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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 2:16:25 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Far be it for Zidane to be angry at the wolf or blame him for feeling the way he did. The rogue understood, better than anyone as to what it felt like on the outside. People like him grew up knowing the flaws of the system, but having no power to alter it. Even as he gained power he could see what little good it did without a name. Some considered him a hero of legend; he had saved the princess of a dying kingdom, but few would ever be the wiser on what he had sacrificed to make sure people he did not know, stay safe. Sometimes he got mad, angry and hateful at the present system of his society.
Those at the bottom of the ladder were forced to continue to look up the arse of a noble who climbed higher and higher until they were out of reach. They were rarely ever given a chance to change their hand and take a saw to this wooden let's to even the distance. Others would forever see him as a cretin trying to vex said system by cozying up with a person in a higher station than he. But it was the way of the world. Add harsh as it seemed one could not always save everyone or obtain all their great desired.
The thief seemed pretty proud of himself, at least that was what it seemed with his smug expression. But in truth he was glad to see the wolf had gotten that out of his system. With a grin he settled his left hand on his hip, flexing his right arm. Zidane was a small fellow and hardly looked a threat. By a show of both word and personality it could be guessed he was one of those cowards that ran at first light, but given how he faced a snarling wolf unflinchingly; his actions could raise question toward his sanity.
In that regard the rogue would grin. "I've got a great idea!" He marched over and moved to pat the wolf's back. "You need some experience with dealing with his sort of thing. You can't get along with folk if yer here stuck, on yer own." The rogue exclaimed before shifting his weight and moving to flip Albion into the Lagoon.
The rogue smirked before diving in after. Inside the Lagoon there was no way back to the beach. One hadn't a choice but to swim for Besaid's main village. Zidane resurfaced and rolled onto his back, legs slowly kicking him away from the dive point. He was, unexpectedly a good swimmer. With no he station the rogue spun and swam ahead.
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►TAGS: @albion~! ►NOTES: Nothing like a cold dip to wake you up! ►SKILLS USED: N/A CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 11:25:08 GMT -5
Tag: @malix (Didn't exactly rush ahead, not sure where you wanted to go with it. Sorry if it's extra not great this time, I'm trying!) Albion had spent too long alone. He wasn't always on his own, but he never let anyone get particularly close. He kept himself alone. He never wanted to care for anyone else. There were many reasons why that was, but in the end, he was defeated by himself. It was easy enough to blame the world for what happens to you, but in the end, you have to make the choice to give up. You choose whether the world will conquer you, or you will conquer it. He had let the world beat him into a miserable pile of deadened emotion and buried anger.
A quickl slap on his back shook Albion, causing him to flinch forward and realize exactly what was before him. His faintly glowing orange-brown eyes glanced to the waters below. "What's that?" Albion inquired as to Zidane's 'great idea.' Part of him, for a moment, thought Zidane intended to knock him into the water with that pat. He turned his head and pointed his snout to Zidane, giving him a studious flicker of emotion in his eyes. Zidane answered back, leaving Albion curious as to what he meant. His 'eyebrow' quirked at the little man. "Experience?" Albion's question had been tossed aside as he felt Zidane's hand shift and attempt to thrust him over.
The thing about being a dog is that, well, you lacked hands. For a brief moment, Albion flipped over and just barely managed to keep himself on the ledge for a few seconds. His rear legs clawed and scratched at the rock in an effort to get back up, while his front legs just barely kept him on the edge. "Ack! Why did you-?!" His eyes scanned to his side, watching as Zidane dove from the cliff himself. Albion realized that Zidane had intended this in a kind way, to perhaps lighten the mood? Albion kicked off of the cliff and flopped into the water below. His four legs began to kick, raising him up to the surface of the water. With an inward gasp, his lungs took in a nice, refreshing breath of air.
It took him a moment to acclimate himself to the water. It didn't feel cold on his eternally warm body, but it had been quite some time since he was in water that he couldn't stand up in. Plus, he wasn't exactly experienced swimming in canine form, so it took a few moments for his instincts to work with his mind to form a healthy swimming style. Afterward, he spotted Zidane swimming away, and narrowed his eyes to slits. Dipping his head under the water again, Albion's form altered itself slightly. His backbone shifted, taking on a more flexible humanesque shape, leading each of his limbs to follow suit. He wasn't exactly skilled at freeform body changing, so it resembled more of a human than anything, but it made swimming much easier. And much faster, too.
