Clothing, what is it for? (Yuros)

In which Alea tries to get Yuros to wear a shirt.

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Clothing, what is it for? (Yuros)

Postby Alea Davenport on January 15th, 2012, 7:48 am

3 Winter, 511

The day had started out fine. Alea had woken up as usual, refreshed, relaxed, and with Yuros at her side. But the morning had quickly turned to chaos. She had borrowed a shirt for Yuros from a neighbor, intending to get him more used to clothing before she had him buy one of his own, but the proud stag Kelvic was not cooperating.

"If you will not where your cloak outside, then you must wear a shirt! You cannot expose your bare skin to that weather, I don't care how well you think you can withstand the cold!" Alea's voice was not yet shrill, but it was rising in pitch and volume as she tried unsuccessfully to force the shirt over Yuros' head.
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Clothing, what is it for? (Yuros)

Postby Yuros on January 16th, 2012, 6:20 am

The warmth of the sheets and the softness of the bed... Yuros had never felt anything like it before. It was like sleeping on air, and the feel of Alea at his side caused the Kelvic to relax further. Perhaps it was strange, Yuros realized, for a creature used to beds of leaves and moss to find such comfort in a two legs dwelling, but of course such thoughts were short lived as the feeling of soft warmth fought to claim his waking self once more.

However, the Huntress seemed to have other plans. Blinking his eyes Yuros found his world blanked by something thrust over his head. Jerking up Yuros grabbed the thing and threw it off to the side, turning his head to see Alea bending over the bed to pick the strange thing from the floor. Looking closer the Kelvic saw that it was the upper fur that many two legs wore, But what is she doing-- His thoughts were interrupted as she lunged at him once more, the shirt held in her hands transforming into a thing of horror for the Kelvic.

Rolling backwards Yuros fell from the bed and landed with a heavy THUD onto the floor, but instincts caused him to roll back over and leap to his feet just in time to dodge another attack by the huntress, "By the Trees, what foolish thing is this! Why would I wear the fur of another on my back?" Ducking under Alea's flailing arms Yuros lept clear over the bed, landing on one knee as he turned to look at Alea, "I will not demean myself further by covering the scars won through my survival."
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Postby Alea Davenport on January 19th, 2012, 12:43 am

Alea wasn't about to let him go. She chased him over the bed, brandishing the shirt. She jumped off the bed, trying to pounce on him and pull the shirt over his head by force, though he was far too quick to allow that. "No one cares about your scars! What good is surviving wild animal attacks only to die freezing in a pile of snow because you're too proud to put on a shirt?"

After he dodged, she tackled him, hoping that might slow him down, though of course it had virtually no effect considering how much bigger then her he was. "You wear the fur of another when you do not have your own fur. That is what humans do, and if you're going to take human form, you should start acting like one!"
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Postby Yuros on January 26th, 2012, 6:04 am

The Huntress was out for blood this day, and Yuros felt his blood run cold at the thought of what might happen if he were caught. The shirt found its way before his eyes once more, and the Kelvic was quick to throw up an arm and roll to the side, "The scars are a symbol of my survival, I shall not see them hidden!" The Kelvic spoke with more conviction than usual, the subject of his scars seemed to be a rather important one to him. Perhaps it was due to his time spent with the two legs, but Yuros was beginning to develop a sense of pride for who he was.

Rolling under her flailing arms, Yuros made a dash for the door, but the feeling of thin arms wrapping about his waist caused him to look down in surprise. Alea hung from his waist like a living tail coat, and her legs soon wrapped around his shin, causing him to stumble and fall. With a heavy THUD the Kelvic found himself on his back once more, the girl still clinging to him as eh tried to pull his leg away, "I am Yuros, one of the Trees and Grass, one who is Crowned with Ivory. I am Thunder Hoof and Scar Flank, Swift Foot and Fang Slayer! I am no human, and I shall not behave as one!"
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Postby Alea Davenport on January 26th, 2012, 6:47 am

Yuros' last statement startled Alea. She knew logically that Yuros was a stag, but she'd been growing so close to him lately, he felt more like the best friend she'd ever had than some animal. She realized that she had been guilty of thinking of him as human, and hearing him deny it made her wonder just how much more animal than human he really was.

Her surprise distracted her just long enough for Yuros to wriggle out of her grasp and escape. Any thoughts she'd been having on the question of his humanity were immediately replaced by feelings of annoyance. "Get back here, you!" she yelled, chasing after him relentlessly. "Of all the times for you to develop a sense of foolish pride! You're not crowned with Ivory right now, and last I checked you consented to wear boots in place of hooves, so save your pride for when you have the fur to back it up!"
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Postby Yuros on January 30th, 2012, 9:28 am

With his leg free Yuros did not wait to hear the rest of Alea's speech. Within seconds he was on his feet and grasping at the door, swinging it open and dashing into the hall beyond. Down the corridor he ran, dodging many a confused Vantha on his way to escape the certain death that would come at the Huntress' hands. His heart pounded... his breaths came in short bursts... Once again, Yuros was hunted...

Finally, the pleasant glow of the morning sun greeted Yuros as he threw open the door to the stables. His chest heaved as he searched for a place to hid. Finally Yuros noticed the Gildling, the one owned by the Huntress, and a smile crept to the Kelvic's lips, The beast would never aid the Huntress in her pursuits. There I shall be safest!

In two bounds Yuros had cleared the distance, leaping over the straw to nestle against the wall on the far side, hopefully hidden by the horse. Breathing a sigh of relief Yuros looked up at the horse, how paid little mind to the Kelvic, and nodded his thanks. Then, he contented himself to waiting, till evening if that were how long it took...
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Postby Alea Davenport on January 30th, 2012, 10:38 am

Alea pursued the stag-man at her top speed, pumping her legs harder than she'd ever done before. Though the Kelvic was far faster than she, Alea was determined not to let him escape. Through the hold she chased him, managing to keep him in sight. Unfortunately, her stamina was nowhere near capable of keeping up with him, and by the time she saw him escaping outside, she was gasping for breath. She slowed to a walk, wincing as her hard breathing was starting to hurt her throat.

