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Post by Dawby on Jul 12, 2005 19:50:36 GMT -5
The silent, impassive face of the round moon coolly battled with the dark shadows of the orchard trees, sometimes illuminating a blade of grass here, sometimes losing a patch of earth there. Softly, smoothly, a long slender shadow detached itself from the upper branches of a dark tree and slid down the trunk so silently the crickets, lost in their jubilant nocturne, didn't even notice him.
Large, bright eyes blinked sleepily. Nighttime. It was safe to come out.
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Post by ixris on Jul 12, 2005 22:44:06 GMT -5
 Rächer, who had like no life short of wandering about doing his own thing and watching stuff get done while not doing much of it himself, was eating dirt. Why? It's something Rächer does.  Don't ask me why. He's a bit... /off/. Meanwhile, he noticed the very solemn figure by the tree. He wandered over and made a churrbly noise. *Hi!* he said afterwards, wondering what the bark tasted like. *You gonna eat that?* He eyed the tree hungrily. XD; |
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Post by Dawby on Jul 13, 2005 12:27:31 GMT -5
*Eat it?* said the other dragon. *No. Did you want it?*
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Post by ixris on Jul 13, 2005 20:52:52 GMT -5
*PLEASE* Rächer said, and began to chew excitedly on the bark of the tree. XD; After a moment, his beak full, he turned to the leafy dragon. *'cha doin?* he asked, not quite yet ready to lapse into one of his stories.
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Post by Dawby on Jul 14, 2005 13:06:13 GMT -5
The brown dragon lifted his hindleg and delicately scratched his nose, momentarily stalling. He wasn't quite sure what to say to another dragon. He didn't talk to others much.
*Just woke up,* he replied. He looked at the chewed-on tree. *It's a nice tree.*
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Post by ixris on Jul 14, 2005 18:46:56 GMT -5
*Oh yes,* Rächer said, beaming. *Though it makes me crave peppermint. You see any around here?* He looked around a minute, and while not looking at the other male, he blinked. *What's your name?* he asked, sniffing around in the grass for more things to eat.
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Post by Dawby on Jul 15, 2005 12:13:14 GMT -5
*Peppermint,* he said vaguely. He stared at the other for a moment, then blinked himself. Apparently santus dragons suffer from dry eyes. *I mean, my name is Pan. And there was some peppermint at the other end of the clearing. I smelled it from up in the tree.*
He paused for a moment, trying to decide what else one would typically say in such a situation. His face brightened as he thought of something. *What's your name?*
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Post by ixris on Jul 15, 2005 17:17:13 GMT -5
Rächer fixed the other with a cocky grin as he wandered to the other side of the clearing, following his nose, as it were. *Avenger*, he said brightly. He knew that names held power, and after learning that once, he never gave out his real name, always the same psuedonym.
*AHA!* he declared, and started cheweing on some peppermint. *I love this stuff,* he said with a look of glee and bliss.
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Post by Dawby on Jul 16, 2005 10:40:07 GMT -5
Pan looked surprised, so surprised that he temporarily got lost in his surprise and forgot to follow the blue dragon.
After a moment, realizing he was sitting alone again, Pan leaped up and crossed to the rapidly disappearing peppermint in a couple of long, light bounds.
*Avenger?* he pressed. *But what are you avenging?*
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Post by ixris on Jul 16, 2005 10:42:16 GMT -5
*Depends,* Rächer said matter-of-factly. *Mostly on where I go, but sometimes on what I'm feeling up to doing at the time.* He chewed on the peppermint for a while, looking very pleased to just enjoy the flavor. Mmmmm Peppermint... <3
*'Sides, a name's not always best suited for a dragon. Your name's Pan, but I doubt you'd be very good for cooking eggs in.*
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Post by Dawby on Jul 16, 2005 10:51:41 GMT -5
Pan looked flabbergasted. *..e ..eggs? Cooking??*
He stared at Avenger. Oh, wait. *Oh, that kind of pan. No, Dawby named me for the Greek deity of the country and hillside and.. um,* he blushed suddenly. *Nevermind.*
Well, being named for a god famous for THAT was at least better than being named for a kitchen tool.
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Post by ixris on Jul 16, 2005 12:46:17 GMT -5
Rächer beamed in a manner which suggested he was up to something. He wasn't. It's just how he grins. *I heard of him,* he said. *Little thing with fuzzy legs and horns on his head, right?*
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Post by Dawby on Jul 17, 2005 9:24:26 GMT -5
*That's him,* Pan agreed. *So, um.. you out for a walk?*
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Post by ixris on Jul 17, 2005 13:12:37 GMT -5
*Are you offering?* Rächer asked, beaming in that suspicious manner again. *I'm game if you are, but no, I wasn't planning on being out for a walk, just wandering.*
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Post by Dawby on Jul 17, 2005 15:59:33 GMT -5
*I love how the Orchard looks at night,* said Pan dreamily. *I go walking every night.*
He looked wistfully at the moon. *So bright.*
*Oh. Oh, yes.* Pan suddenly remembered Avenger. *You should come with me.*
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Don't ask me why. He's a bit... /off/.