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Post by Thalron on Jul 11, 2005 21:04:06 GMT -5
He had rarely made an appearance to this place, but it was always unpleasant, or atleast annoying (depending on who he met up with) but at the moment he was in a rather relaxed mood, he had been chasing someone around earlier but now it was cooling down and he had decided to take a rest... silver to the left and crimson to the right, as he lay on his back, fire slowly crept out from his crimson wing and crawled along the ground scorching all it touch, while his metal one gleamed in the sunlight, along with his tail and left arm which appeared to have been... Replaced, only two people knew the reason, and he was one of them. He doubted anyone would bother him, as he was generally avoided... There were maybe... four people he'd expect to be that brave, and only one he'd expect to be that stupid. Of course, he was in a good mood, and was unlikely to bother to maim anyone... Much. (( www.geocities.com/thalron2002/Leafy/kroth.html __ |
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 11, 2005 21:51:20 GMT -5
Querryth wandered through the nearby woods, as she'd often done in the past. She hadn't been here in a while, though; lately, she'd been spending a lot of time in her own territory. And she'd had a lot of time to think.
She'd come to the conclusion that she wasn't quite sure how she felt about the situations she'd gotten herself into... which didn't really help with any sort of decision making process about what to do in regards to them.
However, her time spent thinking had also left her slightly lonely. Granted, there were two males in nearby territories, but she never really felt like she'd be welcome to intrude. They were already friends, why should they want to socialize with a female with a history as messed up as hers? There were probably plenty of 'normal' female dragons for them to occupy themselves with...
And, of course, there was that little nagging worry in her mind, about the consequences of hanging around other, relatively peaceful dragons. She seemed to attract bad luck, and wouldn't want to 'jeopardize the innocents'...
She stops short, seeing Kroth lounging. Turn around and fly home, she thinks to herself, and half of her really wants to. The other half, however, has been rather lonely, and she'd prefer to be around another dragon. But this dragon probably isn't the best of company to be keeping, the other side of her mind says...
Then again neither was Monerith, she thinks, still hesitating.
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Post by Thalron on Jul 11, 2005 22:04:58 GMT -5
He didn't notice her at first, continuing to watch the sky with almost amused expression, expelling a large smoke ring into the air with a lazy puff of breath, although as he inhaled his eyes sharpened. Another dragon? it smelled like... The stupid one, and alittle of Monerith. heh so she was Really messed up enough to hang out with 'his' kind.
Ah, there was a similarity... His eyes, they were very much like Monerith's, So few had those pinpoints of black and colour embossed upon them. And they were watching Querryth, although it was not as threatening seeing as he still was laying upon his back.
"\/\/0U1d '/0u C@|23... To join me, oh slow one? Or do you prefer the chase?" His voice had that lazy tone which suggested a rather passive nature, although it quickly changed to threatening near the end... Since if he did have to chase her, he would make sure she wouldn't be able to run away.
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 11, 2005 22:18:22 GMT -5
She starts slightly. Lost your chance, she thinks to herself. Next time I feel like wandering from my territory, I need to remember that I constantly end up in bad situations...
"I prefer not to be maimed. I doubt I should assume that's an option either way, but I guess joining you would be preferable to being chased."
She steps forward, nearing him and breaking free of the trees. She avoids the fire of his 'natural' wing, and stops, keeping a respectful distance, but stays quiet, unsure of what to say, and unknowing of what might set this dragon off.
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Post by Thalron on Jul 11, 2005 22:33:03 GMT -5
He continues giving her an upside down stare, although it was more of the 'lazy and only thing to pay attention to' look than planning what part to remove first which Monerith sometimes had, then rather startingly he patted his metal wing with his metal arm "(0|\/|3 0\/3|2 |-|ere." he said with a small smile, presumably wanting her to come over there so he wouldn't strain his neck to look at her.
