|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 6:26 pm
So mister minya do you have a name or do i just call you minya from now on? She asked slightly bored now. What could a minya do that was any good...or even cool.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 12:50 pm
"Kamal" He said eying her. She seemed nice at first. Perhaps she wasn't as nice as he had thought. He frowned, not sure what to actually say to her. He'd never felt more useless until know. He shook his head making his braid flop around then go back to it's place when he stopped moving.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:34 pm
"I'm Naomi, pleased to met you. Now how about we have some fun?" She giggled as she wore a devilish grin.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:11 pm
Fun? What did she have in mind. he looked at her curiously. What did things like her do for fun? "Sure I guess, just no making me cut my hair, or jump off some hill." he said with a laugh. He didn't want to die, or get rid of his luscious hair. Too bad he had yet run into a female minya that would he could wow with his lovely self.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:13 pm
Naomi eyed him oddly. "Why would I want to do anything like that? If anything I'd use your hair as roe and tie you up to a tree." She laughed. She wanted to race him. Racing the wind was her fav thing to do in this world. She wondered if a minya was any good at running. "So how are you at running?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 1:29 am
He laughed nervously." Lets... not do that either." He flicked his braid back behind him more so she'd have no chance in actually grabbing it before he could do something about it. Eying her rather untrustingly now. Running? He wasn't sure, he didn't think he was too good, but a challenge was in her voice... well the voice he heard in his head. "Er... Well good I guess" He felt rather silly standing there. He felt like he was talking to himself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:05 pm
"Good enough to put a bet down on it?" Naomi smirked, a real challenge in her voice/thoughts now. "You want to put a bet on that?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:36 pm
He shook his head. He couldn't beat her, at least at running. A beauty contest, he was sure he had it beat. Since, well, he was so high on himself, that he thought he was the best thing out there. Better then any sliced bread. "I don't bet on stuff that I might not have a chance at." He said with a smile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 10:36 pm
"So your forfeiting before it never begins! What a drag!" She whine a little. It would seem that she would never get a chance to race anyone ever. The only way she could ever test how good a runner she was, was when she was racing the wind but it always won so the fun in it was little. She cocked a brow at the small creature and bent her head low so it was level with his. "So what did you what to do." She took her time when saying 'you'.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:43 pm
"Now, I never said that. I just said I wasn't going to bet anything." He said with a smirk. "I never said I won't have a bit of a race." He flicked his tail and didn't even answer what she asked next. If she really wanted a race, he could give her one. Even if he didn't know if he could win or not, but didn't mean he was going to just not do it at all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 11:18 pm
This should be interesting. She thought to her self. "Right then little guy the race is on. What type of race shall this be?" Naomi looked around for a good course. "How about we race to that tree up ahead, around it and back here." She marked the ground with an X with her paw.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:59 pm
"sounds fair enough." He said with pawing at his braid to make sure it was tight enough to where it wouldn't fall out. It'd be horrible if that had happened. He eyed the female and was already ready to run. He was thinking of just being speed. The wind, be the wind. Anything that could be fast.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 12:00 pm
She eyed him, why was he making sure his hair was pretty? They where about to race. "Right then. On your marks, get set, GO!" She thought in a yell and was off in a flash. She darted forward not even giving time to look down at the minya or find out where he was. One thing mattered now and that was getting to the tree and back as fast as she could.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
