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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 11:48 am
Bastien's Journey
Bastien is my Ice Drake, and probably one of the more neglected ones as far as roleplaying goes. As such, he has no mate, nor a prospect of one. Also, he is having a hard time trying to figure out who he is and what he wants to do with his life. He is quickly becoming fed up with Drake society and doesn't want a lot of people along for the ride.
The first portion of Bastien's journey shall be a solo ride, but, later on, he shall be taking two other Drakes with him. Based on a journal entry, Linath shall be coming along as well. Avocado shall be our other party member, as he hasn't seen a lot of interaction with a lot of the other Drakes. Once the solo portion of the thread is complete, I'll open it up for ONLY the other two people to post. Any posts from non-party Drakes will be deleted. Just trying to shed some light on the lesser-known Drakes 3nodding
Side Note:
The story in the main thread and this story are copyrighted by ME. (lol). Profet is writing a story loosely based on the main story, but I am writing out the main story, and this one shall be a sequel, if the owners of all of the Drakes participating give me permission to use the characters they have created. A simple PM stating the fact is all that's needed. I don't want to get in trouble with anything here, so I want to make sure I have permission from everyone interested right off the bat.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 8:01 pm
Bastien was tired of wanting to do something, and not actually doing anything. He was tired of all of the drama. He was tired . . . of not knowing who he was. He needed to do something on his own, to find out why he thought the things he did. True, Ice Drakes weren't supposed to be the friendliest lot but . . . Bastien had only really talked to Alex. He had talked to a girl named Linath once, but . . . outside of his family, that was it. Now he was an adult, an adult no one knew, nor cared to know, it seemed.
He had decided that he must go on a journey. He had long wondered what "Home" was really like, and there was only one way he could think of to find out. There was a dragon in the Darsuin Mountains and, according to the legend, a dragon transported Drakes from their world of war and hatred to this one. Since more Drakes continued to appear, the dragon must still be transporting Drakes out of hostile situations. If that was the case . . . maybe he could talk the dragon into taking him . . . home.
To the Darsuin Mountains he would go. He had a knapscack full of supplies; tons of jerky, an empty bottle (he could make his own ice and melt it for water), a sleeping pad, and other random supplies. He could easily survive for around a week on the supplies he had. So, his journey would begin. He had told no one of his plan, nor had he warned anyone that he was leaving. They would just try and stop him. This trip would be accomplished alone.
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:43 pm
It was his second night in the Darsuin Mountains. His supplies were at sufficient levels and, if he filled up his canteen with ice in the morning, it was ready for him to drink throughout the day.
His shoes were starting to wear rather thin and he realized that he missed the comfort of a bed at night. Still, all those things would be at 'home', wouldn't they?
He had seen the dragon for the first time last night. He watched as it left to hunt, and returned, belly gorged. He knew which peak held its den and, in that den, he guessed, must be the portal. Should he wait and talk to the dragon, or sneak in the next time it left to hunt and slip through the portal unnoticed? He decided that the dragon's insight would be prefferable and was making his way up the tedious climb in broad daylight.
(Much later that day)
The gaping hole in the side of the mountain was now only fifty feet above him. Sweat made his clothes cling to every part of his body and even his tail seemed to droop. Gone was the Bastien with cold skin; while his skin was still somewhat cool to the touch, he wished he could feel cold again; it was what was comfortable for him.
He rested on a small alcove, opening his canteen and drinking the last of the melted ice. He was wiping his forehead when the smell of sulfer came to him. He glanced over at the sun; it was beginning to set. If he were to have any chance talking to this dragon, it would have to be done quickly.
Readjusting his backpack on his back he continued moving upwards, sometimes able to walk, but mostly being forced to climb. Having a tail that could grab on to things had saved him from many a fall thus far, and his luck seemed to be holding out.
(Half an hour or so later)
Bastien had been sitting on a nice broad piece of rock about twenty feet from the den's opening, though at the same altitude. How was he going to confront the dragon? What would he say? He hated it here and wanted to go home where he could be easily killed? No . . . it wouldn't make sense . . . but what would he say?
