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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:03 pm
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(apologies if this seems rather stilted, I'm trying to get back into "RP mode", so to speak)
Meakara lifted her head as the Alpha wolf and the blue dragon walked into the chamber, and shifted her hooves; the bands in them were a constant dull ache of pain. Her ears twitched as she listened to the dragons words, then cleared her throat.
" I apologize for accusing you, She-Dragon.... I was not in my right mind"
She heard the quiet scrape of talon on stone and looked over at the entrance to the chamber just as Bakher walked in, his feathers sodden, and, curiously, he had the Prana she'd seen perched on his back. The gryphon murmured something to the creamy white bird, and the Prana vanished in a flash of Magik to appear elsewhere in the chamber.
Tirtrial off his back, he gratefully shook himself like a cat, trying to get the water out of fur and feather, then used his Magik to call a small but incredibly hot mote of radiance into existence above himself. Steam rose from him, and he grimaced; times like these, he wished that he had the same oil producing gland that the Gryphonkin that lived in climates like this had. Unlike them, his feathers soaked up water like a sponge, and he'd had his fill of all the fun fungal infections that could result.
As he baked himself, he looked over at Kirias, and clacked his beak to get her attention.
"Ssssso, evidently the image I ssssshowed you meant sssssomething.... May I asssssk why? and how isssss he related to you?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:38 am
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