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Post by Midnight on Mar 16, 2005 18:35:27 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Making off with the gold.] *After a lot of darkness with blots of stars some getting far to close for Midnight's liking a planet comes into view. The planet looked similar to Wolfenden though rather different. Being of smaller size and more green than blue.* *The world slowly gets closer and closer til Midnight closes her eyes and makes herself as small as possible but even that doesn't stop the pain as the jaws of the Dragon opens and drops her to the fast approaching ground.* *She hears a thud and realises that the thud was from her. Pain hits but subsides quickly as she realises that she is very very very far from Wolfenden and had no way of getting back. Anger fuled her veins and made her heart rage with anger. Now she had lost to places....She turns just as she is about hurl abuse at the golden dragon she sees something familiar behind it...She stops her mouth open her hand mid air...* We can't be.....
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Post by Coriolis on Mar 16, 2005 23:57:54 GMT
YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!! [glow=red,2,300]CRUMP![/glow] *A cacophany of breaking branches and scattering birds break the momentary silence as 'Janis' continues his new found taste for noisy landings. This time, he ends up swinging by his tail from a branch only a few feet from the ground...* WHY IN ALL THE REALMS OF HADES CAN'T ANYONE IN THIS GODS-FORSAKEN REALM GIVE ME A [glow=red,2,300]SOFT[/glow] LANDING?!? hey? what in the name of.... *His new perch finally gives up under the strain, dumping the Tiger onto the ground head-first. The instant rigor-mortis that sets in almost gives the effect of a upturned novelty coffee table, but the glistening of tears in his eyes suggest otherwise....* Arios....
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Mar 17, 2005 11:07:31 GMT
* Hands lands very slightly less painfully than the other two, being cushioned by a long-accumulated layer of dirt. Their new location is unfamiliar to him, but the other two seem less puzzled. *
Where the 'eck are we?
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Post by Midnight on Mar 17, 2005 12:30:54 GMT
*Midnight lowers her arm and slowly turns to Sly though she keeps her attention focused on the building behind the dragon...or whats left of it anyway.. The building once large and beautiful was now but a shell of what it once was. Torched with only the ruins remained only half pillars that remained told her where they were.*
Were a long way from Wolfenden. ..were in Arios..mine and Coriolis's home world....
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Mar 17, 2005 17:35:44 GMT
So you'll be stayin' 'ere and not botherin' us any more? Good. Now, 'ow do I get back?
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Post by Coriolis on Mar 17, 2005 20:58:45 GMT
That, 'friend', is the first intelligent question I've heard from you in a long time! Ironically, it's also one that I can't yet answer... *He pads over to Midnight standing a few metres away. As he walks, his lungs take hold all the fresh air of home that they can carry and the beautiful Jade Pendant around his neck regains a long lost lustre.* [To Midnight, a certain cockiness in his tone of voice] Been a long time, hasn't it Rhiannon? Shall I lead us home or does age prefer to go ahead of beauty? *He gives a deep and theatrical bow but his eyes never leave hers. He's almost daring her to take umbrage at the remark...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Mar 18, 2005 0:24:12 GMT
Well, look, since you'll be settlin' down 'ere and not comin' back, so we've got no more reason to quarrel, can we call a truss [OOC: he means "truce"] and you take me to some bloke 'oo can send me back?
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Post by Midnight on Mar 18, 2005 13:35:10 GMT
*Midnight doesn't break eye contact with the cocky Coriolis but she talks to Sly instead, almost ignoring Coriolis's remark but a fire burns in her eyes. She could find her way home blind folded from here.* I don't know how to tell you this Sly but last time I was here we were under attacked...there is no one to take you back...except that dragon... *At the mention of the word dragon the Golden Dragon's ears seem to pick up and starts walking towards them slowly and starts herding Sly towards the old building that was once the courts..* This could be interesting... *Now talking to Coriolis...* Lead on my friend..I'm sure those old bones of yours could use some exercise.....
