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Rp log Youngling
1.Crabs in the sand 5
2. Flames of Old 5
3. Turnips or Turnips? 5

Rp Log Prentice
New Year New Me 5
Hidden Treasures 5
Twinergy 5
Not as bad as it looks 5

Class Choice Solo: Solo 5

Rp Log Beast Charmer

The events of the last little while had made his life become so much richer, with the celebrated arrival of his niece and nephew, then too was a chance now that he himself one day might soon become a father himself. He had seen small changes in his usually unflappable twin and therefore knew it was an experience that brought about profound change. He found himself wandering about the yard and Matori doing little things for the garden, otherwise making himself useful. Storm clouds were gathering slowly but ominously over the sea of foreshadowing of rain and wind to come. As a precaution he covered the plants that he could, if there was a storm coming, he would do well to gather some new reading material, as he had just finished his latest book with tea that very morn he wasn't huge into reading. He was picky with his material, and often too busy to get much reading done. However, when the chores were done, and it was storm season, there wasn't a whole heck of a lot else to do but read as it were. His latest book had been the last and long series and he was both hopeful and scared to find a new one. He liked Action, Adventure, magic and perhaps a touch of romance just keep things spicy. His gardening chores complete, he dusted himself up check the clouds and estimated that he had about forty five minutes to get his butt to the bookstore, find a sweet and juicy gnarling back get back home to enjoy it in the soft chairs by the fire. Before all hell broke loose outside. He grabbed his weatherproof cloak just in case and scooted down the path the flowering bushes that lined the pathways of Matori exuded a kaleidoscopic perfume that could only be found here. He hoped that the winds he could just starting to flutter in over the ocean wouldn't hurt the bushes. As for the flowers, the birds and the bees and the Tories people would have to wait for reblooming as the wind would no doubt take the flowers right off. He sided the thought he rather enjoyed the Botanical Company on his walkabouts that I'm watching the teeny but busy lives of the pollinators that scurried about inspecting the blooms for nectar and spreading the accompanying pollen wantonly at random, thus ensuring genetic diversity. Plus, if grown from seeds, the flowers might be different than the parent though he had no idea how long it would take to see blooms from this tall bush if it was propagated that way.
Life and it's little wonders quite continued to fascinate him. The world was a wondrous place and he was happy to be a part of it and soaking up the last remnants of sunshine before the storm properly dug itself in. And all that would be left would be darkness, wind and rain. Set to scour the earth and brand it anew. He mossied just a bit faster now, his long legs made easy work of the distance his long hair braided for convenient suede behind him in a comforting counter rhythm to his step. Soon enough, he laid his hand upon the door to a little bookstore, which if it didn't expand soon would no doubt be bursting at the seams. The scent of paper ink and Vine expansion hit him as he entered. He noticed that heavy shutters were closed and that there were sandbags near the door. Good precautions when never knew when a storm was actually something stronger or cyclonic at this time of year coming in off the ocean as most storms did. He sat down one of the aisles and read the books back of a few covers. Almost immediately found one of interest on tattoos and their meanings from regions around 10 Dodgy it was a bit more nonfiction than most of what he read but he had indeed been thinking of tattoos now that he could not impersonate his brother, why not be even more unique? He wasn't sure what he wanted that to to have though. And he hoped that this new book might just help him along with that. He searched through the rest of his more useful sections and found a book about a cowardly musician that had he felt might be a good storm read. He purchased the pair and had them wrapped in oil skins as a precaution as the rain was just starting to powder down outside. He loved that moment when weather changed from one form to the next as if by some sort of magic. There was so potentially take, I say essential element to renewal itself. Those who resented good change and festered in a way from not enough exposure to the new. He had never really had a problem with new though he did acknowledge that in some cases old was best. thunder rolled threateningly overhead, but he paused by one of his favorite beast taming vendors to young men open and dissent, though much less mixed than he was. Were wrestling a dark grey radaku with light blue flex on his back for and a dark royal blue tail tip into a stall. The sky blue eyes were pleading with them to stop and every time thunder rolled the whip cord muscle of the sleek male tightened and shuttered in obvious fear. The men were not being rough, just firm but the beast was obviously in distress due to the incoming storm and he did not want to be left in a small stall alone. "Iexa couldn't help himself. Here now. Is he for sale? Yes. How much the man answered. The beast had not had much training and was fresh from Jauhar. He had a gentle too friendly disposition though. He proceeded to hog a lot of price they had a large open barn at home and he had needed a new project critter anyway. Coin changed hands right quick and the radaku for his part licked I axis and ingratitude to new to all this stuff for that small box in a storm homeboy. He stroked this off dears gentle temperament indeed, he had been most fortunate maybe it was a sign from the gods in relation to his regular musings. Perhaps you would read up on the significance of the radaku tattoos. The road back home was a wet one. And just as he reached home, the woods began to howl so regularly fierce and he realized that though this was a bigger storm than he had thought all along. He didn't have time to put the radaku in the big barn. Instead, I access knock him tugging and pulling into his room. It smelled of him in there, which seemed to reassure his new friend that he wouldn't be left alone. If I actually got caught with a critter in the house. He would catch heck from his mother. His father didn't particularly care. He had been thinking of building his own place. Soon something told him that his mother Thea and Cerny like just lock horns more often than not, and he didn't really want to sign up for that kind of drama. He would look for some, for some reason, real estate nearby so that when his parents went back to Oba he could help look after their place here. Plus, he didn't want to be too far from his family. Dasha had moved to wherever air was, and at the time Lynx was doing his own thing which left him Zohra and Rathian and Ryshannion at home still. It was a large house but it could still feel crowded. The storm was raging in earnest it appeared to be a hurricane in actuality, good thing he had the books he pulled the mount them out and put them on his bed stand. Then he crawled into the bed himself and out of the bed beside him an invitation almost immediately, his new famed friend jumped up and wobbling a bit on the mattress laid down to then be covered by a blanket, the radaku laid his head on his abs and wagged his tail. "A little less scary in here with good company hmm? All we are missing is some good tea in my not so humble opinion. "
He could not think of a better way to deal with the stress of an angry hurricane than to settle indoors, (the house itself was made to withstand the hurricane force winds and had been made with only small trees close by so as to help prevent further damage than wind could achieve, they had few neighbors and so there was less chance of the wind creating a debris field around them,) and read with his new companion cuddled up for comfort. It brought him a special kind of comfort himself to have the animal close and within petting distance, storms could be violent and scary things even when you knew it was not some scary sky monster.
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