Using the form he had learned from his caretaker, Albion set both of his arms at his sides, tightly knit, and his rear legs quickly began kicking up and down. His abdomen flexed back and forth with the flow of his legs, and even his head shifted. It was like seeing a serpent swim through the waters. He quickly surpassed Zidane in the water, and in a playful plot of revenge, heated the water ever so slightly... Doing so in the careful manner that he had, it did well to simulate the sensation of swimming through water someone had relieved themselves in. After a few moments of that, Albion shifted back to his fully canine form and rose to the surface again. His lungs flooded with air as he gasped for it once again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 17:10:57 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane smirked when Albion flopped gracelessly into the waters below. For a little guy he sure had a lot of strength to manage to even move a big wolf like Albion, but one must never underestimate those around you. Everyone held the capacity to either carry you on their shoulder or drag you down with them. Humans were strong, more so than the average person allowed themselves to believe, but Zidane was anything but human. Still his body and mind were no different, even if that bit of a tail told otherwise. On his back he allowed himself to float, kicking his legs so his body propelled in a ‘forward’ manner. The wolf seemed annoyed, which was no fault of his! The boy seemed to just like having fun. He never seemed down, but it was due to the fact he never bothered! Sometimes things got really complicated, but in the stead of worrying over them he simply shrugged it off. Why worry over something you had no control over?
Zidane had no faith in Destiny or belief in a god’s ability to intervene with human free will. If the Crystal wanted everything to be plain and boring humans wouldn’t be so creative! Art, theater and industry were all the developments of a human’s ability to decide if they wished to progress beyond the simply, listless beginnings that history always speaks of and praises. Humans built their future and destroyed it at their own will. Kuja hadn’t been following some premeditated path when he destroyed Terra and Gaia’s Crystal. He acted out of the most base of human emotions: fear and loneliness. In the truth of the matter Albion reminded him of Kuja in that respect. The guy was lonely and angry at the world, but he had no reason to.
Even if the world treats you like shit, you have the strength to overcome it, you simply needed to believe in yourself. Having friends helped a lot because they were someone you could depend on and stay strong for. Fighting for someone else was always a more grueling battle than the guy who fought for himself. Amarant had finally figured that out with Zidane. The style of one’s fight mattered nothing, it was the way a person think that defined if they succeeded or failed in life. Zidane always fought for the sake of others. He may have been a loud, boastful kid, but he always fought hardest for a pretty lady or kids getting bullied. He was a good guy and worthy of his title as a Hero.
When Albion swam by Zidane blinked, feeling the water warm up. “You little--!!” Zidane was no stranger to that game. His brothers were indeed little shits, teaching little shits. Zidane was the tiniest, most vindictive shit and would start fights when physically accosted. This was pretty physical. “Man!” The rogue suddenly sank down.
His skill in the water was amazing, to say the least. His physical build made him fast and maneuverable. A tail only added to his prowess in terms of physical control. He dove like a mermonkey, kicking off a nearby coral structure. His speed in the water was matched with the elite Blitzers of Spira. Not only had the rogue been a decent swimmer to begin, playing in officially sanctioned Blitz tournaments was another way to get good, fast/ Being the little shit that he was Zidane would move to swim under the wolf, his body twisting so he was swimming belly to belly with the newly reformed wolf and ran his gloved finger along the lateral line of his belly before swimming ahead.
Yeah, he tickled the wolf.
He was laughing uproariously as he surfaced, waving his tail teasingly before making a break for the shore! The thief dragged himself onto the inviting, white sands, settling to catch his breathe amidst his laughter.
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►TAGS: @albion~! ►NOTES: Laughter adds 10 Years, Doc Tot told me so! ►SKILLS USED: N/A CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 14:40:04 GMT -5
(*self esteem issues spring forth, due to the length of his post*) As Albion rose back up to the surface of the water, Zidane dove down, though the Fafnir had no idea... Not until it was too late. As his four legs paddled in sync, in the form of swimming quite aptly named the 'doggy paddle,' he attempted to make his way out of the water.
Until he felt something...on his belly. It ran its way up once, sliding across the surface of his unusually warm skin. Albion had never quite felt something like that in his canine form---It was a difficult sensation to comprehend with his alternate senses and nerves. In quick reaction, Albion somehow managed to snort and scoff at the same time! That was his body's reaction to this unusual sensation. One thing for for certain though, he knew it was Zidane's doing!
For an instant, Albion had found himself wishing he could change into something more pesky in the water, like a giant squid, so he could grasp Zidane and ink him! For the first time in his life, he had a thought that absently discarded the negativity he bore his heritage. Even if it were for but a simple prank, it was a huge step forward for Albion. Something he could appreciate right now.
