RP:Meeting Mrs. Daisy

This was the inaugural RP for my character and I am very pleased that it was with such a lovely partner as Daisy. I hope that anyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I did taking part in it!

Location was- The Larket Cemetery

Cemetery. Of all the places for little kittens to be, you'd think she'd be somewhere a little less on the death side and a little more on the moving around and doing things side. Of course, this whole perspective changes once necromancers are involved. She gives her tail a little huff. Definitely need to be a little more careful. Anywho. So here she is with her skipping and humming. Yes. Today seems like a good day for skipping and humming and passing along the graves. The ones without flowers or gifts look so lonely, don't they? Well not any more! Like some sort of plantish wake, those graves are littered with flowers as the feline passes by.

Trishelle sits upon a bench close to the shade of a tall nearby tree and slowly strokes his long long black hair with an ivory handled brush as he enjoys the peace and quiet of the Larket Cemetery. Trishelle often attends the locale as he is from Larket and has a fondness for the darker side of living. Piercing glowing blue hues carefully watch a black bird flying low near some of the graves. For a moment the hair brushing ceases and a thought of pouncing upon the tiny avian creature crosses the mind of the alluringly dressed bench sitter. Then out of the corner of his eye, Trishelle spots a radiant blonde individual skipping happily about the graveyard. Trish takes notice to many blooming flowers and such greenery sprouting about in her wake. Fascinated with the skipping female, Trish gives up on the bird and stares at the flowery cheerleader with much interest.

Daisy skips and hums and skips and it really is kind of nice to get out of the snow once in a while. She is so involved with the growing of things that she doesn't see the person seeing her! Her tail sees though. Eyeless and leathery and long and quite spikey at the end, it pokes out from its hiding spot there in the feline's skirts. Oooooh. It is stabbity time! The tail darts and jabs and tugs and pulls, but there is no getting around it, tail. You are attached to the tush of a druid. The tail slumps with dismay. If it had vocal chords, this is where you'd hear a loud whining. But you don't cause tails don't have vocal chords. Silent whines reach kitten ears, though. Rather. Tugs reach her tush. She turns to question what her tail is on about and nooow she spots the Trishelle. The frown meant for the tail turns into the sweetest of cuteable smiles you've ever seen. Ever. "Hi."

Trishelle tilts head to the side and casts an expression of what in the hell?! as the happy, bouncy and skippity fur lined female approaches closer to his bench. The expression cast is clearly in response to the sight of a rather unbelonging tail like feature that was somewhat unexpected to Trish's eyes or mind. Still, not one to judge books by their respective covers, Trishelle smiles as she takes note that her eyes have caught glimpse of his bench positioned form. As the yellowy skip happy woman gets close enough, Trish is instantly warmed up inside by the almost too adorable smile that blankets the lady's face. Trish grasps at his chest to make sure that his heart has not instantly melted and is in fact still beating properly. He tries to strain his neck to get a look at the odd leatherlike tail, but it seems to be hiding amongst bright beautiful fur now. The cheery bringer of flowers speaks and Trish looks up from the tail spotting efforts and higher up past the utterly stunning smile to dazzling green eyes as he offers response to the short greeting. "Umm hello there." Trishelle is almost opposite of his new companion as he is dressed in very dark colors mostly blacks and burgandy. His features are feminine yet not the gloriously happy kind of his new cemetery friend. Trish twitches and fidgets about on his bench as he has no choice but to smile back at the female. "Were you causing all that flowery business just now?" Trishelle motions to the wake of graves now covered with an array of colors.

Daisy keeps her eyes fixed on that smile being returned. Can you trust it? Is it friendly? Is it foely? Is it dangerous?! Foolish girl. You smiled first. Not everyone is going to grump at you if you smile at them. Not everyone is -Kuzial-. And look. This one is a boy in a skirt. How lovely is that? He's a lot prettier than some of those hoe-bags out there in Rynvale, I'll give him that much! Is hoe-bag time period accurate? Oh who cares. A paw is lifted to flick at the buzzing around her head that is actually a nothing anyone else would hear or see anyway. "Yes." She looks back at the flowers and sighs. "Some have no one." Ah-hah! Close enough again. Tails really need a way to triangle fingers of evil while saying 'excellent'. That would be awesome. Cause then they could do that before dartingoutatthetrishagain! Bwahahahaha-- fuu! Daisy catches the tail in both paws and a little hiss escapes her lips. "Behave I said." There is an apology and another smile for the Trishelle. "M'Daisy."

Trishelle takes his eyes of the captivating wonderment that is Daisy's face for a second as she seems to be swatting at imaginary insects. The eyes narrow and his facial features scrunch together as he attempts to discover the invisible nuisance, yet efforts are futile and the creature is clearly undetected by his abilities. So giving up, Trish returns his line of sight back to the radiant face of the furry lady and continues with his own smile that was seemingly placed upon his own face via the feline like womans magical powers of irresistible charm and cheer. "I am sure that the ones beneath the ground are at peace and have no worries anymore." Trish glances down briefly. "Tis the ones still walking about that feel the sadness of having nobody the most." Suddenly, and with near neck breaking speed and force, Trish jumps from his seated position and leaps back off the bench nearly tumbling over the back side. Had he not the skill of great agility, he surely would have injured himself due to being startled in such a way. His blue eyes begin to glow and ivory teeth elongate slightly as they allow themselves to be seen in a more menacing variation of a gesture unlike that of the previous smile. Trishelle was not ready for the tail to make such an appearance as it did. Starring up at Daisy, he gulps and attempts to compose himself as he pulls down his skirt as to not display his not so girlish parts to his new companion. At least not until she asks to see them of course. Happy that Daisy pawed her tail before it could accomplish what it was trying to do, Trish blinks at her, "Nice to meet you Daisy. I am Trishelle, though you may call me Trish if ya like and ummm what in the hell is up with yer tail lady?!"

Daisy is very thankful that reactions happen with a quickness! The last guy she let her tail poke grew feathers and was accosted by a wild hoo! She gives the tail a firm shake and opts to keep the thing clutched to her chest. "It doesn't like me." Do you tell him? Do you tell him about the fight and the drow who ate a bit of your first tail? Do you tell him about the necromantic accident and the monkey tail that came of it? Or the wizardly dance and a dandy of a coatrack stealing that tail to make way for the peacock tail? Or how about the gaunt offered cookie defeathering and bringing this monstrosity about. Her lips part and there is a soft inhale. "Long stories are long."

The sky darkens, night begins to approach and worried about the moons and their soon arrival, Trishelle decides that it is time to get back to a safer and more secluded area of solitude. The phases of the moons often tend to make her brain go all fuzzy and loopy in turn making it difficult to control herself with her actions. Not unlike the current tail of her newly meet friend in fur, Daisy. Thankful that Daisy remains clutching onto the wicked tail, Trishelle does not remove his eyes from it as he speaks, "Ummm yes long stories....Still, I can not imagine how it could not like you. I would think it is impossible for anyone or anything to not like you. You seem to inspire the ability of liking!" Trish smiles at the feline, "I am afraid that I must be going. It is getting around that time that I must secure myself. The nighttime brings out the crazy types ya know." Trishelle winks as she begins to head home. "I hope to see you again Daisy. Oh and my favorite flowers are orchids for future knowledge."

Unfortunately I had to leave for ooc reasons so it was shorter than I wanted. I wished it could have gone on forever! Thank you Daisy <3