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 Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 6:45 pm
((*is back and feeling better*. Not sure if this post is really long enough--any suggestions of stuff I could add without more action?))
Sniff.
Snort.
He couldn't smell any humans about. Cautiously Imo raised his head above the pile of leaves that hid him from the town's sightlines. A strong whiff of raw meat floated past him, quickly followed by a hint of sweat and beer. The town's bars didn't usually hold any nice people, but the excess food they threw out--including meat--every night made up for the lack.
He'd feast tonight, and go visit the nice homes afterwards. The mages' district usually had plenty of people willing to trade a backscratch and a bit of friendliness for dragon scales. Imo rubbed his head against a nearby tree as he thought; his skin was so dry that dozens of fingernail-sized, slightly transluscent dark blue scales soon littered the ground.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 7:41 pm
((Hmm, well you might've put a little more description into the surroundings, but that's pretty much it. I heard from someone that a good RPer is able to write three paragraphs about absolutely nothing xd ))
Yolanda's cape swirled behind her as she wandered through the Mage's district. The morning had been cloudless and a soft breeze wandered through the streets. The feel of the wind against her made her want to just shut her eyes and fall into a soft, peaceful sleep.
Smiling to herself, she shook her head and continued on her way. A tapping sound was emitted as her staff landed on the ground. The crystal atop it was glinting off the morning light.
Stragely enough, Yolanda had a feeling that something was out there. It felt like an aura of some other creature had made it's way into town, or around town. She decided to brush it off. Probably just nerves overreacting. Besides, the aura did not feel dark, just...different.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 8:22 pm
((Most of what I can think of is just suggestions for smoothness in writing... and those aren't really major at all... Here' goes: Yo_Landa Yolanda's cape swirled behind her as she wandered through the Mage's district. The morning had been cloudless ; a soft breeze was now wandering ((this just to separate what 'is' and 'was' happening... I use semicolons alot, don't know if you like them...)) through the streets. The feel of the wind against her ((I would insert something here, like 'face' or 'body'. Just my preference)) made her want to just shut her eyes and fall into a soft, peaceful sleep. Smiling to herself, she shook her head and continued on her way. Her staff emitted a tapping sound as it landed on the ground. ((just a passive construction there)) The crystal atop it glinted off the morning light. Stragely enough, Yolanda had a feeling that something was out there. It felt like an aura of some other creature had made its way into town, or around town. She decided to brush it off. Probably just nerves overreacting. Besides, the aura did not feel dark, just...different. )) Imo's stomach rumbled happily as he entered town through a little-used alleyway next to the local potions shop. He'd eaten well from the bar's leftovers, and since no one'd seen him he could go back tomorrow too. The alley really was a mess, with garbage and trashcans scattered all over the pl-- BAM. Well, so much for the trashcan. A ton of clumsy dragon and brittle wood constructions just didn't tend to mix that well. Dejectedly he pick himself out of the mess and (very, very carefully) tiptoed to the edge of the alleyway to see if anyone had noticed the racket. The mages usually left him to his own devices; the regular humans weren't quite so tolerant. He sniffed the air gently as he poked his nose just past the edge of the corner, but it was hard to pick out any individual scents from the multitude. He kept his first two eyelids closed as he investigated; he'd learned a few years ago that wide-open dragon eyes in dimly-lit areas could attract attention as well as (or better than) a beacon flashing "HEY, I'M OVER HERE."
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 7:31 am
Sensitive ears twitched at the sound coming from outside, most of the rowdy patrons were too busy making thier own noise or drinking that they hadn't noticed. But Lashantha was sure she heard it. So, rising from her table and hardly touched pitcher of ale, she slipped through the stumbling drunkards and exited the rough wooden door.
"Blood and ashes, my hearing must be playing tricks on me..."
She muttered as black eyes sweeped the street to either side of her. Though something still didn't feel right. Shrugging it off, she decided that she would leave the town now. The hood of her cloak was pulled up since she had entered the tavern, and she still had it up now.
She had learned early on since coming to the surface world that drow weren't exactly the most welcome race in many towns. And she had become almost bitter towards surface dwellers because of that.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:23 pm
((Light, a couple too many of the word 'she'. That's the only thing that I can think of though...))
Yolanda continued walking, heading down an alleyway that was a shortcut towards the potions shop. Brick and garbage framed the narrow walkway and she almost gagged from the scent. Breathing through her mouth, she emerged in a slightly wider alley.
