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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:01 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:23 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:44 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 12:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:38 am
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(Well, that was a pain in the arse. Turns out I needed minor surgery for the shoulder. Fun! Anywho, I'm back, lets get Bakher going again)
Noise intruded on his dreams, and he squawked sleepily as he slowly came awake, clutching at the fading dream trance like a human would for a misplaced blanket. He growled as he found that sleep would not return to him, and stretched his wings before opening his eyes. He saw that Kirias had gone while he was still asleep, and he wasn't sure if he was grateful or regretful of that.
Then he noticed the scent of Dragon on his feathers, and, taking in the subtle signs of scales against hard packed dirt right next to him, lead him to conclude with a wry smile that the Dragon had decided to sleep right up against him, somehow not waking him from his sleep while doing so; Usually he was awakened by the smallest things, and having someone curl up against him should have woke him as surely as avarice breeds more avarice.
But that was all in the past now; He rose, and, stretching cautiously,found that his muscles had recovered from his Magik incident; no pains or tightness, nothing to show that he'd had his body fundamentally altered by Magika. Well, aside from the rather visible alterations, he supposed,
He heard voices in the distance, by a quirk of the shape of the Den the voices were as clear as if they were being spoken in front of him, and he frowned; He didn't recognize them.
Newcomers? he wondered as he padded along. It was only his concentration on the voices that allowed him to notice the ever so soft sound of pads on dirt and stone, which gave him pause; who else was in the Den with him?
Sight proved of no use; the play of shadows and light and objects played havok with his eyes, and the sound had stopped, so he did the only thing he could: He breathed in, deeply, and exhaled slowly through his nares, letting his sense of smell go to work.
Lo and behold, a fresh scent, one he recognized; Larka. Larka was nearby, but hidden well enough he couldn't spot her. He then realized it had been some time since he had spoken to her last.
With that thought in mind, he came to a halt, and cleared his throat, loudly.
" I know you arrrre therrrrre Larrrrrka. Carrrrre to talk, orrrrr do you have otherrrrrr prrrresssssing issssues to deal with firrrrrsstly?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:19 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 8:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 8:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 1:17 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 1:57 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 10:42 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 5:01 pm
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