Who are you? [Fauve]

[oriel jacques trudel]

Oriel didn't know what to do with himself. His whole life he just thought that he was just a mistake a thing dropped on earth, that didn't age and the strange ability to change into a very small creature with wings. He didn't remember that he had siblings, parents. "I... I don't know last thing I remember before losing my memory was running through the forrest with Gren and some others then...then..." He couldn't remember anymore. He didn't know if they had died or survived. He'd just passed out. When Sid rubbed up against him he petted him. "When I woke I couldn't remember anything. It was just as if I was never a faerie. I didn't have family. There was no war...."

Outfit

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Notes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He's soooo sad...
Tagged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fauve
Song ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born and Raised – John Mayer[/center]

[Fauve Ami Trudel]

A harsh breath pushed from Fauve's lips while she tried to get her head around all of this. "Aborde-moi..." she murmured disbelievingly, still holding on to his shoulders. Before she could over-think things, she leaned in, pressing her forehead to his. The relief at suddenly not being all alone here was...well, it was indescribable. She pecked a quick kiss on his forehead and stood.

"Well, Ory, you here now, and you got me, beb." She offered him a hand up. "C'mon, then. Let's to chez-moi, get you somethin' to drink? No sense makin' a crisis in the street, oui? Allons-y." She took up Sid Vicious's leash, too.

[oriel jacques trudel]

Oriel felt Fauves lips against forehead and smiled. She was always the reckless one and there older sister was the one who did those sorts of things. But, Oriel was never the one to cry either. He looked at her with a small smirk. "I think that sounds like a great idea. A drink sounds good." Oriel was glad to have found his sister. Was glad to know he had a life before Clara. Now he just really wanted to catch up with his sister. "You're going to have to tell me what happened to you, Fauve," He said as he grabbed her hand.

Outfit

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Notes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --
Tagged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fauve
Song ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born and Raised – John Mayer[/center]

[Fauve Ami Trudel]

As they started out toward Fauve's place, Sid took off ahead and damn near took her arm out of its socket. She yanked the huge creature back with an impressive show of upper-body strength, hauling him all the way back to her side. "You heel 'fore I wring y'neck, hear?" she bitched at him. The dog just looked up at her, oblivious, and his huge tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. "Damn dog's retarded," she murmured.

Fauve looked down at their hands, raising an eyebrow. It was more affection than she was used to, but not unwelcome, especially considering the crisis he'd just managed through. "What happened t'me?" she mused with a shrug. "Ain't s'much to tell. Stole Gren's britches after y'all went off, took up with the Mississippi branch and kicked tchew 'cross the states n'then some. We's missin' the whole flock, like I says, though. Ain't none of 'em left on the radar. And Maw and Paw....well, s'a story for later, cher."

[oriel jacques trudel]

Oriel watched the dog as the tried to rip off Fauve's arm, he laughed a bit still a bit dizzy. He leaned a bit against his sister. He laughed as she talked about him. "Eh, he's nice."

Oriel listened to her story. "'S alright. I'm a bit tired anyway," Oriel yawned as they walked. His eyes were feeling a bit droopy. Get all your memories back was tiring. "Fau, I know we haven't been back together long enough but do you think I could stay over at your house. I 'aven't enough energy to walk all the way back to the school."

Outfit

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Notes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry I have hardly any Oriel muse left right now.
Tagged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fauve
Song ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born and Raised – John Mayer[/size][/center]

[Fauve Ami Trudel]

With a sideways smirk at her brother, Fauve dropped his hand and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Sure thing, sug. You know kin's always welcome 'round kin." Her place wasn't so far off, just a block or so from the park, so it wasn't long before she slowed to a stop in front of a desolate-looking brick apartment building.

She led him up one flight of stairs and fished a set of keys out of her back pocket. Sid nosed at the door impatiently while she opened it, revealing...well. The pit. The pit that was Fauve's apartment.

It was an efficiency, one big room with a partitioned off kitchen and a small bathroom at the back of the apartment. Her bed was a thin mattress directly on the floor with sheets that probably hadn't been gray originally, but certainly were now. One side of the bed was occupied only by a pillow - sans case - and a top sheet. The other was piled high with clothes and magazines and an empty beer bottle. A sheet of plywood on top of cinder blocks served as her coffee table, and that, too, was buried in mess - dirty dishes, bits of trash, a mostly-empty bottle of jack and more empty beer bottles and cans. Nicotine scented the air, left the walls and windows with a yellowish sort of tint. The floor was sort of clear on the far corner of the place where a worn looking dog bed sat beside Sid's water bowl and bits of dog food directly on the linoleum. For seating, she had two mismatched folding chairs, one covered in clothes and the other occupied by a pizza box with two slices left in it.

"Home sweet home," she said, shoving the clothes off the first chair and sliding it over in offering. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Never was much for cleanin'."