A whimpering cry brought him almost to his feet. It sounded almost . . . human. Did the dragon eat humans?! He could understand in its home realm, where they were at war, but here? The whimper was followed by a soft croon . . . what was going on?!
Without thinking, Bastien was in front of the opening to the den and marching in, the eyes of his tail glowing fiercly. His backpack lay thoughtlessly discarded where he had been sitting.
The den was really quite dark; he couldn't see a thing. Bastien's tail coated the ceiling of the den in ice; the beam itself providing light, as well as a substance for light to bounce off of.
He could see outlines; the dragon must know he was here by now. No sooner had the thought this than he was face to face with a dark brown head full of glistening teeth, maw gaping in anger. Bastien's tail hissed, before looking curiously and starting to make a strange assortment of noises, which the dragon seemed to respond to.
Dragon and tail had reached an understanding; the dragon turned to Bastien.
Ssooo, you thought you could rescue someone, eh? How . . . noble it said, mocking him. Bastien stood his ground, not knowing what had transpired between his tail and the dragon. Man that thing had a mind of its own . . .
Where is she? he demanded, for the gasp had definately been feminine. The dragon's tounge slipped out, tasting the air, and it laughed.
Quite the hero . . . rushing in to a dragon's den . . . no wonder the humans can kill off your kind so easily; you're stupid he said, no longer mocking, but serious. Bastien took a step back; what was he talking about? The dragon looked at him, softening only slightly.
What brought you to my den? Surely you could not have heard her cries in time to get here from where you are living . . . he said, tounge drawling between his teeth dramatically. Bastien looked up at the wyrm, curious. Was the tail the only feature they had in common with their draconic relatives?
I . . . wanted to go home. I . . . . . . don't like it here Bastien said. The dragon had let enough information slip. He knew about the Drakes, where they came from, why they were here. He must be the one transporting the babies to this world. The dragon threw his head back; his laughter was a roar that rattled the stones in the den.
Not like it here? Tough, kiddo. You either live here, or die there, with nothing to die for he said, looking into Bastien's eyes. He was so much like his father . . . . his draconic father, that was. Another whimper caused the dragon to look over his shoulder, eyes flashing as they caught the light. Bastien kept silent as the dragon turned back to look at him.
You're all grown up now, Bastien the dragon said, using the Drake's name to get his attention. Bastien raised an eyebrow and was about to ask how on earth the dragon knew his name when the dragon answered for him.
I know your father; he'd be delighted to see you . . . the dragon said, trailing off as yet another whimper came from behind him and off to the right. He sighed, distracted. For the first time, Bastien could see the weariness in the dragon's eyes. All of the transportation would make him tired, wouldn't it? Yes . . . that was it . . . but what of the girl?
Is she alright? he said, ignoring the comment about his father for now. He tried to see her, but his eyes could not pierce the darkness as the dragon's could. The dragon moved his tired bulk, nudging the child forward.
She was beautiful; was being the operative word. She had a gash in her arm and many cuts and scrapes in other locations. Her skin was blue and pink, and maybe a little purple here and there. Her eyes were different colored, one blue, one purple. Bastien recognized her type immediately.
Silver Wind he murmured softly. He looked up at the dragon.
Profet . . . had to go away for a while. I'll . . . I'll take her in. Alex would take great care of her, I'm sure he said, wondering at the Dragon's confused look.
Alex? I remember no Alex . . . he said, almost instantly suspicious and moving his bulk to protect the girl. Bastien held his hands up pacifly.
Alexandra; fire Drake, green tail, green eyes, brown hair he said, giving the quick, rapid-fire description of his . . . sister. After a moment, the dragon's eyes lit up in recognition.
Ah, yes . . . she would be the compassionate one . . . her human mother is the spearpoint in a new peace movement . . . it would make sense that her daughter would have her heart . . . the wyrm said, again glancing back at the little baby. He sighed and nudged her towards Bastien.
