**::STARDUST::** - Custom slot open. Stuff pg. 658/9/71/2/4

Whats next for SD?

Customs!	18.8%	[ 22 ]
Raffles!	6.8%	[ 8 ]
Flatsale! (To add to my collection)	24.8%	[ 29 ]
Flatsale! (I'm new)	21.4%	[ 25 ]
Other (Suggest me something!)	8.5%	[ 10 ]
+1 poll whore	19.7%	[ 23 ]
Total Votes:			[ 117 ]

[GlacialWolf]

*Gnaws.* >3

[dbz2010]

-is gnawed on-

[~KiraKaguya~]

ninja

[Asellus]

ninja

[GlacialWolf]

I need to RP maul Aradia. There must be much drama.

[~KiraKaguya~]

dramallama <-- ? XD

[GlacialWolf]

Eh. You guys are getting the Arctic RP contest soon wether you vote for it or not! Because I see how it is. You want it all.

>_> <3

[Krissie]

ninja

[GlacialWolf]

*Pounces Krissie* !!

[~KiraKaguya~]

XD All is good. <3

[Asellus]

Indeed! More pretties= More rp targets! heart

[Aradia]

GlacialWolf

Eh. You guys are getting the Arctic RP contest soon wether you vote for it or not! Because I see how it is. You want it all.

>_> <3

But of course! We're greedy little buggers.

[GlacialWolf]

Laurent had been inside the forest longer than he cared to remember. Days ran into days, and in the end time had no real meaning at all anymore. Hiding from Octavian had proven easy if not paranoia enducing, and it had managed to cut him off from the realm of society. He couldn't risk contact with anyone essentially, or he might be found out. All for that one night with the one female. Well, it had been almost worth it. She'd been easy enough to charm after a little while, since everyone was curious about what it would be like at one time or another.

But she'd gone back to her lover. Not that it would have lasted between them, Laurent was famous for dissapearing shortly after the first few dates. There was no real advantage to staying with any one female in his opinion. In fact, the only thing Laurent was particularly good at was being a smooth talker and good at grooming just the right way. Shame that wasn't a particularly marketable skill.

He paced along the edge of the forest, aggrevated. It had been too long that he'd been out of the cover of trees in daytime. The desire for attention was getting to him, he was starving for company and it was starting to seem worth it if Octavian DID manage to find and maul him into oblibvion. He just had to pick the halfbreed's girlfriend, damn it all. Though from what he'd picked up in conversation, which was only bits and pieces, she had gone, come back, and was gone again. THe stupid halfbreed was probably in emotional shambles, and wouldn't be thinking about killing poor little Laurent.

So with that logic he stepped out into the sunshine. He positively beamed with happiness in just that one motion, and for the first time in a long time Laurent wasn't even a shade of b*****d. He was just basking in what he had been missing for months upon months. The male took a deep breath of the meadow air, closing his eyes in the process.

[Aradia]

On the far side of the lake, away from her home, a disheveled Vellir lay sprawled out in the grass, trying to get some rest. She had stopped taking count of how long it had been since she’d slept the whole night through some time ago, and would have been grateful for even an hour’s peaceful slumber. It wasn’t likely to happen, but dustling could hope, at least. While sleeping, she could dream of her Caiden; her beautiful, wonderful Caiden, and the warmth of being nestled up against him.

Not one sign of Caiden had been found since his disappearance those many months ago, and Vellir wasn’t fairing any better. Along with a lack of sleep, she was weak and thin, her appetite having fled her a while back; everyone in the clan and the humans often had to make her eat, fearing she might starve herself to death. And her golden-yellow featherfur, once lustrous and beautiful, was now matted coat of tangles and knots after a long time of going ungroomed. To put it mildly, Vellir was a wreck.

And all over you, love, she thought to herself, a few tears leaking from her emerald eyes. A familiar ache in her chest started to grow as she thought of Caiden. It made her shudder, and more tears started to fall.

((Yeah... That's pretty crappy. <.<" wink )

[GlacialWolf]

Laurent's eyes opened to the gorgeous sight of a lake sparkling in sunshine. There was still a crisp chill to the air, it hadn't been that long ago that snow had buried the desert. It was better now though, if only slightly above freezing. Grass had begun peeking over the top of the soil finally. He glanced across the shimmering lake, taking everything in. The equivalent of a convict after a long stay in solitary confinement. Everything did look more beautiful, the half bare trees, tricked into thinking it was actually winter, the shrubs, lake, that disheveled lump of yellow and purple in the grass across from him....

Hey.

There was a lump of yellow and purple over there. At first Laurent almost heaved himself back into the woods, but the purple meant it definitely wasn't Vestakia. Starved for contact, Laurent sauntered around the lake to meet this dragon who, as he got closer, was obviously female. Not only that, she was obviously in some state of horrible distress. All the earmarks of heartbreak, and a prime opportunity. It had been months, after all. Males had a right to the company of pretty females, which she would have been if she weren't so unruly looking. Not that he was much better, but Laurent had done the best he could in the time he'd been without the brushing of a human, and overall he looked little worse for the wear.

And that would come in handy. Laurent's lucious green fur and his lithe frame were the tools of the trade, his silver tongue the capturing net. He was almost on top of Vellir before he saw that she was utterly in tears. Wordlessly, he came to rest in the grass next to her, close enough so that they were almost touching, but not quite.