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Mar 19, 2005 1:11:10 GMT
* Hands is taken by great surprise at being herded by a golden dragon that didn't exist a few minutes ago, but in view of the size of the thing he decides not to argue and waits to see where it takes him. *
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Post by Coriolis on Mar 19, 2005 19:30:36 GMT
heh heh.... As you wish! I'm sure our new friend 'Bob' here can keep the Beggar in line for a few minutes more. Spellcasting:- F-A-D-E *2 Green Glints head out of the small clearing at speed, leaving a cat shaped hole in the Undergrowth. 2 seconds later a voice speaks out from behind her...* This is OUR domain Rhiannon.... Show me what you've learned. *A torpedo trail of footprints returns through the fresh blazed forest path and the rustling of leaves give away his switch to tree-top level... Back in the clearing, the newly named 'Bob' nudges Sly with it's snout as if to suggest that movement on his part will go towards prolonging his faculties.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Mar 19, 2005 23:02:52 GMT
* Hands gets the message and continues to move, wondering where he is, where this ruddy great dragon is taking him, what's going to happen and how he's going to get back. *
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Post by Midnight on Mar 20, 2005 12:44:39 GMT
*Minight smiles as 'Bob' takes Sly further and further to the Courts. Though the smile is not aimed at him but at the tiger now hidden from sight.*
* Closing her eyes the pendent glows a deep sea blue and lighter flecks are seen within it almost as if it was moving to cause the flickering. Midnight slowly takes her panther form. Enjoying the alternative freedom it gave her from her human form. Her sense of smell was heightend as was her hearing. She heard the birds call up in the sky, the rusing in the ground from smaller animals trying to stay hiiden from the panther, she could smell flowers that were growing some where not to far from here. She took in a deep breath filling her lungs with air and smiled again*
*The smell was Arios, the smell was home and then she ran taking to a large oak tree and climbed up. Leaving only small paw prints in her wake. The trees leaves rustled around her causing birds to soar into the sky leavibg their nests behind. She left the nests be and carried on through the trees. Stopping everynow and then to sence where the tiger had gone to....*
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Post by Coriolis on Mar 25, 2005 21:23:28 GMT
*He was well ahead, leaping from tree to tree and branch to branch at breakneck pace. His senses honed to the well rehearsed path that he now travelled. Branchtobranchtotrunktobranch, downtogroundandunderthebrushtobranchtotrunktorock....*
*Each tree-trunk showing the scratch marks of a thousand such journeys, each mark a signpost toward home and old memories....*
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Post by Midnight on Mar 26, 2005 12:18:38 GMT
*Midnight for a while took to a slow pace taking in the sights around her. She had returned to the ground a while ago though still in panther form. A eagle called from above and then soared high into the sky before disappearing from sight. The tiger was striding in the lead leaving her further and further behind with each passing second. Looking up to where the eagle had been Midnight began to wonder..*
Is it possible?
*Closing her eyes again a bright blue glow slowly began to grow across her form. Slowly taking over the panther.The bluw glow began to shrink again and all of a sudden a raven broke from it and headed for the sky. A loud caw echoing through the woods breaking the silence that had suddenly come over the woods.*
*Up in the sky the raven flapped arms that had become wings. She felt the air flow through her feathers and looked down at the ground watching all that passed by..*
Was that a tiger she saw??
*She smiled and began to flap her wings faster with another call of the raven echoing round the woods she followed the tiger of what she could see of him*
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Post by Coriolis on Apr 6, 2005 20:42:51 GMT
*Trunktobranchtogroundtolongvinetotrunktorocktobranch... Ducking and diving with an almost ethereal grace, the White Tiger hits the ground running and hammers on unimpeded. Trees disappear left and right into mishmash of undergrowth behind him as the miles between the Cat and its cradle shrink and fall away. Only the 'Sirio' [OOC: 'Sy-ree-oh'] cliffs to traverse and he's home...* Oh my........ *The view from the cliffs should have been expected but nothing can prepare a person for the sight that Coriolis now beheld...* *The Arios Citadel, the stronghold of the Watcher race and his home for so many years, lay in ruin. What was left was barely worth mentioning, very few of the buildings had survived that terrible night when Hakonatu had gone on the rampage. Those that had were being slowly reclaimed by the forests and their inhabitants.* * The once grand Council chambers had partially collapsed in upon themselves, the facade cracked and weather beaten as if for centuries. The monumental pillars lying discarded around it's foundations as if some giant foot had trodden upon the building. 'The Den' to the East, the only true home that He had had after the death of his parents had fared little better. It's roof had long since caved in and the walls upon which Coriolis had rebuilt his life still showed the charred shilouettes of Watchers who hadn't been quick or agile enough to escape with their lives. Still littering the ground were the remains of abandoned possesions..... Training weapons, bedding, furniture, toys.....*
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