When Zidane surfaced, laughing up a storm, the Fafnir shook his head to the best of his ability while keeping himself afloat. "Very funny, monkey!" He scoffed. His words came out with more of a playful meaning, though the stoic tone of his voice was hardly a giveaway to that fact. "You're lucky I can't swim well like this!" It'd been a long time since he took joy in such activities. Not since he was a boy, playing pranks on his sister, before she---
Just then, the water around Albion seemed to grow cold. Cold. Cold? Cold! His breathing became erratic as his four legs began kicking wildly. Something in his mind clicked with a baaaad memory. It threw off his abilities entirely, taking away his ability to heat himself, and bringing about the now-alien sensation of what 'cold' felt like. "Damn! C-C-Cold!" He yelped, as literally as possible in his form, before racing off toward the nearest leg up from the water. Something about being in the water, remembering what happened to him and his sister, it triggered memories that seemed to cripple his abilities somehow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 17:24:18 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
The thief was still beside himself with laughter, which only doubled when the wolf came to realize the waters were cold as ice. With all his earlier pomp it left one with the belief he held some of immunity with that thick coat. Lagoons weren't really well known for their warmth. Maybe it finally soaked through that thick coat of fur of his. The rouge was doubled over, his arms wrapped around his stomach. The long, sandy limb twitched behind him as he was fit with laughter. The would finally stand. His smooth hair was flattened by the weight of the water. The book was soaked from head to toe, but he didn't seem the least bit bothered, at least a gust of wind nipped at his bare shoulders. He jumped and folded his arms around him, his tail fluffing up a bit as goosebumps trailed down his arms.
Laughing out he moved to brush his gloved hand through his hair, so he could pull back the bangs from his eyes. A few of the wet strands stuck against his forehead while much of it was easily drawn back thanks to the water. His hair was not absurdly spiky or even strangely mangey as one could contest when it came to a boy with a tail (or an urchin as with this case). But his eyes, they had an alienness to them. The way his pupils held an unnatural slit in the light stood far from the human the bandit claimed to be.. Like sapphires the cat-like orbs seemed to glimmer against the fiery reflections that danced on the surface of the lagoon. With sunset painting the waters curling the warm hues it was easy to believe the surface was on fire. The corals that clung to the stones beneath the silky late of liquid only served to intensify the colors. Shaking himself out the rogue threw off as much water as he could before climbing out of the sands. Each step did well to drag around sand and unearth shells hidden deep beneath the white silk.
The sands quickly faded into a tropical mixture of silt and soil. Pristine grasses and vibrant flowers clawed the edges of the landing. Palm trees sparsely littered the landscape. The rogue clambered his way toward a dry patch of land, tail lashing behind him. His boots kicked up sand before he went rooting around the taller grasses for dry sticks. Eventually the thief would have a small campfire set up in the outskirts of Be said. They were far enough way to remain hidden, but close enough to hear the rabble of the village goers roaming the hills.
It was a gentle sound, one that reminded him of Black Mage Village. The gentle lapping of water, mixed with the singing crickets. A place so far and distant from the rest of the world that owls did not even exist. But in their absence much more filled the land with life. It was peaceful,like no wrong could be found. And why had they any need to? The peoples were sate in their lives, far from the complications of the city.
But city life is what Zidane knew best. The hustle and bustle of tight, twisting crowds were his home. The skies were his roads and the moons his compass. Even though quiet places like this were nice once in a while; as of late he has found himself visiting them far too often. He would never heed to such a life, but he always admired folks that could.
The sun was soon swallowed by the horizon, leaving the pair with a starlit blanket. Zidane plopped down, brushing his hand through his drying hair. Grinning he glances up at the wolf. "It's been a long time since I had to camp out." He professed. "How about you-- get out much?" He teased with a grin.
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►TAGS: @albion~! ►NOTES: My dreams of the future aren't so quiet. ►SKILLS USED: N/A CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 0:25:30 GMT -5
Though Zidane laughed and carried on with joy, the sudden sensation of the frigid cold washed over Albion. It was far more than just the cold waters themselves, it felt as if his fire had left him entirely. Desperately, Albion struck his claws up onto the nearest surface out of the water, clawing himself up and free of the cold. As he rose up, his mind focused on one thing that always lit his fires back up.
The image of a certain face. An elderly man, skin loosened with age, face scarred from countless battles and epic adventures, one eye deadened from a harrowing blow and left to show only the white of his eye, and that scraggly silver beard and long head of hair befitting of his own name; Silvers Clyde. The image of that man never failed to inspire rage and hatred within Albion, permitting him the use of the vast hellfires that boiled within his heart.
