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Post by Annie on Apr 24, 2005 19:38:34 GMT -5
Oh, well the picture looks more like a margay because it has big eyes. Compared to ocelots, margays have big eyes...Seems like to me anyway.
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Post by Natalie + Perc on Apr 24, 2005 20:03:11 GMT -5
yea, now that i look at it DOES look more like a margay!! But gogle can't betray me after all we've been through.. CAN IT???!!!
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Post by |3200k1 on Apr 24, 2005 20:13:40 GMT -5
Oh, well the picture looks more like a margay because it has big eyes. Compared to ocelots, margays have big eyes...Seems like to me anyway. I agree.
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Post by Annie on Apr 24, 2005 20:27:05 GMT -5
It betrays me all the time.
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Post by cock of teh walk on Apr 25, 2005 3:11:35 GMT -5
well, y'all rememer how i was calling my demon Behemoth a while back?
Heres what I found :
Tribute to the Behemoth
Act 1
Scene 1
Darkness, a figure walks onto the stage making loud bold snaps with his heels. The stage is illuminated slowly with cold grey light; only the man's feet and lower legs are visible. Auburn leather shoes, unlikely matched with bright lime green silk stockings. No other clothing is visible. The feet are slightly spread apart. Obscurely, in the distance, a clearly damaged recording of Anitra's Dance begins to play, plays for about ten seconds, and begins to loop. The noise continues for another thirty seconds and then breaks off suddenly.
A woman’s voice (hoarsely): And then I asked if she'd like some melons to go with those beets. They were ripe you see, real firm specimens. You rarely get melons like that in the middle of February.
Coughs several times. Pause.
Woman’s voice: They were real juicy you know, not too big, but real juicy.
Darkness. Sounds of falling rain. In the center of the stage, a heavy red glow fades in. A single cherry velvet ottoman stands on the side. Sounds of a muffled radio transmission, what seems to be a football game. A fair skinned frail young woman walks in casually but in haste, tying a white towel around her wet hair. Her body is covered with a larger white towel. She fusses with the towel for some time, then sits carefully on the ottoman, and pulls a magazine from behind it. She reads the magazine seeming interested for a while, then raises, and drops it on the floor loosely. She begins to unravel her towel, her back to the audience. She holds the towel open with her hands, and drops her head back slowly; lights fade to darkness.
Melons passage repeated (First part only).
With a disturbing flash of light, the full set is revealed: a continuous wooden strip of medium height runs across the stage, eleven carousel horses are painted in vulgar faded tones on the wood. Directly behind the strip, eleven identical white mannequins can be seen, each corresponding to a horse. A tall young man wearing an inexpensive summer suit, auburn leather shoes, and a straw hat enters the stage from the left, aside him, a young lady dressed in a tennis outfit.
Sylvia (laughing): I told you it was a young lad, I did, didn't I?
Roger: Yes, honey, you did.
Sylvia: And you thought it was a girl, silly. That's what they want you to think, that's why they dress them up like that, with all that bright makeup and things. It's funny, don't you think, the way they dress up those young lads like that?
Roger: Yes, honey.
The couple stops in the middle of the stage. They are silent for a while.
Sylvia: Did you have a good time at least?
Roger: Oh yes, a jolly good time.
Sylvia: Splendid.
Silence.
Sylvia: Did you like the midgets?
Roger: Mmmm...yes.
Sylvia: Isn’t it lovely the way they are, like tiny men. (Pause) They look awfully bothered though; I wonder if it’s because they have tiny hearts. Do they have tiny hearts Roger?
Roger: Well, I suppose they do.
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Post by Cat on Apr 25, 2005 10:32:09 GMT -5
Whoa. Whoa. You really didn't make that up? It's so ... out there. XD
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Post by cock of teh walk on Apr 25, 2005 12:23:40 GMT -5
aw hells no. I wish I made it up, doesnt it rock? I ll just have to settle with pretending its a tribute to me n my daemon.
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Post by |3200k1 on Apr 25, 2005 15:00:29 GMT -5
That is kinda crazy...A fitting tribute to the both of you.
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Post by cock of teh walk on Apr 25, 2005 15:04:24 GMT -5
*daemon purrs with pleasure*
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Post by Zoe 'n' Calosta on Apr 25, 2005 15:05:50 GMT -5
Oh yeah that's got Ghost written all over it
and midgets
But it is really cool! Calosta is spanish, so is Randeras but neither of them will translate and whenever I google it, it gives me a bunch of spanish sites and I CAN'T READ SPANISH.
There there dear
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Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Apr 25, 2005 19:22:43 GMT -5
The name 'Syriel' doesn't mean anything in any language that I know of, but shei says it means 'playful', but not in the normal sense.
'Callida' on the other hand, is a form of the Latin adjective 'callidus, -a, -um', meaning 'clever, dextrous, experienced, skillful, cunning'.
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Sil and Veil
dæmian
"I'm not frigging Bambi you know."-Veil
Posts: 325
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Post by Sil and Veil on Apr 25, 2005 19:28:00 GMT -5
Did all of you guys suggest a name for your daemon, and they agreed? Because Veil chose his own name, quite clearly.
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Post by |3200k1 on Apr 25, 2005 20:01:24 GMT -5
Did all of you guys suggest a name for your daemon, and they agreed? Because Veil chose his own name, quite clearly. Nope.I asked him his name and he said Nemith.
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Leah
dæmian
Bo-atalin-Fenrealissutanialo
Posts: 119
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Post by Leah on Apr 25, 2005 20:12:31 GMT -5
I didn't exactly suggest it, I thought about it and it sort of... came to me. It hasn't changed, but it's been shortened from Bo-atalin, to Atalin, to Talin, to Tal.
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Post by Lulu on Apr 26, 2005 11:10:02 GMT -5
Did all of you guys suggest a name for your daemon, and they agreed? Because Veil chose his own name, quite clearly. Haha, nope, he snapped it at me
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