Her name is Flor . . . daughter of the last remaining Silver Wind Dragon. There are mature Drakes of the kind, however, so she shall not be the last of her kind he said, his voice soft. Were types going extinct everywhere, Bastien wondered? He guessed it wouldn't be hard; war could be like that. He picked up the girl, carefully trying to avoid her wounds. The dragon retreated a few steps.
Get her home, get her safe. If you still want to go home . . . come back with a few others . . . others that don't get along well with many people. Perhaps they can find their roots in a quick trip home . . . the dragon said before turning his back on Bastien and retreating farther back into the den.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 6:14 am
Bastien stared after the dragon for a few minutes, then bent down and picked up the infantile Flor, trying to put his hands somewhere where she didn't hurt which, he found, was harder than it looked at first glance. She snuggled right into his chest, her fear forgotten in her need for sleep. He looked down at her somewhat awkwardly, but then smiled softly.
He picked one of the few sheltered grassy spots about a hour's hike away from the dragon's cave as their bed for the night. He made sure that Flor got most of the blanket, and even managed to get her to drink some water. He had figured out how to keep his ice from being cold, and he made her a teddy bear, which she cuddled with instantly.
He smiled as he looked down at her sleeping form. She, the baby that had seen horrors, was now asleep, perfectly content, holding a . . . teddy bear. The irony was not missed on him, but he was simply glad that she was safe now. Alex would absolutely love her, not to mention that Alex would finally have a sister.
(the next morning)
Bastien rolled over nonchalantly, expecting baby Flor to still be asleep, to find that there was anything but a baby around him. A few feet away sat Flor, grown into a child and eyeing him suspiciously. He sat up quickly, showing his hands.
Please, you were a baby last night . . . I didn't see the need for separate sleeping quarters; I was afraid you'd roll right off a cliff! he said, finding himself explaining quicker than his mind could think up the answer.
She stared at him. She thought about his words for a moment and then, grudgingly, seemed satisfied. She looked around her, the setting unfamiliar.
Where . . . are we? she asked, unable to remember a place like this. She kicked a stone idly with her foot, her nature calm and serious despite the obvious panic she should be in.
Bastien hadn't expected this to be her first question, but quickly recovered from the shock.
You're in a different realm, and it is called Gaia. There is no war here, no murders, no humans persecuting our kind. In fact, a different type of human actually guards a normally rather large Drake family, like mine, for example. he started, not wanting to overwhelm her all at once.
She thought for a moment, but . . . family? There had never been time for family . . .
Family? she asked simply, wanting a further explanation.
Bastien looked at her, puzzled. Yes . . . she was probably too busy being protected to know what a sense of family was. He went into a long explanation, describing Alex, Harry, and Tornando in detail. He couldn't know about the twins that had been born in his absence, or that Tornando was to be a father soon as well. Everything he knew, he told.
Of course, none of us are related by blood, but . . . we still can't mate within our own, human-created family he said, his displeasure for the argument showing clearly. If they weren't related, why should it matter? He doubted that any fire drake could be related to an ice drake; it simply wasn't done. Still, he shrugged helplessly.
We should get going. I'm sure everyone's worried, and Profet should be back now. I'll answer the rest of your questions on the way he said, offering her the canteen before they got ready to start off. She took it after yet another moment's hesitatation, but decided that, for now, she could trust him. In fact, he was the only one she would trust. He was the only one that had earned it and, as this entire world was new to her, she'd need someone she trusted.
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 6:51 am
Bastien had been traveling for the last mile and a half with Flor riding on his back, and was now coming out of the foothills of the Darsuin Mountains. For the past three hours, all he could think about was how he was going to come home. Would anyone see him as he approached? How, after any sort of reception, was he going to gather two or so other Drakes to go on this journey with him? Would it break Alex's heart to see him leave again, or would she even care?