She stepped outside and looked around. There was no hoe of trying to follow his tracks in the snow; too many pairs of feet had already gone out this way, and try as she might, she could not determine which footprints belonged to Yuros. Despairing of ever finding him, she looked around, trying to imagine where he might have gone, but not really expecting any great insight. That was when she noticed that the stable door was slightly ajar.

Curious, suspicious, she went to the stables, closing the door behind her. Partly she was concerned about the winter chill reaching the animals inside. But it did not escape her notice that leaving the door open was an awfully careless thing to do, the sort of carelessness that might be caused by someone in a hurry....

Yuros may be able to outrun Alea, but was he as good at hiding? Not wanting to lose any advantage of surprise she might have, Alea crept along the soft, straw-covered floor, trying to keep noise to a minimum. She peeked quickly into some of the nearer stalls, wondering if Yuros has decided to hide among the horses, but she doubted a creature of his pride would consent to hiding among such "silly beasts."

That was when she heard a quiet snort from her own Gilding's stall. It was subtle, but in her experience, the Gilding never did anything without a purpose (usually to annoy someone, usually her). Figuring she had nothing to lose, she crept toward her horse's stall and peered into it from behind the feeding trough. Sure enough, there was Yuros, hiding behind her Gilding of all creatures. She shook her head, wondering how he could have been so foolish as to trust THIS of all beasts.

Still clutching the shirt, she stepped lightly into the stall, wondering if Yuros has actually been foolish enough to close his eyes. As she got closer, he still had not moved. Not entirely trusting her luck, she rushed the last few feet, pouncing on him and attempting to force the shirt over his head. "Gotcha!" she cried in triumph.
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Postby Yuros on February 7th, 2012, 12:30 am

Ridiculous creature, Yuros thought as the looked at the Gilding. The horse eyed the Kelvic with a gaze that spoke of similar sentiments, and it almost seemed to laugh as Yuros made a motion with his hand, signaling his need for silence.

Such noise... Is it so simple that it does not understand? Yuros almost sighed as the horse simply ignored his gestures, going about its business as if the Kelvic were not even there. Shaking his head the Kelvic closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, If he were not the Huntress' beast I would never be in such company... Truly they are all such silly beasts...

The Kelvic was so lost in his thoughts that he did not notice Alea's approach until it was far too late. Looking up at the sudden exclamation Yuros was blinded by the shirt being thrust over his head. In his surprise the Kelvic threw up an arm to shield himself, but this only complicated matters. Instead of the shirt sliding smoothly over his head it simply trapped Yuros' arm and head within the fabric, effectively blinding the poor, confused Kelvic. With a cry he leapt to his feet, throwing the girl from him and running from the stables, however he did not make it far. With the shirt still blinding him and trapping one arm, Yuros was unable to direct the course of his hurried escape, and thus he found himself slamming hard into something very solid, landing on his back in the snow. Then there was weight pressing on his chest, and hands guiding the neck of the shirt over his head so that, at least, the Kelvic once more could see the light of day. Then he lay there, his arm still trapped, staring stupidly up at the Huntress who perched on his chest, a coy smile on her lips.
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Postby Alea Davenport on February 15th, 2012, 8:34 pm

When Yuros shoved her away, she landed with an "oof!" against the side of the stall. She quickly chased after him, unwilling to let him escape. She had to giggle when she saw the poor blinded creature fall onto his back, but any sense of pity didn't stop her from holding him down while she forced the shirt into its proper place. He seemed to have accepted his fate, for he had stopped struggling quite so fiercely.

Still grinning, partly in triumph but mostly at how funny Yuros looked when he was out of his element, she let Yuros up. She made sure he was wearing the shirt properly, getting his arms through the sleeves. "Now you look presentable," she said before breaking down into giggles. He just looked so uncomfortable! Struggling to stifle her laughter long enough to speak, she added, "Come on. This wasn't just for fun, you know. We're going shopping." Taking Yuros' hand in her unrelenting grip, she pulled him along behind her as she made her way to the market.

About twenty chimes later, she was eight silver Mizas poorer and the proud owner of a pair of lovely warm mittens. She sighed in contentment at how warm her hands now were, the prospect of her hands from now on being protected from the bitter Avanthal winter almost bringing tears to her eyes. Sadly, it seemed that her companion was not exactly sharing her mood...

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Postby Yuros on February 29th, 2012, 11:39 pm

It was tight, itchy and overall completely uncomfortable. The Kelvic despised this outer fur that the two legs wore, cursed its very existence as he trudged along behind Alea, his displeasure written clear across his features. His footsteps were heavy, his demeanor poor. All in all he was one unhappy looking Stag.

Despite all of this, Yuros held tightly to Alea's hand, watching the girl as she almost seemed to glide across the snow. It had been some time since he had seen her this...

Yuros snorted, Yes, she smiles because she has bested me...

It was an odd thought, completely out of touch with the Kelvic's usual line of thinking, but even so Yuros knew it to be true. Yes he had been bested... But just this once it seemed... acceptable.

The girl's joyous mood was contagious, bringing forth a smile from most that they passed, and it even earned her a large, lopsided grin from the rather large man who sold her the fur for her hands. The Kelvic could not help but smile from time to time, but never would he allow the Huntress to see him given up. Thus, every time she turned to look at him he would plaster a sullen expression upon his lips. After all, the sweater was very itchy...
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