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Post by Sirah on Sept 20, 2008 18:44:14 GMT -5
The stallion with the wild hair threw himself cheerfully into the gathering, grinning like an idiot. Ha! And Clann didn't think there'd be anyone around. If _this_ is what it looked like when there was no one around, he'd love to see this Orchard when it was busy! This was more C'bana than he'd seen in a long time... And a Scepter of Awesomeness? Bir needed to get himself one of those!
"A hundred thousand adventures and C'bana to chat with ta' boot!" Bir shot back to the other stallion, who simply rolled his eyes and shrugged.
Ignoring his friend for the moment, Bir introduced himself, " Greetings one and all, I am Bir'yaii and it's a pleasure to meet you!" A fancy little bow was tacked onto the end for good measure.
"Clann'Rastilir, " the stripy blue stallion tossed his own introduction to the group at the first opportunity.
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Post by Sirah on Sept 19, 2008 19:17:54 GMT -5
"Why are we here again?" Asked the bored voice of one deep blue C'bana stallion. "Oh come on, Clann, live a little! This is the fabled Orchard! The Paints speak of a hundred thousand adventures taking place here, with more new friends than you can shake a paw at!" This from a younger stallion with a wild purple mane streaked with orange. "Hundred thousand, eh?" The blue stallion, Clann'Rastilir, sounded decidedly un-impressed. "Hate to burst your bubble, Bir, but I think that was a long time ago. Right now this place is looking pretty quiet." Bir'yaii's ears twitched upwards at the faint sound of a yelp. 'I don't know about looking quiet, but it's not sounding quiet! I definitely heard something." He grinned in reply, and headed towards the noise. geocities.com/okidme/meadow/cbana.html
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Post by Sirah on Jun 18, 2004 14:54:19 GMT -5
The stallion only relaxed for ease of doding, and skips away from the sword. He's not willing to meet the thing with his horn until he sees what kind of damage it can do. The last thing he needs is his horn chopped off by a sword that can cut through anything.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 17, 2004 20:05:17 GMT -5
He rolls his eyes at that, recognising that the dragon is trying to annoy him.
"Most of my kind don't fight." He replies with a swish of his tail.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 17, 2004 19:52:37 GMT -5
"Do I look like a normal horse, dragon?" He inquires. Certainly a brilliant gold unicorn drapped in dragon hide was safe from being mistaken as a normal horse.
The following gets a dark chuckle from the stallion. "Ah, but none so crazy as me."
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Post by Sirah on Jun 17, 2004 19:20:13 GMT -5
"Well, you missed that oppertunity when you created this little ability bubble.." He retorts. Aparently the horse comment had gotten to him.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 21:05:59 GMT -5
" I do resent attempts to set me on fire. " Domnu says with mild reapproach. He stops dead at the sight of the sword in his way, then wheels and takes off again to give himself a bit of distance.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 20:41:51 GMT -5
The stallion goes right through the flames in front of him, trusting to the dragon hide to keep the majority of his pelt in one piece. If he was lucky the feathering on his legs wouldn't really start on fire until he could vanish into a portal and escape. The temporary viod between destinations would be enough to put the flame out. As soon as he gets the chance he's vanishing.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 20:19:31 GMT -5
Domnu lands hard, but is dodging away the moment he regains his hooves. Since this creature was unlikely to come after his species, and had eliminated his main chance at surviving a fight like this.. It was looking like discretion would be the better part of valor, live to fight another day and all that.
He's a blur as he speeds away, dodging and weaving to make it difficult to gadge his path and fry him with a blast of fire.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 19:48:15 GMT -5
"I would say not getting onesself fried to a crisp in the first shot is a good way to start.."
Meanwhile the Asrire's last teleport placed him slightly above the dragon, so now the stallion is dropping for Sephiroth's spine. The sudden discover that he can't use his usual tatics rather startles Domnu.. Fighting a much larger enemy straight on was a good way to get yourself killed..
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 13:54:30 GMT -5
Flame billows over the area where Domnu once stood, but he's no longer there. "Depending on your definition, either or." Replies the stallion from behind the dragon, sounding distinctly amused. He's gone again before he even finishes speaking.
Asrire are a rather unique species, they have the ability to instantly teleport themselves almost where-ever they wish.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 13:44:02 GMT -5
"Perhaps." The stallion replies, unconcerned. "I've faced death before, so it doesn't particularly bother me." He's stopped eating at least, so he must be taking this at least somewhat seriously now.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 13:34:07 GMT -5
There's a chuckle from the stallion. "Wouldn't that be 'almost killing' me? Or the ever popular, 'beating me within an inch of my life'?.."
"There's always self defense.." Domnu replies, his tone much like the dragons. He could be joking, but he's probably not.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 13:10:46 GMT -5
"As of yet, no." He replies calmly, just moving aside as the dragon moves into turf he'd been about to take a bite from. The key word in that answer is 'yet'.
"How exactly do you not kill someone 'much'?" He inquires conversationally.
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Post by Sirah on Jun 14, 2004 13:03:26 GMT -5
"Domnu." He introduces himself simply, with a polite nod in return. "As for hunts, many. I've long since lost track." The golden stallion shrugs. One ear is tilted back towards the dragon, but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention to Sephiroth otherwise. His answers come between mouthfulls of grass.
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