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 Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 1:21 pm
Cyres ((Ummmm... Not to be rude or anything like that but.... That's just a bit off topic.)) (( I'll delete that post and PM her... sorry.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 1:29 pm
*While flying over head Anzeron spots Zephyrous and swiftly descends onto her location. Without a second glance he checks the surrounding area for life and then when sure of the area he returns to Zephyrous' side.*
What happened? I'm very sorry I did not come sooner, I had to help out a traveller try and find his long lost friend! Do you remember anything that happened?
*Checks her forehead and notices the drakened blood*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 1:55 pm
*Gasps and nearly dives falls into the shallow brook as something decends from avoe into her small clearing. She relaxes slightly and sits back on her heals once she recognizes the figure. She squints through the barage of questions and explinations before doing anything.*
I came down from the tree where I'd stashed my rucksack- jumped from the last branch, then there was something from behind that knocked the air from me and the rest is blank.
*She guestures with her head over her shoulder, tail curling around into her lap.*
I woke up over that way with a throbing head and a sore back... And don't worry about your timing.. still want breakfast?
*opens her pack and extracts a frying pan, holding it up for him to see, quite besmirked*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:02 pm
*Nods his head in agreement and begins gathering some wood to get a fire going. After gathering enough to sustain a fire long enough to cook he uses his half-dragon ability of breathing fire to light the fire*
Well... atleast you are ok now. I left all of my belongings back at the cabin...I will return after I gather my things.
*Flies off into the distance back toward the cabin*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:19 pm
*Watches him rather placidly while he gathers wood, his combustible exhalation only causing a slightly curious expression to ghost across her sharp features. Before he leaves she bids him take care, rising only after he's gone from immediate sight.
She looks around a little before crouching again and closing her eyes. Her hand slowly goes out to a round stone from the water and she remains frozen in such a position a while, before whirling about 100 degrees and releasing the rock- moving smoothly to retrieve the admirable rabbit. She whispers a half prayer of thanks as she returns to the fire and sets to skin and clean the thing for eating.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:25 pm
*Landing at the cabin he senses that he is not alone. With great stealth he pulls out his bow and points it in the direction of the cabin door.
He slowly walks closer to the door ever so alert of his surroundings, listening for any hint of movement while being completely silent in his pacing. He enters the cabin to reveal a dark shadowy figure crouching over his bag. By the time he realizes he has been spotted the now clearly seen small dragon is upon him and he quickly releases his arrow into the dragons chest. Although it was a dead hit he is hit by the dragons massive tail.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:58 pm
*With a little water from the stream she throws a few strips of rabbit meat into the skillet with a few spices from a small packet she keeps handy. The rest of the slices she packs away in a bit of paper. She looks around with a severe frown hanging in her eyes and lingering on her lips. She has the urge to wander back to the cabin, but dizziness and fatigue overtake her and she leans back against the trunk of a tree and slips into a light sleep, knife in hand.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 3:10 pm
*Quickly rising to his feet he notices the dragon storming his way at an incredible pace.... he looks around for his bow and dives for it just as the dragon speeds past and beings to turn and come back, but he notices that it is slowing down at a very slow pace. He raises his bow and implants another arrow into the dragons heart and quickly reloads and shoots an arrow that bounces off the dragons rough shoulder scales, and is again knocked back by the dragon but takes to the sky just before hitting the ground and shoots an arrow blindly into the air because his eyes were cut by the dragons claws. He hears the dragons heavy panting and shoots an arrow into the dragon mouth finally putting an end to this battle.
He slowly sinks to the ground at an increasing rate of acceleration. Hitting the ground just feet away from the cabin is pormptly passes out from loss of blood and exhaustion*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 5:59 pm
*The scent of well cooked meat rouses her. The shade of the light through the trees stuck with the fact that her supposedly temporary companion hasn't return strikes her to pack up the meat, throwing that into her sack and the sack over her shoulder. With water from the stream she puts the fire out and sets off at a good job towards the cabin, head still a bit light, but otherwise well enough.