The canine body shook and quivered almost violently for a few moments, before almost immediately, it all ceased. His fur quickly dried, as steam poured off of his form. Albion exhaled with relief... Glancing to the also surfaced Zidane, who professed that he hadn't been camping out in some time. Albion cocked his canine head confidently. "I spend most nights out and about." Though his words came out as a means of portraying a fringe-y message, they did hold a different meaning. Albion rarely slept, and though he had a truly magnificent home with two lovely young ladies, his family, waiting for him within it, he never went home. He preferred...being alone...
After a moment, Albion shook his head, taking in the sight of the soaked little man before him warily. "...You'll get sick if you don't warm up, monkey." Albion huffed. His words, normally more strict and somber, came with a certain level of worry buried within them. Steadily, Albion shifted closer to Zidane. In a very careful, controlled display, his fluffy tail burst into a shimmering red and gold light. It was made into fire, but it wasn't dangerous. His ears, likewise, had lit up into a flame. It provided light and warmth both, at least until something more fitting could be found.
At the end of the day, Albion still cared... No matter how he tried to bury away his feelings, they always seemed to spring forth like flowers over a grave. Albion spun his gaze around their surroundings, trying to spot out any warmer locations of some kind. Though far off, it seemed they drifted closer to a town, because Albion's canine ears could pick up some hearty laughter of a joyful evening. "You know where this is, aye?" Albion questioned, suspecting that Zidane might very well have planned a bit further ahead than he'd initially thought. Maybe there was more to Zidane than he let on.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 9:12:58 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane was taken aback by the wolf's management of the wild element. The rogue reflexively jumped back: arms raising up to his chest defensively. His tail curled up, but did not comedically fluff up like one would expect, but the thief had not jumped back due to fear, instead it appeared to be surprise. His face and body brightly animated to his emotions. His lips parted in wondrous awe, like a child seeing a babe for the first time. In this case it was the arduous suspense over one's control over fire. That explained why the cold suddenly bit his ass. The thief probably distracted him. Did that mean he had to keep his own flames lit? Well no matter the situation the thief laughed out.
"I didn't know you were a mage." He always took the nonchalant route towards situations.
The thief was hard to get off track. His cool demeanor and relaxed nature were what made him adaptable to change, but many viewed him as lazy or uncaring. The reckless rogue had to be able to keep a level head, lest find himself trapped in the vices of his opponents. Thinking on his feet as well as knowing some circumstances drive you to do anything to survive. People liked to say that life was full of choices, and that there was always an alternative way, but in truth: that was not the case. Choices weren't always available. Sometimes you were faced with only one road.
He laughed at the wolf's suggestion "Yeah, look who's talking," Noting how Albion froze his ass. "Plus a guy like me's too stubborn to get sick." He proudly grinned, though in truth it was probably because he wasn't human...
Settling down to the warm glow of the campfire, Zidane would listen to the wolf. He wondered many things about him, but none of it really mattered seeing as he chose to face Albion as he was, not how he got here. It was probably an incredible story, one he was likely not ready to share, but there was time. There was always time for adventure. Zidane let his legs splay out in a lazy manner, his tail following suit as it plunked into the sands. The tip of the dusty tail hovered just off the ground, implying a train of thought that, for those that knew the thief, was a contemplative response.
Maybe he did know more than he let on, but when gambling you never showed off your hand, especially when no one would win. "This village... not for a long time." He reached up and rubbed the side of his neck as the gentle words of memory escaped him.
It was difficult to really place his feelings of this place. A lot of his memories were blurry. Ever since he had woken from his ending, there were a lot of images that mixed with dream and reality. This place was, to him, a fond and painful memory. Memories of friends made, dreams of family lost. It was his second home. He has traveled the roads telling people of his dreams and wandered the cities living a captivating reality. And, just once, he was sure he had fallen into the waking nightmare of a spirit. One memory stuck out though, a hazy memory of a memory.
He rest his face into his hand, elbow coming to rest on his knee as he leaned forward. "His name was Tidus," he couldn't ignore the familiarity with the name, but he couldn't quite place the unique title. "I came here once searching to escape from my responsibilities," Selfishly so. "I found one of the loudest, blonde goblins outside of home." Probably referring to his own hearty antics. "He reached out to me, showing off his skills at a sport, but maybe it was more a ballet..."
The rogue starred off, tail becoming still as the cool night air filled with the sounds of nocturnal beasts and the serenade of affectionate insects. He neither smiled nor frowned as he stared, but merely contemplated the words.
"He was a dream from my memories and tried to help me escape. He took me into the water and we danced, splashed, for what seemed like forever. He seemed carefree and I saw my past in him. I had become so enveloped in trying to save everyone, that I had forgotten why I chose to burden myself in the first place." Again came a hard pause, which was softened with a sigh. "In him, I saw me... A sad kid so had it hard, but stubbornly moved forward, while smiling. I also saw my present, that strength born from suffering, that happiness born of today, not tomorrow."
