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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 12:28 am
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[ Rasali cocked her head to the side as she listened intently. Her lusus, upon realizing Rasali was actually engaging with someone, decided he should at least turn around to face the conversation, even if he wasn't listening. He settled himself on his haunches with a groan that may have come from either his bill or his joints. Staring at nothing in particular, he left Rasali to her chittering.
"YES!" Rasali pumped both fists and hopped a little, "That's EXACTLY what I think!" Rasali's eyes practically sparkled. The news of what had been transpiring with the lowbloods of Old Hemisect had been heart-wrenching. She'd wanted to help, naturally, but to hear their actions phrased as justice--that was something Rasali could really get behind.
"Talk is cheap! I want to get out there and do something already!" Rasali remembered at the last second that, while cheap, talk was still polite. "I'm Rasali!" she responded. She stuck one hand out to Kursha, offering a handshake.
"Is this your first time fighting for the cause?" Rasali leaned in towards Kursha. She needed to figure out as soon as possible exactly how cool her child compatriots were. ]
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:55 pm
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The rebel leader failed to instill much faith in her this time around. She may have been naïve but she wasn't ignorant. After what happened last time, well Odette was unsure of how she felt about the rebel's objectives. She played with the curls of her hair, twirling her fingers through the tangles.
Odette looked down at her feet and sniffled. She felt lonely amongst the taller crowd. She had expected at least one of her friends to show up. Maybe they switched sides, she thought. Maybe she was silly to join the rebels again. Maybe she was silly for trying to fight in the first place. She sighed and wished she were home. It was safer there for both swanmom and herself.
After the speech, the crowd started to thin out. Odette turned around and decided to make her way through the crowd. She shuffled through slowly, keeping her head low. It wasn't long before she bumped into another troll.
"Hey kid come on, chin up!" the troll told her. She nodded at him heeded his advice. She really needed to work on being more aware of her surroundings. But she was so thankful the troll spoke up when he did, because just a few steps away was her friend Vremea!
She ran to the yellowblood and hugged her as far as her arms could reach around that large skirt. "Vremea! I th-thought I was all alone and I was so scared! And I wanted to go home because it's safer and and and I'm just so glad you're here!" Odette sobbed into the girl's skirt. She looked up at the yellowblood and said "You're the best friend, Vremmy." She turned to acknowledge the small tealblood next to her.
"Hello... I'm Odette," she told the girl, extending her hand to shake. "You know Vremea?" she asked."Well any friend of hers is a friend of mine," Odette told the little tealblood with a small honest smile.
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:11 am
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Mili jolted when the little troll, a girl of red blood, came to cling to Vremea. Confused and bewildered, the teal blood only stared as her pump biscuit restricted. Oh... A new friend. Shuffling a step back, Mili wondered if she should start asking questions to others, but then...
Odette turned attention to her. Ah, she seemed nice after all! Smiling softly, she took the girls hand and nodded while giving it a firm shake. Taking back her hand, she wrote out quickly,
|Likewise! It is nice to meet you, Odette. I am Milieu. Please, call me Mili. Maybe we can all work together? Friends should stick together| Odette looked nice. Her gettup struck Milieu as... Fancy. A dancer or some form. Perhaps a ballerina? Yes, definitely a ballerina. There was a certain poised, yet quiet air, that surrounded her. Milieu felt herself enchanted by the other troll. Truly, Vremea and Odette were made for one another. Both were gorgeous, well mannered, and absolutely breath taking. She felt her throat constrict for a moment, but shook off the feeling.
A friend of Vremeas would be a friend of hers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 12:03 am
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It wasn't that he wanted to be a hero per say. Or that he wanted fame and glory above all things. Heck, Lunear did want reform sort of and while it wasn't in line overall, it was still against the established order. That made things difficult for a young troll such as himself, seeking to establish his future. For one thing, he hadn't chosen a profession and frankly, becoming a mindless drone or low class overseer wasn't the type of job he really wanted to get. He was better at clerical for that stuff.
He did want to fight, to get better at that sort of thing, but really, he wasn't built for hard work. He knew that. Still he was ready to do work, to at the very least try. It was going to be hard given his hair and scars. Not to mention as a blue blood he was a bit of an odd troll out. Wishing he was small again to just go and hide under batbro's wings, Lunear took another look at those gathered. It was the sight of one troll that had color flushing to his face. He'd never properly apologized to her for the kiss back when he was a kid.
Gerbil rcaes- they just got to him. He'd been so wound up in the event. Hand running down his face he didn't know how to really deal with the influx of feelings or the fact that hey- remember horemones? He had a lack of feelings to be sure, but that did not make it any less awkward. If he'd been older he'd have gone for a drink. Younger he'd have hidden behind bat bro. As it was however, Lunear would just have to suck up the fact he'd sided with the rebels.. and owed a few apologies to a some of them.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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