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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:25 am
[ and it's heads. You cool with that?]
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:25 am
((Sounds good to me yea I'm cool with that.^.^))
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:15 pm
PixiE_HugS Troya on the other hand was pleasantly enjoying the company of his slave, and still silently musing over the fairy in the bottle. "I have a better idea, I propose we take you to Logan; and allow him to decide when to let you lose" apparently his tone of voice indicated he didn't want to deal with it for much longer. He had other things in mind, such as gliding his fingers along the side of Kuraku's body, feeling that naked flesh further, "do you think so Kuraku?" The little fairy had fainted by this time anyway, enjoying the beautiful peacefulness of being unconscious. At least he wasn't scared anymore or freaking out about being in a bottle.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:35 pm
Gabe slithered down one of the mansion's long hallways. The cool floor under his scales, felt much colder to him than it would to a human because of his cold-bloodedness. The naga continued to slither, using his heat sensory to guide him. He wore his blindfold during the day so he wouldnt hurt his eyes. Being nocturnal wasn't always easy.
He put his arms in the air as he stretched and leaned against a wall, "Hmm, what is there to do around here. Well better to be out here than a cage." He put a hand to his mouth as he yawned, his white fangs showing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:58 pm
The sun was growing too hot for the Lycan, especially as it hit midday; he could only doze in in his canine form and mostly in the shade during such heat. Thus why he decided it time to push up from the grassy garden's and walk barefoot back into the mansion. Standing at an easy 6'4, those fiery strands of red hair were splayed over his shoulders, somewhat disheveled but not dramatically so. He stiffled something of a yawn, covered by a pale hand as he made his way through the conservatory and out into the corridor. He was active when he wanted to be, but with the heat still lingering on his skin, he wanted to laze around.
As he walked further down, for all intents and purposes he appeared human, but the fact that he picked up the scent of another obviously suggested otherwise. A cold blooded kind of scent, and by now he had pinned everyone else that lived in the mansion, including the two new twins and so forth; so it was somewhat intruiging to smell something or someone rather, new.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:08 pm
The naga pushed himself off the wall and decided to continue his walk, or slither, around the mansion. His white and yellow/gold skin shone in the lighting from the ceiling. He was glad to be indoors, the sun would have been horrible for him, being an albino the sun affected him more than others from his race.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:10 pm
((we need you and Gale on the same schedule, Pix wink ))
[Yuri here, stealing the puter to play along]
Ian came trotting along from the basement in his fox form, contentedly carrying a dead mouse in his jaws. With his mouth full and so many other tracks in the corridor, he failed to notice the Lycan until he was almost right at his feet. He skittered to a stop, dropping the mouse with a little yelp, his tail tucking quickly between his back legs.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:15 pm
][I know XD Funnily enough me and Gale are both from the UK, but the past week I've been under a lot of stress - I'll be on more often now][
It wasn't that the Lycan was oblivious to the added scent of the fox that he knew wasn't too far off, but he seemed more distract with the movement of a more cold blooded creature. Yet before he could persue it he felt the sudden 'bump' against his feet and almost tripped a little but managed not to. Instead he stood there staring down at the mouse and the fox, before bending down to pick the fox up by the scruff of it's neck and hold it up to eye level, "Do you not watch where you're going then?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:21 pm
Gabe never really had good hearing but he managed to here a soft yelp from not too far off. He turned his head in the direction of the sound, debating whether to head that way or avoid it. The naga wanting to atleast see people headed towards the sound.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:22 pm
[gah T.T what's happened?]
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:24 pm
((well I just started so I'm really not sure on much before my post sorry sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:29 pm
Ian squirmed, then went limp in the grasp. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! You can have the mouse, sir, just please don't cut off my tail? He really would have no problem with the Lycan finding something of more interest. Most kitsune had a fear of any larger canine, and this one was only a halfling, so he knew he was the lowest on the totem pole amongst the canine demons.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:35 pm
AntiMcDonalds[size=9] "Your odd." was all he could mumble. He held on tight to him as he stared at the sky. He must of missed the old days if he was like that. He wondered if the man could still fly and turn into his dragon self. For the first time, he had actually felt sorry for someone besides Kyle and himself. "Damn....Making me so...". ((Repost so I dont get lost under the 20 pages it was hidden in. X...]
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:42 pm
Gabe flicked out his tongue, and slithered closer towards the voices. He rounded a corner and saw a tall man with red hair holding up a fox. He hid behind the wall, peaking over the side. "Hmm...well they look interesting," he said to himself flicking his tongue out again. He glanced back at his tail making sure he wouldnt knock anything over, then looked back at the man and fox.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:47 pm
The Lycan kept a firm grasp on the scruff of the fox, keeping him at eye level when the fox began to apologise. "And why shouldn't I? What if I want your tail? A dead mouse is useless to me" a slight growl vibrating along the back of his throat; but it was meaningless. He wasn't an overly aggressive person, and his intentions with the fox stretched as far as to just giving him a good scare.
Meanwhile, that cold blooded scent had returned, and those ice blue eyes darted towards one end of the hallway; focusing on a corner though he gave no verbal indication that he knew someone else was there. Not yet anyway.
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