@A5_ WICKED
(Is there going to be a limit set for how many people can join? We have 12 peeps in here, so far.)
(Holy crap…)
(Is there going to be a limit set for how many people can join? We have 12 peeps in here, so far.)
(Holy crap…)
(@Skylark, maybe you could put this in the main post for future reference?
(Oops I meant to put 20 years old. Sorry about that.)
//YAY HI LLAMA
(HII TRUTLEEEE!!!!)
//HOWS LIFE
//HOWS LIFE
(EH HOW BOUT CHU??)
(Aight wait were gunna spam people…)
//okay okay fine
(thanks, @Peter Duende)
(When do we start?)
(Now…?)
Sure.. Who starts?)
(I've got a starter)
(K cool)
After a few miles of swimming along the coast, trailing blood in her wake, Onyx pulled herself up onto a secluded beach to dry off. She groaned in discomfort.
Stupid shark, if I had my blasted 'arpoon I woulda had 'im.
She looked down at her right tail fin, which was torn and bleeding profusely.
Dammit, can't let Morey see this, I'll 'ave to go to a legga' healer.
She sat for a bit longer, drying off, then sang a quick transformation song, causing her tail to shift into human legs. The wound on her tailfin could now be found on her right thigh. She stood up, wobbly at first because it had been a while since she was in legger form, and made her way to the nearby village.
(Legger/legga' = siren word for human)
Kristine ducks toward the beach from her castle entrance. Visrion and Drogon flap around her head and Rhagal was one her shoulder
As she stumbled into the town, Onyx kept stopping people, asking where the healer was. They took one look at her wet, bedraggled, bleeding person and walked on.
What rude leggas! she thought. Gah, what am I going to do if I can't find a healer?
She went back to the beach, sat on a large rock, and put her face in her hands.
Well, at least I'm bleeding less.
Robin draws in a shallow, quiet breath. The rabbit takes no notices of him. It takes a step forward, then another. snap! It's neck breaks instantly and it hangs several feet off of the ground. Rabbit stew for supper. He grins, happy as always that he can feed his family.
Kristine walked through the town. Now all three dragonets on her shoulders and arms
Victoria slashed through another sapling, grinning with satisfaction. Her daily workout was almost over, so she slid her compact sword back into its sheath and concealed it beneath her skirt.
Robin undoes the twine from around the rabbit's neck and bags his catch. He resets the trap and goes on to the next. Most of them are empty, which is unusual for this time of year, but it doesn't concern him for now.
Kristine sits at the side of a fountain in the middle of the village. Visirion snarls at Rheagal and clambers down her arm and chase each other around the square. Drogon lays down in Kristine's arms
(gtg)
Amethyst pulled back on the bowstring as she mentally marked her target. When she was ready and her aim was right, she released the arrow along with a breath.
Thwack!
"Bullseye," she stated, grinning.
Levi was silent as he stares at the water. How long had it been since had swum through the cold, salty water? Ho wlong had it been since he allowed himself to sing? He sighs softly, his feet dipping into the water, shivering happily at the feeling of the water lapping at his ankles.
[@Skylark, what is the common view towards creatures of magic (elves, pixies, some dragons, etc.)? Are they despised, admired, feared?]
Clem raced through the narrow streets and haphazard shops, a large loaf of bread tucked under his arm. He ducked under a low hanging tarp and accidentally knocked over a basket of cheap trinkets in his haste. But a glance behind him spurred him to go faster.
“Thief! Grab that boy, he’s a thief!” A large merchant bellowed. Clem gulped as he saw some guards look at the shouting merchant, who was now pointing after him.
Clem dashed around a corner into a narrow alleyway, only to smack right into a person! He and the woman he had run into both toppled to the ground.
“Oh, shoot, I am so sorry!” Clem said, seeing the woman’s profusely bleeding leg for the first time.
Travis sprinted through he woods, slicing through the dummies he had set up earlier this morning and hitting the ones that sprung up in front of him.
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