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Barton OOC
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 10:36 pm
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 Feylin was embarrassed as Arushi applied her homemade salve to the various wounds and bruises across his chest, arms, and legs. He had never had anyone tend to his injuries before, since they had always healed very quickly on their own. But Arushi administered her salve with a practiced hand, and soon Feylin felt a hundred times better. When she had finished with him and moved on to Maia, he answered her question.
"Well, the truth is, we didn't start out traveling together. Y'see, I heard rumors about this place on my travels. Rumors of caves filled with gold, jewels, and other unimaginable riches. Being a treasure hunter, I couldn't resist such a great potential find. I came here as fast as my legs could carry me, hoping to strike it big. I didn't find any treasure, but what I did find was even more valuable than all the riches and treasure in the world: Maia's friendship.See, she had just run away from her old life with her abusive uncle, and had gotten lost in the woods. Luckily, she happened to stumble upon a campsite that I had been sharing with another traveler who I never got the name of. When Maia told me her story, I felt so bad that I offered to take her with me on my travels. She was a bit wary at first, but after a little while, she warmed up to the idea. That was the start of our wild adventures in this forest, leading up to when we got captured by those trolls and you rescued us. And there's a first time for everything right? I mean I don't think many of the travelers you see in this forest are half dragon are they?"
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The Spiders Web [Medieval/Fantasy] Accepting/ Open
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Barton Town
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 9:52 pm
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Adelai knew he couldn't stay here long, at least not in his current state of dress. He could already sense trouble brewing as more and more of the town's residents crowded around to get a peek at the strange, tall anthro standing naked in their town. This wasn't good. He had just hoped to come here to rent a room in an inn and wait out the storm, but as long as he wasn't wearing any clothing, he would stick out like a sore thumb, or as much as any other anthro in a town that only seemed to be populated by humans.
He knew it'd only be a matter of time before someone called one of the town guards on him, and there was no way he could defend himself against the town guards without causing total mayhem. There was only one solution : He would have to buy clothes for himself. Adelai detested clothing. He found it unbearably uncomfortable and restrictive, as did most of the members of his race.
It wasn't like he couldn't afford to buy himself clothes though; He had a sizable amount of gold tucked away in a pouch tied onto a belt on his waist. He moved forward through the throng of bewildered humans, who scrambled to get out of his way. Keeping a firm paw on his pouch in case of cut purses, He quickly made his way to what he assumed was a clothing shop and went inside. The shopkeeper took one look at Adelai and made a faint choking noise, as if he had just swallowed something unpleasant. Adelai ignored him and went over to some clothing racks. He picked out some black breeches and a green cloak. He didn't get a shirt, as he didn't want to be too uncomfortable. He took the clothing to the counter and addressed the shopkeeper. "How much?" he asked in his deep baritone. The clerk, who was shaking like a leaf answered quickly, stumbling over his words "Th-thirty c-c-coins!" Adelai took out his pouch, placed the exact amount on the counter, and turned to go into a dressing room in the back. When he was inside, he removed his bow and quiver, unsheathed a claw and cut a slit in the back of the pants for his tail. Then he pulled on the pants and buttoned on his cloak, after which he replaced his bow and quiver, exiting the dressing room and the shop soon after.
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The Spiders Web [Medieval/Fantasy] Accepting/ Open
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Barton Town
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:36 pm
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Adelai emerged from the forest and looked up at the sky. Grey and overcast. That meant rain. Indeed, he could smell the scent of freshly dampened earth, warm and heavy on the wind. He'd have to find shelter soon if he wanted to escape the downpour. But the nearest town was nearly two miles away. He could see it on the horizon, looming like tiny jagged hills at the edge of the world. The first few cold drops fell on top of his head, spurring Adelai on. He hated the smell of wet fur, and he'd have to move quickly if he wanted to escape the worst of the rain. He shouldered his bow and quiver and took off across the broad flat grassy terrain, dashing at a speed that any human, and indeed one from almost any other race would be hard pressed to keep up with.Fortunately for Adelai, the land was very even and open, providing easy passage for one moving at this speed.
Within the space of several minutes, Adelai could see the town's buildings and other stuctures, though they were still some distance away. The rain began to pick up, and Adelai responded by increasing his pace to reach the town even sooner. He didn't want to be caught in the rain, but that was an impossibility now, as it was now pouring vigorously. He reached the town as his fur was beginning to become drenched, and ducked under the nearest roof he could find, ignoring the strange and angry looks the residents were giving him.
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Barton OOC
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:46 pm
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((This is how I think I want Feylin to look, only he's wearing clothes.. What d'you think?))
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Masterbating.
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General Discussion
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:21 pm
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I can't help it if my paws have a mind of their own.
If you've never masturbated, you're probably scared to have sex, and you're most likely a virgin.
A self stimulated orgasm feels just as euphoric as a sexually stimulated one, if not better.
Why would you want to deny yourself such an amazing natural feeling?
Op may just be a mule account troll, but Op is sad and lonely and probably uncomfortable it's
own disgustingly fat body. Do the world a favor and tie a boulder to your head and go jump in a lake.