Tons of thoughts rolled around his head, making him rather quiet and broody. No one had known that he had left for this trip, no one at all. How were they going to receive him? Would he be welcomed, cursed for all the worry . . . did they even worry? Did they even notice he had left?
As he walked out of the foothills, growing more and more tired with every step, a certain silver-skinned Drake caught his attention. Tornando. He seemed to be waiting anxiously for something . . . but out here? He couldn't have known where Bastien had gone . . . or did he just not care to come looking for him? Bastien set Flor down.
This part . . . won't be so easy. I didn't tell anyone I was leaving and . . . I don't know what's going to happen quite yet he said, not expecting her to understand the fullness of the situation, but telling her anyway.
Tornando was indeed pacing about in the flat lands just between the Darsuin Mountains and the Night Shade Fields. He was an expectant father; what else was he supposed to do but pace?!
The wind brought him the shushed voice of someone entirely too familiar, speaking words to the scent of someone new. He turned quickly on his heel to see exactly whom he had expeted; Bastien. He also saw the new scent, a girl that, even from this distance, looked a bit battered. He was still some fifty yards from them, but . . . when needed, a Silver Wind Drake could fly without the use of wings; it was just very taxing.
The wind supported his body and used all of its strength and speed to carry him over towards Bastien. The wind whipped his clothes around his streamlined body and his tail dragged out behind him, not wanting to be a hindrance to the aerodynamics. The wind set him down gently twenty feet away and he walked the rest of the distance, ignoring the wide-eyed Silver Wind Drake at Bastien's feet. His words were angry.
You could have at least warned us you were leaving. Alex has been sick with worry, and Harry too. Skalis has been on an almost murdering streak, and he got Adele pretty badly. Do you know that none of us have slept since you left? Yeah bud, count the days. Harry's a dad now, and has fought his match in the tournament, all on no sleep because neither he nor Alex can sleep without knowing where you were, if you were safe, what you were up to. Alex has even been training with Draco to try and improve her powers so that she can contact you. Did you think of none of this? They're nearly collapsing out of exhaustion, because you decided to go on some little escapade! he ranted, his normal calm fleeing him. He, too, had been worried, had spent sleepless nights wondering what he had done wrong, why Bastien had left. He just chose to leave that part out. He was extremely agitated, and couldn't fathom why Bastien would do this, and how he had the guts to come back after leaving them. Bastien's silence stunned him.
Have you no explanation for yourself?! he almost yelled, gesticulating wildly.
Flor looked up at the incensed adult Drake, but the sight of an adult at all was amazing to her, much less one of her type. He had such a fine control of his powers . . . no one back home had been able to do what he had just done. But why was he so angry at Bastien? She tried to piece together all the pieces of the puzzle, but decided that she didn't have enough information and would just ask Bastien about it later.
Bastien stared straight at his brother and blinked. They had been worried? Harry was a dad . . . ? And the tournament . . . how was that? He hadn't realized all the things he could miss . . . but were they really all that important?
I just . . . wanted to find myself, I wanted to find out if the story was real and she he said, gesturing at Flor, is actually from Home, where we all really came from . . . he said, waiting to see if Tornando would get the significance of the remark. From the way his face changed, Bastien guessed that he had. Tornando, races are being run into extinction everywhere. She is the daughter of the last dragon of her, and your, kind. Don't you see . . . it's a living hell there. And I'm going back. I'm going to do what I can. I'm going to take some other Drakes that don't get along as well as the others here . . . that aren't fawned over, or as popular, ones that want to help . . . two . . . maybe three at a maximum. Perhaps . . . we can learn more about who and what we really are, he said, his eyes growing larger and happy with the very thought. Flor looked up at him in horror.
Why would you ever want to go Home? It's terrbile! Blood everywhere . . . you watch as the people you love or take care of you are slaughtered . . . are you crazy? she asked, rising to her feet and looking at Tornando, whom she had been at least keen enough to pick up his name from the conversation. Tornando glanced at her, at her wounds, and back to Bastien.