The scene at which she arrives disturbs her only slightly. She's on one knee by the adventurer in a moment- quite sure of the dragons demise. She stops the fresh bleeding, then binds his eyes with clean gauze from an emergency kit she keeps, then finally checks him over gingerly with her long hands for broken bones. Slight suspicion of a cracked rib leads her to refrain from moving him.
She goes into the cabin for the blankets and rolls one to prop behind his head, throwing the other across him. From the pile behind the cabin she retrieves wood and starts a fire outside a few feet from the unconscious body, both for a little extra warmth and defense.
A small portion of the meat from earlier is lost to her appetite as she waits and relaxes a little, sizing up the deceased dragon and pondering the events she apparently missed- kicking herself a little for not going with her gut instinct sooner.*
I think to stay under a roof for one night, and look what happens... I get myself into an adventure of sorts.
*She glances over at him in the fading light in a shot of realization*
I don't know your name...
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 6:32 pm
*Slowly awakening to the sound of fire crackling, feels sharp pains all over his battle scarred body, he lays as still as possible and with what energy he does have he moves his head to notice her sitting beside him half dosed sitting a few feet away from him.*
How long was I out? I could have taken him if not for him surprising me. I shouldn't have been so.....so.....careless......
*Head drooping down he falls back to sleep from frantic pain of his wounds*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 6:51 pm
Cyres Fire Mitsukai 1.) Call me Cleo.
2.) You never have to wait for me, it's fine.
3nodding heart ((Ok thanks for letting me know Cleo. smile Ok on with the story.)) *About ten minutes passed. Mobius awoke feeling fully rested. He walks outside to find his new companion still lying on that rock. Yawns.* "Ahh. That's much better. Hello again!" *Stretches arms and looks up at the clouds.* Name:Shrogan Age:1121 years old Race biggrin rone Bio:Founder of the lost race of Drones(ice people that were trapped in an ice mountain for centuries). Explorer in search of ancient text, but with his exploits, was trapped by an avalanche from the mountain. Though founder of the race of Drones, did not name the mountain(later it was named Mt. Dragonius for the race of ice dragond that live there). Shrogan stumbles on the building to find a figure he had not seen before. He walks up to it to find it is sleeping. He examines the figure closely and notices a resemblence of one of his friends.....((this is quoting Cyres last post.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 6:55 pm
*Looks over and watches him while he speaks, not trying to get a word in, almost regretting this as he passes back out of the waking realm. She shakes her head and sighs, looking him over from tip toe to wing tip.*
You better not be broken... I wouldn't know how to fix you....
*She picks up a strip of the cooked animal protein with her tail, though she lets it rest on the unfolded packaging, ready to offer it when he awakens. Her eyes wander up to the sky in its deepening blue.*
Just a minor setback, Lys...
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 7:06 pm
*After sleeping for a small amount of time, he finally reawakes. Still very sore and hardly able to hold his head in an upright position*
I believe this is going to keep me from moving for atleast a couple more hours. One of those times I am thanksful for my dragon heritage. Very quick healing.
*Takes gause off of minor wound to show it fully healed*
Should only take about an hour or so for these other to finish healing and the ribs will take about 24 hours. I should be fine.
*Tries to sit up but cannot manage to do more than get his shoulders off the ground before falling back to his previous position*
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 7:09 pm
Mobius slept intently, dreaming of his home in Ithaca. However this dream was soon interupted by a shadowed figure looming over his dream. He could sense that something was wrong.
*Shiiiinnnggg*
Mobius' Katana flew from its scabbard, finding itself at the trachea of an unknown intruder. "What are you doing here and what do you want with me?" Mobius spoke to the newcomer with a truely menacing voice. He look up at the figure at the tip of his blade. A familiar face was revealed after a close inspection. "Oh my god its you!" Mobius shot up from his sitting position to come face to face with his old friend. "After all these years we finally meet again... Shrogan. How have your travels been friend?" Mobius still amazed at the arrival of his comrad, staggered slightly before regaining his balance.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 7:25 pm
Yes, yes... yay for hybrid haratige...
*Gives a very sarcastic thumbs up and dangles the meat over his face a little, hands folded in her lap*
Don't suppose you're hungry?
*She glances away and into the fire*
I suppose that's our rogue..?
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