first track...? interesting character...

Love the introduction to this, and the character design oooohhh!
Of Monsters and Men is the only band of which I like every song

Tracking ♥

track!

Ird hasn't had much interaction either, it enjoyed the company thoroughly. It hopes she'll be back!

: D

That's a great band, Of Monsters and Men! ^-^ Right now, Ird is sitting with Spartak and Kio.

HNNNNNN

Really, really enjoy this character, and so does my fawn. ♥

PS - now that Ird's a mini, you might want to try changing the name of the pond file. That'll allow Ird to go into the pond without losing his set! The process is described in the very last comment.

I tried casting on him the white pelt several times but you must have been clicked off sccreen or something. Jun loves him!

@Junalia: Yeah, I was in the shower. Ird is really fond of her company.

@Poppy: Hey there!

You should! I love rp'ing with Ird, he is so sweet!

Come here muse, we won't hurt you. I can give you cookies. Wait.. do you even have a mouth?

Sure! I got to warn you though; Ird is probably going to be hyper and excited or he may be peevish and a bit snippy. It's hard to tell with it. If Akhen doesn't talk, well Ird will probably talk enough for both.

"Oh! Is a that for me? Oh! Ird tinks it's beautiful Ju! Oh, it looks like a bit a water! Ju, you pretty blue, Thank-you bebbe! Ird will wear always."

Aww, that is so cute! Thank-you so much, this was really thoughtful! You just made both of our days! Merry Christmas!

Ird will do what ever Ird's going to do I guess... it's even more unpredictable then Lil is lol. What ever happens it will certainly be interesting!

Oh goodness! This will indeed be fun! (;

Every single shred of concentration was focused on the little lumpy looking frog hidden halfway under a log. Ird wanted that frog, wanted to see it, touch it and talk to it. Tapping at the thing with a hoof only made it retreat deeper and the being had to stop for it didn't want to hurt it. Beckoning to the frog didn't work either. Neither did singing, nor inviting it to dance. With no other option available the springbok began trying to dig the newly thawed soil out from under it. Frustration stretched across the features and annoyed squeaks popped their way out of the mouth. This went on for a few more minutes until the frog tired of being prodded and launched itself at the idol spirit, who immediately shrieked and fell over.

It sat there in the mud, unhappy that the frog had left. With a huff it glanced around the pond expecting it to be just as empty as it usually was. But wait, what was that thing drinking water over there? Curiosity took over sadness on the face as it crept closer to the other, slinking low to avoid attention. It skittered behind the big bird thing as it climbed to the bank. Puzzled Ird watched the bird stag nibble its self. Why do that? Unable to keep secret much longer it popped up and closed the distance between them. "Is you a bird? Yous very fluffy, Ird wishes Ird could be so fluffy and majesik. You have hooves? What you do'n? Youse nibbling self. I'm Ird." It paused for breath and countinued. "Ird seen you fore ya know? Up by the crying stone. You don look very happiny. You cold or what? Ird don't - doesn't get cold."

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Yep, Ird has decided to be talkative.

It thought it had startled the other but then again the bird thing was still trying to nibble himself. Maybe bird was confused? It leaned forwards intently, eye sockets fixed on the bird's beak thing and the words coming out. Yes... get .. cold It nodded enthusiastically at that statement. The movement of the wing caught its attention immediately making Ird wonder just how big those must be. Did bird fly? Would Ird like to fly if it could? It didn't know. Hmmm. Lucky you don't fell it What? "Why is Ird lucky? Mebbe Ird might not like it if Ird could feel it but Ird would like to feel it, ya know? Ird can't get warm, hungry or thirsty. Ird can't taste but Ird still would like to know what things taste like. Even the bad things. Mebbe that white snow stuff an cold is good but Ird'll never know right?"

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It is! Ird doesn't really get personal space either, maybe they could met one day? Fun characters are the best.

It nodded happily. "[=yellow]Ird makes do with Ird got though. There are things Ird wouldn't what anyways, hunger is bad when there's no food to eat. And cold does kill things sometime. Good with bad sos Ird is okay with not tasting and what not.[/colo]" It squeaked when the word fun came up. "Oh yes! Ird do like fun!" The being jumped and pranced about the bird before sobering slightly. "Tis not ahways fun though. No one stays past a day wid Ird. Gets lonely no madder wat. But there are others that come so Ird guess Ird is lucky for that."

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They would get along great! She has a very interesting concept, the walking garden. That would look amazing in real life! Can you imagine?

It focused on its little hooves somewhat sadly. "Sometimes Ird is alone for days. Once even a week." It shrugged and its sockets flickered back up to the bird's face. "Tis certainly nice to meet new, like you though." It hopped closer and flopped down a little bit away. "Youse still cold hmm? Maybe Ird could help wid that if youse want hmm?"

That will be a great interaction!

"NO. No, no, no Ird not leaving p-pond. Ird c-can't .... its s-scared. I-ird's fault no one come back. Ird is bad seed." It shook sockets pointed towards the ground. If it left, it felt that something bad would happen. Like the ground would fall out from under its hooves and there would be a long, long fall. The bird's next words quickly snapped its attention again. In a second the fear was gone and it was on its feet looking for the best place. "Ird can help wid that! Here hold a sec..." It circled the bird before exclaiming "There!" And with that It launched forward skidding to a stop pressed against the bird's side. The idol spirit quickly kicked up its heat, increasing its unusually warm body into something like an electric blanket.

It popped and clicked snuggling closer to the bird. "Welcome, Ird like help." Ird peeped happily like a baby bird at the nuzzle. It liked this stranger, Yes! A confused expression crossed its face at the question posed. "Why Ird no know! Ird never thought about that!" Confusion turned into disbelief. "What if Ird is magic? Ird did come out of the crying stone after all..."

"Certainly does! Even the spirits are different here, more alive ya know?" It fell silent gazing out across the pond. A nod. "What's your name bird, Ird like know."

"Akhen....what name mean? It's not, not- oh whatsit we speaking- engel -English tis it?" It pressed closer, trying as it always did to get as close as possible. It rested its little head on the ground noting the forming pool of blood and chuffed at it. "Akhen? Ird didn't tell you Ird's real full name. Ird should though, so Ird is gonna." It took a deep breath undeniably nervous before spitting the name out. "Name is Irdlirvirisissong."

(I actually have no real clue how to pronounce its name, I've looked it up but no one has said how it's pronounced so I'm just going to wing it)

"Ird - lir - vir - is - e -song, Irdlirvirisissong." It carefully produced, knowing that Akhen probably still couldn't make heads nor tails of it. Most couldn't. "Just call me Ird Akhen - Akhenaton. Tis easier ya?"