So . . . you feel you don't belong here with us . . . that it? he asked, his anger finally getting the best of him. How could he be so impudent! Why wouldn't he belong here? Well, if he wanted to go off and get himself killed playing the hero, Tornando certainly couldn't stop him. He shook his head. I have to get back to my mate; she's due in labor any moment now. And, you might want to stay clear of Alex and Harry . . . they couldn't bear to see you leave them again. I'll relay the message but . . . if you go anywhere near them . . . if you break their hearts again . . . I'll show you the pain and murder of this Home right here and now he said, his voice carrying a heavy threat. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was people messing with the minds, hearts, and feelings of the ones he loved. If Bastien felt he didn't belong here, then he didn't, and he shouldn't keep toying with the Drakes that did. He was about to stalk off when Bastien stopped him.
Tornando, wait he called, grabbing Flor's hand and running to catch up. Flor needs a home, she needs safety . . . Alex will love her, I'm sure. Take her to them? he asked, though he knew that Tornando would. She was of his own type, for crying out loud. He tried not to look down at Flor, her big, wide eyes pleading with him not to leave her alone in this strange world. He managed not to look.
Tornando didn't say a word to Bastien, but told Flor to come along. With a last glance back at Bastien, she did; she followed the only other member of her race she had ever seen to some unknown world she had never been in.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:23 am
Bastien watched Tornando walk off mercilessly with Flor, a feeling of unease and not belonging sinking deeper into his heart. But, to be truthful, did any of the other Drakes feel ignored, out of the loop, and maybe like they didn't belong? He tried to think . . . who did he know that didn't spend too much time with other Drakes . . . well . . . maybe they'd all just happen to be hanging out in the Nightshade Fields . . . he could hope, anyway. No one had to know he was back; only those he approached.
He covered his scent with an icy indifference; he would he hard to scent. He leaned up against a tree, almost becoming a part of it, and extremely hard to see in the dark of the Nightshade. Now . . . he would wait.
Tornando's news was rocking his world as well. Harry, a father. Tornando himself, soon to be a father. What about Alex . . . training with Draco? What all was going on? Were the Drakes finally starting to put aside their differences and quelch the drama and just learning to live together? Maybe he would return one day . . . maybe things weren't so bad after all . . . but still . . . the unknown of Home still drew him in like a moth to the flame, and he was too curious to not go on this trip now. Here it would begin; Bastien's Journey.
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:34 am
The young man was lurking in the grass, flopped on his elbows, a book propped between his hands. His violet eyes flickered over the pages, muttering little nonsense words to himself; Avo had been attempting to teach himself other magics, beside the obvious fire he had been born with. He wanted to be as strong as his guardian, Nova; he had seen her conjure enormous trees from tiny acorns (although, admittedly, she had had to go for a lie down in the dark afterwards, and she was a dryad to start with). But, at the same time, he didn't want to fight -anyone-. The idea of fighting other drakes was, quite frankly, not one he was keen on.
To anyone beyond the little 'clearing' in the long grass, all that might have been seen was a little sphere of fire hovering just above his head, lighting up the area so that he could see. Anyone could have mistaken it for a firefly, which it indeed resembled; he had a strong wish to be alone at the moment, away from his rather large non-drake family. He knew most of them had the same 'problem' he did - that is, there were none of their own kind in the locale, but to tell the truth, he was rather sick of them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:39 am
Bastien had been watching this ball of fire for some time, trying to figure out who it was. He couldn't tell, but . . . he was a moth, after all, when it came to being attracted to things. Besides, he figured, if someone was staying there, doing something with a ball of fire lighting the way, it couldn't be someone that was too outgoing . . . could it?
As a way of announcing his presence so as not to startle the other Drake, he added a bright globe of ice that was covered in a foggy, cold mist to light what he now could see was a book. He looked down at the fire Drake with a bit of surprise.
Bastien couldn't ever remember seeing him before, but he seemed to remember Harry talking about him once, but what was his name . . . his name! He couldn't remember. He looked at the boy; green hair, intense purple eyes . . . but he couldn't ever remember having met him. Trying to keep in mind his own solicit nature during his childhood, he still decided to introduce himself, well . . . eventually.
