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Post by Midnight on Dec 8, 2008 11:42:54 GMT
*Midnight nodded slightly to Leytan to show she had his comment about landing soon. Her palms still loving gently over the dragons silvery blue scales, whether the dragon felt anything from it there was no sign. As in the distance the shapes of towers began to appear a city obviously in the distance Midnight brought her full attention back to the dragon.*
Take us down please good dragon. I think down in that gully just ahead of my brother will do. Means we can stay out of view a wee while.
*The dragon began to pick up speed and lowering, the walls surrounding them were shrinking closer to the ground, the dragon soon started to pass over the tiger for the first time in a while the sun shone directly onto him and the icy snow.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 8, 2008 22:22:36 GMT
[OOC: *Leytan wraps the fur coat around him and looks at Midnight he smiled slightly.* "I'm only half Winterian remember. So i do feel the cold of this place....[but] not [to] the extent Wren ... will" When this happens, and Vyrrian requires warmth, I urge you all to donate generously to Surrounds' official charity for December 2008 AD: Chilled Wren In Need. OK, carry on. ]
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 8, 2008 23:42:03 GMT
[OOC:
Attention shoppers. YG has just won the internets. As a courtesy, please give him all your earthly possessions.
Good night and good luck.]
'Twist here... a minor adjustment to that... don't know what THAT is... aaaaaand, we should be-'
The sudden drop in temperature sent Wren's hand trembling, and the delicate instrument tumbled from his grip. It skittered along the carapice of the dragon before finally coming to rest mere inches over the edge.
Well... bugger.
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Post by Lady Mercury on Dec 9, 2008 13:05:47 GMT
(OOC: LOL, I'll make a donation ) *Lady Mercury glanced up at Wren's muffled curse and looked over to him* "Are you alright Wren?" She frowned as she saw the instrument heading dangerously close to the edge of the dragon "Wren, is your equipment affected in any negative way by magic? I could use a recall spell on it, but if it does react, I don't want any nasty surprises if the magic backfires!"
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 18, 2008 23:02:59 GMT
Before Wren could respond, a sudden jolt from the dragon sent the tool over the edge of the dragon and tumbling down towards the snow covered ground.
'Hell's teeth' cursed Wren, quite visibly seething. 'Something else I need to replace.'
'I'm sure you'll be fine' shrugged Lady Mercury. 'Provided you don't be careless and get your hand impaled again.'
'Your concern is touching, milady, truly' Wren sighed, trying to get comfy on the creature who was now trying his patience considerably.
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Post by Coriolis on Dec 29, 2008 0:39:58 GMT
*Meanwhile, as the forest dropped away into a small valley...*
*Coriolis glanced up when He felt the warming sun on his back but the warmth drained straight back out of his hide when he saw the Dragon start to climb away. From experience that meant his step-sister was going for a swoop landing. Climb high, swoop in low and then climb sharply into a stall so the Dragon would land tail down and on the proverbial sixpence.*
*He'd been passenger for a couple of these landings as a child and didn't envy the lightweights up there with her one little bit. However, if Coriolis wanted to be the first to their destination, he would have to risk going underneath during the swoop. There wasn't time or space to go around.*
*... and if he could stay ahead of the swoop, He'd be fine. If not, there was going to several tons of condescending Dragon standing on his tail...*
*It was about this moment in his thinking that a little glint of sunlight caught the Watchers eye and the sharpest of pains sliced a neat little gash out of his hind leg. Wrens blade had fallen through some narrative causality, typical of the realm, and once again there was a new scar on the charging Tiger. It registered to him with a little yelp but the flow of adrenaline was keeping Coriolis mind distracted for the time being as he raced on for the finishing post.*
*Leaving behind the distinctive blade, a little slice of white and black pelt and a telltale red line shining proud amongst the crystal snow...*
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Post by Midnight on Dec 31, 2008 21:17:59 GMT
*Midnight winced slightly as she saw a few foot prints of blood being left in stark contrast tot he white pale snow. The dragon was coming into land very quickly, her wings rapidly slowing a fresh dusting of already fallen snow rising and landing once again, her legs lowered towards the ground and Midnight as the speed slowed reached her arms into the air tipping her head back and closing her eyes for a few moments enjoying the feeling of flying. *
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Post by Coriolis on Jan 11, 2009 23:01:48 GMT
*...while at the same time there was a similar grimace and a rush of endorphins to the brain below as Coriolis threw his life to the dice and dived under those heavy armory racks masquerading as clawed feet and hands.* *Using the ice to his advantage, the Tiger hunkered down low and skated underneath the landing Dragon. He only missed a much lower existence by an inch. 2 Draconic claws slicing down either side of his head and the massive foot slamming into the snow just short of his tail. Not bad for a Watcher that was always supposed to be in the background instead of in the thick of the action.* *He skidded to a halt and sat down ahead of the Dragon and its party. His breath heavy and clouding in the chilled air, Coriolis laughed loud and long. The sound gruff and mangled but the exhiliration palpable in the early morning.* He sat, He laughed his furry head off, He tilited his head to the stars and roared, He turned and charged off into the trees toward the castle spires...* [Continued elsewhere in "Otherlands" - Only time will tell.]
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