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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 12:53 am
Mistress Crow Darkstride Have you ever watched the trapping spider Trygon? Webs are made for reasons not everyone can understand. You changed me when you made me into this dragon....Changed the way I feel...the way I think....the way I rationalize things. She remained still save for the shadows moving about. The dragon yawns slightly, and shakes his head. "I know what you're getting at, I simply don't believe you."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 11:20 pm
She turns her back on him, the trail from her dress stirs up the dust from the ubliette floor. She sighs softly and walked away. Time will tell.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:30 am
Trygon walked into the Ubliette, carrying his small son on his shoulders. Fafnir had opted to take human form tonight, and gripped his father's ponytail tightly as he looked about the room. He made a small disgusted noise as the scent of the room struck him, but nothing could hide the small interested glint in his eyes. The child made another little noise, and slid down his father's hair like a rope. He began activly exploring the room, while his father watched. He still wasn't speaking, despite being clearly capable. trygon was vaugely worried by that... Fafnir made himself understood, but it was in the style of Dragons, who had no language to speak of.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:37 am
Fafnir inspected something that appeared to be a form of beartrap or other edged nastiness. He inspected the center button, then slapped it firmly. As the device triggered, he squeaked in suprise, and reflexivly formed scale on his arm. The device snapped closed, but didn't puncture. He whimpered worridly, then carefully extracted his arm, no worse for the wear.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:54 am
Trygon frowned, and walked over to Fafnir, taking his arm, and inspecting it. Seeing only scratched scale, he nodded, satisfied. Fafnir's scale was as-of-yet soft, as to accomodate his growth, and therefore more delicate then the suit of armor Trygon had.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:59 am
Fafnir sat patiently for his father's attention, but bolted to some new interesting device as soon as Father was done. He discovered some chains, and scrambled up them quickly, squealing happily as they swung wildly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:00 am
Trygon smiled as he watched his son play, then made a brief hiss to catch his attention, and gestured for the young dragon to come back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:15 am
Fafnir murred cuiously, then jumped off the chain and walked over to his father, curious about what the older dragon needed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:23 am
Trygon reached into his robe, and drew out a small folding blade that bore a wickedly sharp hook. He demonstrated how to open and close the knife, then showed Fafnir how a proper flick of his wrist would snap it out quickly, before he closed the weapon and tucked it into his son's hands. Trygon watched him inspect it, trying out the different motions somewhat clumsily, before he spoke softly.
"Fafnir. Learn about weapons, and choose one. You'll need it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:29 am
Fafnir nodded seriously as his father spoke. He didn't really understand what was being told to him, but Father said it, so it was important. He would remember. He needed to choose a 'weapon'.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:30 am
Trygon nodded and smiled, satisfied, before he picked his son up carefully and walked out.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 10:41 am
Trygon paced into the place he'd adopted as his own, carrying his son, as he seemed to always do now. He let Fafnir loose to run about, and perched on a table.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 10:44 am
Fafnir immediatly brought out his knife and began carving the doorframe.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 10:57 am
Trygon watched his son, smiling. He adored that blade, using it whenever he could. A security item? Well, maybe it was logical for one of his lineage.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:04 am
Fafnir looked back at his father, made a small questioning noise, and went back to his work. As he did, he seemed almost to change is stature and build, though the effect had to be illusory...
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