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| What dragon color are you? |
| Red |
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25% |
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| Blue |
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0% |
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| Black |
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| Green |
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0% |
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| Orange |
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0% |
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| Purple |
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0% |
[ 0 ] |
| Yellow |
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0% |
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| White |
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25% |
[ 1 ] |
| Gold |
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25% |
[ 1 ] |
| Silver |
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25% |
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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:01 pm
((The red one is still on, I RPed with him in a different RP. Maybe he edited his posts because he does't want to play in this RP.))
Shaydra nodded. "That is true," she said. "I can still feel something...strange, though.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 1:42 pm
Flacor nodded, "Please be wary, Gold. It is sometimes hard to tell" She went to his river and fished again, still hungry. When he came out, shaking water off his mane, he said. "Anyone else hungry? There are deer neaby and pleanty of fish..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 2:39 pm
Shaydra blinked. "Deer! My favorite meat. They don't feed you when they torture you." Crouching down on all fours, she said, "If it is all right with all of you, I shall go hunting. Will anybody accompany me?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 3:02 pm
"Hmm, I think I will stay here, thanks." Flacor nodded to her, then turned to the other dragons, "White, Gold, how about you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 3:14 pm
Shaydra looked at them all for the last time for a while, making sure she knew how to find them. Then, turning around, she leapt into the forest to hunt.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:45 pm
*It may be just me, but I don't think these are safe times to be alone, I'll go with her.*
Without another word, he flashed off into the trees, following Shaydra's scent among the leaves. He was thinking to himself the whole way, wondering why he was so interested in this female.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:55 pm
Falcor shrugged, he always minded his own business, and now was no different. He turned to Tyros and asked, "Can I get you anything?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:57 pm
In the forest, Shaydra was feasting on a young male buck. Suddenly, she looked up. Something was near. After a while, Shaydra decided to continue eating, though her eyes were scanning the surrounding trees and her ears were twitching.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:09 pm
Sigilos came padding in on all fours, an old doe hanging from his jaws. He made no point in hiding his presence, in fact, he was sure to step on a twig now and again. He didn't want to alarm Shaydra. He put the doe on the ground when he reached the little clearing, and sat back on his haunches.
*Looks like you got one before me, huh? Oh well, if you're still hungry, your more them welcome to some of mine.*
He delicately pulled a few strips of meat of the neck of the deer with his teeth, tossing them into his mouth with a flick of his head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:15 pm
Shaydra looked up at him, her snout slightly stained. "Did you encounter anyone on the way?" she asked, curling her tail around her hind legs.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:22 pm
*Nope, just this deer and my shadow. I don't hear anyone, or smell anything that doesn't belong here. Bye the way, you should be careful next time you bath, I can smell the flowers of a meadow you've been in. If you were in it at all, you're scales would carry the scent. Scrub down with some sand and you'll be fine.*
He turned red, realizing how insulting he might have been. He began to babble without knowing why.
*I mean, you smell very good, the flowers do I mean, but you smell good too, of course you would, why wouldn't you? I'm sorry, maybe I should learn to shut my muzzle, I can't help it sometimes, when I'm around a pretty girl, I mean, oh, umm, oops.*
As he was talking, the words pouring like a river from his mouth, he kept getting red in his face, until his whole muzzle was a deep blush of crimson.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:28 pm
No thank you Falcor, I ate before I came in this direction." Tyros rplies politely. Suddenly there was movement. Scanning the areas Tyros finds nothing. With dread, Tyros looks in the direction of the red dragon. With raising alarm he sees that the red is gone. "You guys!!! Get out of the forest!! The red is gone!!" Tyros shouts.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:34 pm
Falcor looked around in distress. 'I hope all the vibes we we were getting were wrong about this dragon..' Falcor thought. He looked behind him, scanning the forest, nothing. It was almost scary. No sounds came, no birds, no bugs. The presence of the red alerted all.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:35 pm
Shaydra took one look at Sigilos' face and laughed. "You're lucky that smear of blood is covering most of your snout, or else I'd see how deeply you were blushing. As for the scent comment, I don't mind things like that, though I probably will scrub that scent off, as a precaution."
Holding a wing out, she shoved her muzzle in it and inhaled deeply. "You're right. That's probably the scent of the meadow I was in before those so-called Good dragons ransomed my clan in return for my fighting for them." Her lips curled back in disgust and anger.
Suddenly, she jerked her head up. "I think the others are calling to us. I can't hear clearly. Can you?" Then she noticed. "The forest is silent...I think we should head back."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:46 pm
His awkwardness forgotten, he sat straight up in the air, his ears cocked and his nostrils flared.
*Your right, everything is quite. There should be sound. And the red dragon's scent is getting faint, it should be the same as before. It seems our friend wasn't mindless after all.*
He tossed the doe and the remains of Shaydra's buck on his back, and got on all fours.
*Your right, let's get back. I'll take the deer.*
He turned in the direction of the river, ready to head back. He was serious now, all thoughts of romance or awkwardness forgotten in the face of danger to another dragon.
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