to get used to being your own best friend. He shook off the annoyed thoughts and frowned, peering through his messy dark hair he analyzed the blue-haired male, his intentions seemed true, but if Matt was going to join their brigade, he wanted to know the man behind the false emotions.
[Ha. Al called you a lier!]
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Post by Cherry on Feb 9, 2009 18:01:29 GMT -6
" I have my reasons and it may take a long time to explain them. Let's just say that the islands are much closer to home then this place." Mat said. This was going to get uncomfortable, he could tell. He glanced at his violin. The Islands were wet but something told him to go, almost like an instinct telling him that his life is about to change forever.
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Post by paradox on Mar 2, 2009 17:33:26 GMT -6
Alphonese sensed he was not going to receive a more detailed response than that so he let it slide for the moment. He would have to find out why sooner or later; traveling with secretive companions was not an enjoyable thing for the dark-haired boy. Being a former gypsy he was used to things, private or public, being very open. …Quite contradictory to his bohemian- like temperament. But he was a paradox in many senses; one more wouldn’t break his character. He looked to Valentine and sighed “be ready to move out at daybreak, I do not wish to delay any more than necessary.” And with his short monologue he stretched out and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes in a pathetic attempt to try and fall into at least a bit of sleep.
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