Left, right, right and dragon...DRAGON?! Yolanda froze, her mouth gaping. It wasn't the first time that she had seen a dragon, it was just the first time that she had been so close to one! It was leaning around the corner and its back was turned towards her.
"Er..." she started, wondering what her choices were. One, to alert it and hope that it was at least mildly friendly, or two, run like mad. Since she had never been the one to run away, the mage summed up all her courage and cleared her throat rather loudly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 3:26 pm
((eh...can't find anything wrong with it sweatdrop I'm not very good at critiquing...I probably didn't even spell that right whee ))
Her ear twitched once again as the slender drow decided that not all was truely as it seemed around here. The noise seemed to have come from the alley beside the tavern, and there was more garbage than usual pouring out onto the street.
"Probably just some mutt.." Lasha muttered before walking in front of the alley, and to her utter surprise and joy, a dragon lay there, it's tail twitching nervously and it's eyes shut tight. Dragons were a common sight in the underdark, but not ones with wings, like the surface ones had and used for flying. Black eyes now glittering with surpressed delight and padded leather boots made not a sound as it walked up to the great creature.
"Well now maelthra, why would you be wander these grungy streets?" Ebony lips moved to speak to the beast, using it's drowish name as a title of honor. For thats what dragons were in her homeworld, they were creatures of nobility and wisdom.
((In case ya didn't know...maelthra means dragon in drow xd ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 8:40 pm
((just's spellin'...they might even be just typos...I don't have enough initiative to try to critique anything else when I really don't see any problems... LightOfTheDark were too busy making their own noise or drinking that they hadn't noticed. Quote: using its drowish name as a title of honor. For that's what dragons were in her homeworld, creatures of nobility and wisdom. )) Golden-yellow eyes flew open at the sudden onslaught of noise, and their owner jumped about a foot in the air in pure shock before attempting to back up to the wall in order to see both sources. Two problems quickly presented themselves: one, moving your head quickly from side-to-side in an effort to see two things at once quickly results in severe dizziness, and two, seven-foot-or-more long dragons do not fit sideways in five foot wide alleyways. He was stuck. Badly. Giving a small dragon-snort approximately equivalent to clearing his throat, Imo squeaked, "Uh, hi?... Nice night tonight, isn't it?" One of his wings was lodged uncomfortably against the wall, and his back foot was stuck in the trashbin he'd knocked over earlier. So much for all those lessons on how dignified and stately dragons were supposed to be in public. ((I dinna respond directly to the Lasha's question simply because Imo's too nervous the think that straight right now xd ...))
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 1:06 pm
(( I liked the post... Quote: Giving a small dragon-snort approximately equivalent to clearing his throat. "Uh, hi?... Nice night tonight, isn't it?" Imo squeaked. I think that it would just make it a little less like a run-on sentence with the other one, but that's my only comment)) Yolanda had to raise an eyebrow. This was definately the strangest dragon that she had ever seen. The clumsiest, too. Her eyes drifted to the other figure that had arrived at approximately the same time as herself. She assumed that it was a female, judging by the proportions, but the race of the creature was unknown to her. However, the accent that she posessed sounded vaguely elvish. After a moment of thought, she decided to stay silent for the time being. Yolanda had studied tongues when she was young and knew enough that the word, maethra, meant dragon. However, she couldn't recall the language from which it was from. The regret of having not studied harder made the mage rather frustrated.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 1:50 pm
((hmm..For that post Yo_Landa, I would say maybe a little more emotion... Quote: Yolanda had to raise an eyebrow in Curiousity/astonishment/amusement/confusion.Though that's really just a personal preference...)) A small chuckle escaped dark, full lips as she moved closer. "Do not worry, I will not harm you. I know you mean no ill towards this town."
Lasha continued to move forward, she was now just a few feet away when she crouched slightly to put herself at eye level with the beast.
"You quite a ways from home, why would a creature of the wilderness be foraging (sp?) about in the slums of the city?" Questions and curiousity seemed to make the black eyes sparkle from the shadows they hid in. The dark elf's hood would cover her face and ears, disguising her most of the time, but either way her accent and odd affiliation to dark creatures gave her away to those knowledgeable enough.
The dark head swiveled so that it took in the dragon's position. It seemed to be stuck fairly tight, and it's foot was trapped by a garbage can.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 2:35 pm
((*jumps on Light* 'Its' when posessive! 'Its' when possessive!))
