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 Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:35 pm
At the sight of the deep purple drakein she had of course assumed the worst. The other ysali dragon had been out to kill her, why shouldn't this one be any different? But instead he had spoken to her, at least she assumed it was male as it spoke rather eloquently for a feral drakein.
"Well now you shouldn't just gawk after someone saves your life. Where are your manners?" The Drakein stated sounding rather offended that she hadn't already groveled at his feet in thanks though perhaps the drakien had been wrong about this one. Seeing her flee in the forest it had caught his attention if only ..at first glance she had appeared to be an oblivinite but her striking red hair had betrayed her mixed heritage. What an interesting sight to behold, after all mix breeds were rare and to see one fleeing for her life meant that...he could use her.
Her green eyes, much like his own seemed to glow within their sockets, he felt himself preen a bit at the similarity, she was too perfect after all his his plans. Unless of course she couldn't speak...but even then it would be fun to contort and shape this young girl to his own ends.
Laying down he was tired of waiting for her to stop gawking.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 10:30 am
Tilawen felt her body shiver at the sight of the drakein, given how she had just been hunted by another one it was impossible for her to relax the dragon could probably sense that since he seemed to be laughing at her unease. At being reprimanded about her manners she felt her body tense up, she wanted to shout at him but how would that help her? It could just provoke him to attack her instead.
Instead she shifted onto her feet and gave only a glancing look at him. "..Than.k..you." She managed though it felt bitter in her mouth. Why? She hated to be saved, the fact she couldn't defend herself only made her more irritated with how she had acted with the ysali dragon.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 10:43 am
The drakein gave a low rumbling laugh, oh what a delightfully unbalanced child, he could sense by her movements and by the way she was reluctant to thank him that she was full of bitterness
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