"1 \/\/0|_|1|) P|23|=3|2 |\|07 70 (|-|@53 '/0|_|." he said with a pleasant smile appearing, it was... Strange and almost made him seem scarier than if he had a evil one... Just because it seemed so out of place.
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 11, 2005 22:54:44 GMT -5
"And I would prefer not to run," she replies, and steps closer to his metal wing, circling around the flames of the other. She looks at him, head cocked slightly to the side, and attempts to judge his mood, hoping that no unexpected evilness plans to come out... and while the smile is rather disconcerting, she hopes that it's at least faintly sincere, and that he isn't about to lunge for her... That would be an occurance I don't care to repeat, she thinks to herself, concious of the scars she still bears.
"What brings you here today?" she asks as she stops near Kroth.
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Post by Thalron on Jul 11, 2005 23:09:02 GMT -5
His mood seems well... Like what you would expect from a non psycho dragon strangely enough, it seemed like he was just as content to speak with her then he probably would be to chase down and maul some random passerby "I was |_ook1ng fo|2 50m3t|-|ng 7o |)0, @n|) D3c1|)ed 70 (om3 |-|3re." he said with a small shrug, which made a rather annoying noise from the shifting metal...
But the metal didn't stop shifting after the shrug, his metal wing shot out to the side, knocking or sliding underneath Querryths front legs, and the 'feathers' spreading then clasping onto her rear ones before pulling back to his side... This trick worked on almost everyone he tried it on, with the exception of the very quick, or large, or heavy. The result was either knocking the other down and pulling them to his side, or simply knocking them down, or nothing if they managed to dodge.
This however was not actually meant to hurt her, but just one of those things he does to his 'friends', atleast the friends that were not covered in spikes or that would kill him after such a attempt...
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 11, 2005 23:24:39 GMT -5
"Ah," she replies.
As his wing shoots out she jumps up slightly, but not quickly enough to avoid being hit, and makes a rather startled squeek. Her wings whip out in an attempt to steady her and keep her from falling, but she still loses her balance. She falls forward and to the side, knocking into him slightly before managing to right herself. She glares down, though good humordly, sensing that it wasn't a malicious move, and rearranges her wings to straighten her rumpled feathers. "Hrmpf," she says, shaking a bit of mane out of her face.
"Not intending to chase me... but intending to break my legs so you won't have to?" she says, though jokingly, for the most part.
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Post by Thalron on Jul 11, 2005 23:39:49 GMT -5
He makes a odd click-y chuckling noise and nudges her now that she is pretty much standing against him "\/\/|-|at m'/ w1|\|g n07 C0|\/|Fe|2t@b|_3 3|\|0UG|-| F0|2 '/0|_|?" he said with his smile spreading into a mischevious looking grin, although the metal teeth made it look alittle more sinister than that... "M'/ |\|@me I5 |<|207|-|, It's a pleasure to meet you Querryth. And no, I did not intend to break your legs, although sometimes it bruises people..." his voice was very amused... and he knew her name... which was alittle odd, but not entirely odd given who would most likely be one of the few able to hang out with him.
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 11, 2005 23:53:33 GMT -5
"Well, I wouldn't precisely say that your wing is all that soft and fluffy, to say the least." She regards the metal for a few seconds. She smiles a bit mischeviously as well. "But then again, few dragons tend to fall into that category."
"A pleasure to meet you, Kroth," she responds to his introduction. "I think I can confirm those bruises." She shifts her weight slightly. "I believe I have met you briefly, once before perhaps... but I assume that isn't how you know my name." She refrains from actually mentioning Monerith, but she figures that Kroth must know him, or know of him... and that news probably travels relatively fast.
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Post by Thalron on Jul 12, 2005 0:10:32 GMT -5
Kroth nodded, and sighed, before raising his other wing a bit just to bring it into view, "1t 15 50|=7 @|\||) F|_uF|='/, But |\|07 |\/|0|23 (0|\/|F3|27@|3L." he offered with a grin, then replaced the flaming wing back down to his side, afew stray embers floated past querryths face like some sort of dwindling sprite. "I am sorry about the bruises, Hmph, I can see why Mone (pronounced Moan) would have chosen you," he pauses and glances around, with a conspiratorial feel "If he ever gets bored of you, I'll take care of you." he said with a wink sounding like that if Monerith were to get bored with her she would most likely need his protection.