What are you reading, out here all by yourself? he asked, his voice calm, soft, and somewhat interested, but still distinctly masculin.
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:54 am
"What does it look like...?" Avo asked, not looking up. He had guessed it was another Drake - and was somewhat excited, his usual more gregarious nature coming to the fore. The little ball of fire spread out to form a sort of carpet above their heads, lighting up the whole area - it could probably be seen for miles.
The young man half-rolled over onto his back, his shoulders twisted, staring up at Bastien. The contents of his studies were obvious, being as the illustrations were. Tall, blue skin and hair - an ice drake, evidently.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:57 am
Bastien gazed at the illustrations and sat down beside the fire Drake. He had to be a fire Drake; his tail was quite similar to Alex'. He peered upward at the illustrations.
A . . . magic book? he asked. He had never heard of one of those before. He gazed up at the sheet of fire and suddenly was not too glad he was an ice Drake; he'd feel the heat a bit more intensely than most would. He wiped his brow and tried to focus on the book.
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:07 am
"Yeah" Avo said, suddenly shy; he picked the book up, closing it with a snap, and sitting up. He hugged the book to him, sticking a thumb in his mouth. To tell the truth, he hadn't registered the fact that the other might find his fire uncomfortable.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:08 am
A female was moving across the grass, hands laced carefully behind her back. Her head was lightly hanging, and her golden eyes were studying the grass beneath her feet. She was totally oblivious to the other pair who weren't that far away from her. Instead, with her drake tail occasionally making little chirping noises, she was entirely lost in her thoughts.
She disconnected her hands and lifted her arm to gaze down at it. The sky may have been dark and the available light dim, but the shade of her skin was entirely obvious. Green. A horrid, acidic green. she thought, softly sighing. It wasn't her fault, of course, that she appeared the way that she did, but thoughts of how she looked plagued her mind daily. Even into the night, she would sit on her bed and gaze into her mirror.
Perhaps if she had a few more friends, she could speak of it more often. But the way she was, her personality, her type, everything seemed to push her to have a lonely existance. Perhaps I can be a hermit and make friends with little cave creatures. she thought, running a hand through her hair to push it away from her eyes, which were now trained upwards at the stars. Perhaps she belonged somewhere far away, like one of the moons.
It was then that something lit the area not too far before her. She blinked, staring at it. She couldn't recall any drakes ever being out in this part of the fields. That's interesting. she thought. Though her natural female curiousity begged for her to go and see who it was, she settled for beginning to steer herself around whomever it was. She didn't wish to intrude on anything, of course. That would be rude.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:17 am
Bastien scooted a little further back from this fire Drake, feeling his change of mood, but not sure what it had changed to. He decided that now was the time to introduce himself.
I'm Bastien he said, wondering if the name would ring any bells to this Drake. He had run off, and apparently Harry and Alex had been worried sick. Had they been asking around for him?
He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to realize that his tail seemed to be scenting something, and was following that something's progress around them, as if it didn't want to intrude . . . or it didn't want to be noticed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:22 am
"Avocado" he said shyly, sticking a thumb in his mouth, in a rather childish gesture. He hadn't noticed anyone else; his own tail was laid out, apparently asleep - it did that a lot; he hoped it wasn't ill. He was holding the book almost like a shield; a sort of gesture to keep the other drake away, even though he had already scooted back.
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forever_broken292 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:26 am
Bastien was rather stumped. He had never seen the Drake around before, and he seemed rather . . . childish. Still, wasn't he sort of the personality the dragon had said to bring back? He was rather timid though . . . would he be able to survive the journey? Bastien wasn't sure, but he had to get around to that topic of conversation eventually.
I . . . haven't seen you around before. You come out often? he asked, trying to start a comversation while sweating heavily the entire time. He glanced up at the ceiling of fire and cursed silently.
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