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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:48 pm
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Niom was slowly starting to come back, a distant voice bringing his subconscious back to the surface.
"Are you ok, Niom?"
he blinked, his mind waking back up and stared at the girl for a long moment before remembering who she was. "Nymphet." it was a statement, not a question, "right, i'm fine. sorry." he shook his head and sat up, looking around. "Sorry, didn't hear what you said before. and, um-what time is it? i seem to have lost track."
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 10:50 pm
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Washing the dishes didn't take nearly as long as he would have liked. "alright, time for the spell. it hurts a bit, so don't mind if i look like i'm in pain, ok?" Niom idly wondered how high his pain tolerance would become if he continued like this and then suddenly didn't want to know. they went out into the courtyard and Niom make sure to stand several paces away from Nymphet. the spell was just a chant after the first casting, the initial spell needing ruins written over the body in a special fluid, but once done, the spell was in place for life. he removed his shirt before he closed his eyes and softly chanted, "Crescere ventus ascensorem." Pain shot from his shoulder blades, but to his surprise, it didn't hurt as badly as he remembered. maybe his pain tolerance was already higher than what it was back then. he did spend an excruciating night having his back carved into not so long ago, in comparison this was nothing. soon he had black feathered wings protruding from his back, an impressive nine foot wing span stretching out and fluttering a bit. "that feels odd, not matter how you think of it," he muttered softly, wondering what they looked like with the newly carved marks surrounding their base. "there we are, ready for lessons?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:57 pm
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"White wings are beautiful, Nymphet," Niom said softly. "My master had white wings, but because of my tainted blood i was never able to produce them." he gently ran his fingers over her white fluff before stepping back, "Right, let's begin."
Niom called it to an end when the sun was starting to set, "you've done really well Griffin." he stroked the creature's beak, "and you too, Nymphet. how about we head inside and start dinner, i'm starving!"
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