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 12, 2005 0:23:50 GMT -5
She regards his flaming wing, and nods. "Indeed, not particularly pleasant for those unaccustomed to being constantly surrounded by flames..."
She looks to the ground at the mention of Monerith, still rather unsure concerning her thoughts and feelings towards the spiky, rather violent dragon. Kroth's offer of protection gave her a surprising sense of comfort, though... Kroth was definitely not quite as unsettling as Monerith, it would seem.
"Thank you," she replies simply, a bit too flustered. "I must say, his choice has... puzzled me, to say the least. But in general, he puzzles me." She looks contemplative for a moment. "Perhaps most of all, I'm just surprised that I haven't ended up dead yet." She manages a small smile.
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Post by Thalron on Jul 12, 2005 0:59:54 GMT -5
He gave a slight nod/shake of his head when she mentioned that it wouldn't be that pleasant for most. then he shifted his weight around alittle bit, sighing as she looked to the ground he could guess what it'd be like, probably alot like when he chose to hang around sephiroth, Sure he was a nice guy sometimes, but the next he could be chopping you into bits and laughing.
"'/0|_| @|23 \/\/3|_1(0|\/|3, He probably will not kill you if he said he would not... |-|3 7@|<3'5 |-|15 \/\/0|2|) \/3|2'/ 53|2105|_'/..." he paused then looked alittle more serious "But he will twist his words for his own benefit, if he said he wouldn't kill you, he might have someone else do it." his speech seems to shift every other sentance or so... "@7l3ast '/0U a|2en'7 @f|2a1|), I can't stand that smell..." he rolled about halfway to his side to face her and cracked his neck with a swift movement, trying to judge her reaction... Soon maybe he'd start the tests...
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Post by Saturnalia on Jul 12, 2005 1:12:08 GMT -5
She ponders this. "Fair enough... and no, I think I'm beyond being afraid, at this point." She shrugs her wings. "What use is there, for excessive fear... caution, perhaps, is necessary. But fear, from experience, seems to only make whatever bad situation I'm likely to get myself stuck in ten times worse. That's not to say that I don't find myself startled often enough, though." She allows for another small smile. "I think I've had too much time as of late to think on that subject... but recent events have sort of given me quite a few reasons to sort of my fears, and my priorities on that matter..."
She trails off, watching him as he cracks his neck. He seems rather honest, she thinks to herself, and that's refreshing. While I'm not particularly scared of Monerith, it's nice not to have to be constantly worried about what each word means underneath the literal phrases... She shifted her weight once more, still regarding Kroth. Though I doubt it would be very intelligent to fully trust any dragon I come across, no matter how honest they come across as...
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Post by Thalron on Jul 12, 2005 2:16:37 GMT -5
It was rather refreshing to talk to someone who atleast wasn't completely psycho, or bloodthirsty... Which most of his friends were either one or the other, he hoped that she would last longer than the last ones, but she was blue and that would help. He also liked that smile, it wasn't nearly as nervous as most other sane people usually carried when speaking to him... he also didn't have to worry about his other friends popping in and cause the blood to leak from it... He hated that.
"I don't |<|\|0\/\/ 1f 1 (@n 3Ve|\| P|20|)u(3 7he 5c3|\|t of fear a|\|'/ |\/|0|2e, Maybe you should find something else to occupy your time, too much thought can be unhealthy." he stopped rather abruptly and focused his eyes on her, Ah... that murderous look, so much more expected from his appearance... The black ring around his pupil expanded and the contracted as if focusing in on some point "Do you want a head start?" he still seemed rather mischevious rather than malicous but... it was easy to tell that under normal circumstances he'd be a bit more intimidating.
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