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paradisa2012-05-18 08:58 pm
peacockherald) wrote in paradisa2012-05-18 08:58 pm
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The Absence of Color Does Mean One Should Add It
[Well, for the moment, Vanyel has come to terms with the fact he will be a peacock for awhile. Never mind that some people are so rude and have been treating him like a pet. Really!
At least he could still talk to Yfandes, though he was a bit scared to try and cross that large distance to go and see her - at least on his lonesome. He didn't have many things in the way of defense and there were so many people and who knew what else. For all he knew he'd get called a white devil again.
So he was letting out heavy peacock sighs, walking around the Castle today, his tail trailing behind him like a bride's veil - a very colorful bride's veil and the net obvious source of his depression. Someone had been terribly cruel and COLORED his lovely white feathers. COLORED THEM. They were done up in purples and pinks and bright blues and he just wanted to sob. If he simply had to be a peacock the least one could try and do is be a clean, pristine peacock.
And some crude little creature had undone it all! He could not rightly get around to fix them.
So, Paradisa, there is a depressed peacock wandering your halls with a tail that looked like it had a fight with several paint brushes and lost... badly.]
I am positive there is a ballad for this somewhere.
[ooc: the italics is him speaking telepathically, so if you can hear it - yay! If not, well, he's still just a depressed peacock wandering about]
At least he could still talk to Yfandes, though he was a bit scared to try and cross that large distance to go and see her - at least on his lonesome. He didn't have many things in the way of defense and there were so many people and who knew what else. For all he knew he'd get called a white devil again.
So he was letting out heavy peacock sighs, walking around the Castle today, his tail trailing behind him like a bride's veil - a very colorful bride's veil and the net obvious source of his depression. Someone had been terribly cruel and COLORED his lovely white feathers. COLORED THEM. They were done up in purples and pinks and bright blues and he just wanted to sob. If he simply had to be a peacock the least one could try and do is be a clean, pristine peacock.
And some crude little creature had undone it all! He could not rightly get around to fix them.
So, Paradisa, there is a depressed peacock wandering your halls with a tail that looked like it had a fight with several paint brushes and lost... badly.]
I am positive there is a ballad for this somewhere.
[ooc: the italics is him speaking telepathically, so if you can hear it - yay! If not, well, he's still just a depressed peacock wandering about]