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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:40 pm
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Juitris perforce had to stop when the male did. She barely contained her growl of impatience. How stupid was he?! The female took a deep breath as she glared at him. Of course he would be new, and be in her way. Why did this always happen to her?
"Yesss, I was. There is nothing hard to understand! I say move yourself out of my way and you clear the path. Even a commoner as dense as you should be able to figure it out." Was that her teeth grinding from jaws clenched too tightly? Juitris forced herself to relax just a bit. "Since you're new I will be helpful and give a bit of advice. Anyone with purple on their coat is Noble, and anyone," she glanced out of the corner of her eyes at him, "without, that's you by the way, is not. When a Noble gives an order any non-noble should follow it. Promptly," she emphasized. Pointed looking at him, then the side of the path.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 1:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 9:35 pm
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Finally the lion seemed to relent to at least ONE of her demands questions. Once he'd visibly calmed down enough to stop laughing he shifted, catching his breath and grinning at the other.
Then he winked, and by the time his eye had opened again he'd changed appearance, just that fast. His real size became apparent, for one, much larger than most mortals, a bit bigger than one of the Firekin males, but lacking their coloring completely. His wings stretched out from his sides for a moment as if shaking out after being cramped under the illusion. Lush feathers spread from his backside, covering his tail, which ended in a yellow tuft of fur. His spots appeared, his swirls as well on his legs, and his necklaces. Really the image of the plain and dull colored male was gone in an instant, leaving this jovial, laughing god in his wake.
Icarus, god of indulgence, at your service miss.
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 9:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 10:08 pm
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magnadearel Sorry! I missed your quoted text before. If you want we could do that and I could edit my post, or I could have him take off in the next reply!
For her sake Icarus really did try containing his mirth this time. He hadn't expected her to be quite THIS shocked, after how she'd been acting before the contrast was almost too much. Somehow he did manage, though, and patiently waited for her to get over her surprise. In the meantime his wings refolded and tucked themselves neatly at his sides again. So very many witty one-liners passed through his mind while he waited for her to recover.
What's the matter, cat got your tongue?
Is fly-catching some sort of new game I haven't heard about?
If you're trying to speak you might want to try opening and closing your mouth to form the words.
He kept them all to himself, they were just a means to pass the time for the moment. Eventually he did feel it was getting excessive, though, her eyes widening a little further with that second step back. So with a gentle verbal nudge, an eyebrow arching curiously-
You alright, miss...?
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