His tail tip curled as he looked to Albion.
"I wanted to help, because you don't need a reason to help someone. You were sad, I wanted you to smile. Sorry if I was a bit selfish, but seeing someone like you, that's so strong... You shouldn't have to become a nameless memory." He flopped back against the soft sands and folded his arms behind his head. "He's not a memory anymore, you shouldn't have to be either." It was what he honestly felt, even if he did not know the story of why the wolf was howling all alone.
Zidane closed his eyes and at his nose. He chuckled.
"Everyone always tells the story of the big, bad Fang, but they never tell the true story." He softly complained to pique Albion's interest
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 22:28:45 GMT -5
Albion's bitterness toward his most hated foe did prove a strong motivator for his powers to remain strong, but at the end of the day, Silvers being dead meant that Albion would eventually need to find another reason to wield his strength. The hatred that still burned within his soul for the elderly pirate would never die down, but at the very least, Albion wanted to someday be able to separate it and bury it. For now though, he had to settle.
The warmth of the flames on his tail and ears would hopefully do good for Zidane, who japed about Albion being a mage. The hound chuckled faintly in response, turning to face the little man who had jolted back. "There's plenty more to learn of my gifts." Albion swayed his head from side to side, causing the chain links attached to the heavy steel collar to clink faintly. As Albion called the little man's attention to the chain links, they began to extend, more links forming from the base of the collar until the chain had become long enough to touch the ground. Albion swept the chain to his side with a gentle whipping motion of his head, causing it to jolt and swing toward Zidane. It wasn't hard enough to really hurt, but perhaps it would leave a little red mark for a few minutes.
For Albion, it was punishment for Zidane's seemingly ridiculous comment about how he was 'too stubborn' to get sick. "That's for turning shy of a free and warm light. Anyone can get sick... You might as well let me warm you for a time. It's far better than sitting in the cold dark." It had been a while since Albion had behaved so playfully with someone. He'd not wrestled (if this could even be called such) with anyone since his beloved, and before that, not since he was a lad playing with his sister.
With the question Albion had asked him, the mood sombered quite a lot as Zidane began to sift through his memories, answering the wolf's earlier question. Out of respect, Albion quieted. His chain silently retracted and his flaming ears rested back. He settled into the earth beneath him, curling into a canine ball, setting his burning tail between Zidane and himself. Zidane seemed enraptured by his memories of this man named Tidus. As he went on, Albion began to understand why that was... The Fafnir understood the burning, inescapable desire to turn and run. To run, run, and cling to this false sense of freedom the living clamor for, along the endless worlds. He also realized in his heart of hearts that true freedom would only come when you'd earned it by owning up to one's responsibilities.
Although Albion was much less related to his sentiments of dancing within the water, he supposed he could bring himself a little closer to it, given how his adventure with Zidane was mere moments ago, but he did not miss the overall message. Sometimes one needed a little perspective in someone else to understand themselves. At least that's how Albion interpreted it. Albion laid, quiet and somber, even as Zidane looked to him and explained his reason for offering him his help; that he had no reason at all, other than a desire to see him smile. Albion's eyes shifted into the sand thoughtfully. There was something he was itching to say, but...he wasn't sure how to say it. Even if he were the man he once was, even if he were still Alois, he was rigid and stern, standing at a nearly opposite road to Zidane in personality, which made it hard for him to speak the words he wanted to. Somehow, Albion just couldn't bring himself to thank Zidane.
Albion sighed lightly into the sand. The name Zidane spoke, or...title of a tale, anyway, reminded him of his nickname after leaving home. For the first few years he traveled around, he was an angry bully, that while he wasn't particularly dangerous to humans, had managed to earn himself the title of 'Big Bad Wolf' after some old human fairy tale. After a moment, his mind focused in on Zidane's earlier comment. He simply wished to see him smile... See me smile...huh? Albion picked his head up from the sand, turning his snout toward Zidane. Reeling back his jowls as much as he could, while sliding his many, many sharp fangs together tightly, Albion offered Zidane a likely nightmare inducing, drooling canine 'smile'. "Hal's liss? (How's this?)" Albion spoke up, not parting his many teeth, allowing his long tongue to slide against the inner surface of his fangs. After a sufficient display, Albion allowed his jowls to fall back down, parting his fangs, and letting out a surprisingly upbeat few chuckles. Maybe...maybe someday he'd be able to say thanks. For now, he hoped this would do.
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