Imo's head drooped a bit as he listened, embarassed. "'Cause... 'cause.... the food's good?" He sniffed cautiously when she approached him; she gave off a whiff of something slightly Elven, but the rest of the scent was new to him.
Imo swivled his head to peek at the human behind him before turning back to the Elf-like woman. Sniffing again, he asked the her unabashedly, "What are you? You smell kinda like an Elf, but you don't feel like one..."
He wiggled his shoulders back in forth in the pause before her reply, unsuccessfully trying to loosen the wall's grip on his body. He could feel his scales catching against the rough brick and pulling themselves loose; if nothing else he'd be scoured of all his excess dead scales by the time he was out of here.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 4:32 pm
((Only 4 dots in an elipse))
Yolanda's thoughts were confirmed. This was no ordinary elf, nor was this an ordinary dragon. The elf, however, seemed like a drow. Surface drows were rare and mostly kept to themselves. What was a dark elf doing here in the middle of the city?
Watching as the dark blue scales littered the ground. If there was time, Yolanda would have to remember to collect some. They were a great asset in her enchantments.
"A Drow, are you not?" she asked, walking towards the woman cautiously. The dark elves of the Underdark were notoriously dangerous and the mage didn't feel like crossing paths with a blade. She turned her head to stare at the dragon, now trying to disloge itself from the confinements of the walls.
"And you, Northern Dragon?" she continued. The Northern Dragons had the same colour of scales, but what would one be doing so far from home?
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 5:06 pm
((can't really see anything... Only thing that was a tiny bit weird was her speech... if ya put it together, it says: "A Drow, are you not?... And you, Northern Dragon?" Is she just kinda askin' for confirmation that he's a Northern Dragon like she's askin' Lasha if she's a drow?))
"Uh... yah, I was born in the North." How had she known that?
Imo squinched his wings up against his back as far as he could to try to relieve some of the pressure against the wall behind him. If he could turn far enough to the side, he'd be able to wiggle out of the alleyway without too much trouble...
FWOOM. Imo's legs shot out from under him as he tried to shift, leaving his flat out on his belly, but, thankfully, unstuck and turned in the right direction. He stood carefully, stretching his wings for a moment before bending back down to root out the dragon scales he'd shed earlier.
Imo looked nervously back up at the two females. He didn't think they would try to hurt him; after all, they'd already missed the perfect opportunity...
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 7:25 pm
Black eyes glittered as they looked at the human. Lasha could almost smell the magick coming from this one.
"You are well educated young one..." And with a pause for a moments thought she asked, almost mockingly.. "A mage, are you not?" and if either could have seen her face, they would have seen a smirk adorning her dark face. Lasha usually refered to most humans as 'young' because most of the humans she had met that were spry enough, were. This drow ranger had learned on the surface that most humans her age were either dead or bed-ridden.
She moved swiftly out of the way as the dragon finally dislodged it's self, scales now littering the floor of the dingy alley.
"And you must be quite young yourself to still be shedding.." There was no hint of sarcasim this time. She would rather not mock a dragon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2004 7:50 pm
((I would twink this line a bit... Quote: "A mage, are you not?" and if either could have seen underneath her hood, they would have noticed the smirk adorning her dark face. *jumps on Light again* It's = it is, Its = possive)) Imo scraped the loose scales into a little pile with his claws before looking up at the drow, slightly embarassed again. He was so young, he wouldn't even qualify to be called a child yet back at home; as far as they were concerned, he was still an infant, a little baby in need of guidance. "I'm not even a fourth of what I'll be eventually." He snorted slightly in his displeasure at his own measly age and size, the faintest trace of smoke curling from his nostrils. "Growing takes too long, you know? And it itches, too." Imolaured looked down at the scales piled before his feet, and then back up at the women again, thinking. "Would either of you like to trade for some dragon scales?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2004 11:17 am
(( Quote: Imolaured looked down at the scales piled before his feet, and then back up at the women again, thinking. "Would either of you like to trade for some dragon scales?" Might wanna change that a bit. Are you thinking the question, or are you thinking and then asking?)) Yolanda advanced as the dragon dislodged itself. "Correct. I am a mage of winds," she answered. As if on cue, the winds picked up speed, then died down again, "And I am only young in mortal ages." "I would gladly trade with a mighty dragon, such as yourself," the mage replied, with only a hint of sarcasm in her tone. This was a young one...too young to be alone in the world, scrounging for food from trash bins. An outcast? Exile? Whatever he was, he didn't seem to have very much power.
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