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Barton OOC
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:26 pm
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Feylin turned to the elf girl raising an eyebrow. "Pet? Maia is not my pet. She's my best friend, and I'd prefer if you acknowledge that, Arushi. And we weren't after those trolls. they captured us. We did what we had to do to escape with our lives. But we are grateful for your help. Without you, we'd probably not have survived to be talking to you right now, and for that, you have our thanks." his words trailed off when he glimpsed the pearly gates. The city beyond left him dumbstruck by it's vast, lustrous beauty. "Wow.... So the legends are true. There really is a hidden elf city. Maia! we're here! I can't believe it! we've found the elf city! I'd heard so many stories about this place, but I never imagined they were true! This is truly amazing! I can't believe how beautiful this place is!"
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:37 am
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Feylin was overjoyed when Maia stirred and responded to his touch He was surprised when an elf came over to attempt to heal his leg, and even more surprised that when her efforts failed she helped Maia to carry him out of the cave into the cool night air, followed by the rest of the elven warriors. He turned to Maia and spoke to her, although he wasn't sure if she could speak back. " Maia, I'm so glad to see that you're okay. Back there, when that troll hit you with that magic blast and you hit the wall so hard, I thought for sure that you were dead. I lost my mind, and all I wanted to do was fight. Fight and die. I just kept on killing the trolls hoping that they'd kill me too, because without you, I didn't have the will to live anymore. I was truly contemplating letting the trolls kill me, but then the elves showed up, and I fought on, planning on going out in a blaze of glory in front of them. But now that I know you're alive, I feel like a fool for what I did."
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Dead Earth (Open!/Accepting!)
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:56 am
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Feylin placed a one of his magnums in Jerimiah's outstretched hand. "Yeah, we should be ready. Here, take a few clips. You'll need them." He pulled out some clips and handed them to Jerimiah as well. "Whatever that thing was, it's still out there, and we're gonna need to be even more careful. I really get this uneasy feeling, like one worse than I already have from the zombies running around. Like death is even closer to us than we think. Maybe we need to scout the area a bit."
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:16 am
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Feylin recovered from Maia's attack quickly and roared in anger, leaping to his feet and unsheathing his claws. Believing Maia to be dead, Feylin flew into a berserk rage, throwing himself at the trolls that had blasted her. They outnumbered him ten to one, but he didn't care. To him, there was no point in living if Maia was gone. He reached the one with the staff first. The unfortunate troll tried blasting Feylin with the staff's magic. But Feylin's dragonic blood shielded him from the attack. He lashed out with his claws snapping the staff in half. Then he grabbed the troll and tore it in half as well, tossed the halves aside, and went for the others, breathing fire all over them. Their death screeches augmented Feylin's rage as he fought, and his bloodlust increased. The trolls were indeed suffering terrible losses under Feylin's onslaught, but there seemed to be no end to their numbers, and even Feylin couldn't take down as many trolls as there seemed to be flowing in from nowhere. He was beginning to become surrounded by squat, warty bodies, who continuously pounded him with clubs. A sharp blow to his leg caused Feylin to drop down on one knee, yet he fought on, not even flinching due to the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Under the fierce, relentless blows from clubs, Feylin began to slow, his killing blows becoming less and less accurate. He had just been about to be taken down when a hail of arrows flew in, embedding themselves in the trolls around Feylin, while leaving him unharmed. He turned around and saw an entire troop of tall, graceful figures hacking their way into the chamber with long knives and swords. Heartened by the unexpected aid Feylin fought with renewed vigor, and soon, the chamber was silent, filled with the bodies of hundreds of trolls When the fighting was done, Feylin ignored his rescuers and limped over to the prone form of Maia. Tears welled up in his eyes as he took her head in his hands. He wept, his tears dripping down his face and onto Maia's..
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:09 am
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A loud roar in a nearby chamber told Feylin one thing: Maia had gone through her transformation. The noise sent the trolls into uproar, swinging their clubs and chattering in their incoherent language. Feylin sped up, eager to get to Maia. He'd never seen her in her feral form, and he wanted to see just what kind of carnage she could wreak. When he rounded a corner, he ducked just in time to miss the lifeless body of a troll which flew over his head and landed on it's comrades behind Feylin. Still holding the troll leader by the throat, Feylin rushed into the adjacent chamber and gasped. Instead of Maia, he saw a gigantic lioness busily tearing trolls apart left and right. Was this Maia's feral form? He looked at the troll leader, whose eyes had rolled back in his head. Uh oh. Feylin thought. Without the troll leader to use as a shield, Feylin wouldn't be able to get out of here without being harmed. He could only hope that the trolls were dumb enough to think their leader was still alive. He had no such luck. One troll, obviously a bit smarter than the others(but not by much) took one look at the lifeless body of it's leader, and went into a frenzy. " King Grub! Fire cat make king Grub dead! We make fire cat dead!" At this, Feylin tossed the corpse at the trolls and summoned his fire. He tossed fireballs left and right, roasting trolls left and right. The sickening odor of burning troll flesh filled the chamber as Feylin fought, trying his hardest to stay well away from the lioness, who was still tearing trolls apart as fast as Feylin was roasting and clawing them.
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