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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 5, 2005 19:09:00 GMT -5
OOC: LOL!! I had forgotten about that. BIC: "Pyronondo," pants Roanoke. He can't explain it; but somehow the presence of sons is erasing his fear. "A Wyvern. He's the reason I had to leave your mother. He wants me dead..."
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Post by Epesi on Mar 5, 2005 20:06:45 GMT -5
"A wyvern?" Rutt tilts his head. "What's that, eh, some new kind of wolf?"
Tuke, meanwhile, is a little confused. "Well, 'course he wants you dead, right? I mean, like, he was going to eat you anyway..."
Generally, as far as he is concerned, anything with fangs probably wants him dead, or has thought about it at some point. Therefore, it doesn't occur to Tuke to even ask whether Pyronondo should have any interest in seeing the end of Roanoke, besides hunger.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 5, 2005 22:14:33 GMT -5
"No no... He's a dragon," replies Roanoke, shaking his head. "That's a big lizard that spits fire. And he doesn't to eat me- just kill me."
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Post by Epesi on Mar 5, 2005 22:59:50 GMT -5
Rutt twists his face. A big lizard that spits fire? "Well...why would he want to do that, eh? Sounds pretty stupid to me. I mean, I dunno, maybe...I guess if I had fire in my mouth, I'd spit it out too, eh..."
Tuke tries to make sense of this. "Wait, how can he be a big lizard if he was a wolf just now?" He pauses for a moment. "Oh no, wait, don't tell me...he was lifted into the sky by, like...his dead brother, right?"
Rutt snorts and stamps a hoof, laughing. "Oh yeah, yeah! Only, he was a dragon before, but really he's actually a beaver, eh?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 7, 2005 12:55:38 GMT -5
OOC: LOL!!! Rutt and Tuke's comments cracked me up. ;D
BIC: Roanoke stares at his sons. "What are you talking about? He's a shape-shifter. He can take the form of any animal."
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Silver-tipped ears- shadowed by great many-tined antlers- swilvelled towards the Moose.
It is a White-Tailed Deer Stag, his face long silver bleached with white. His dark liquid eyes ripple as he silently walks into the clearing.
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Post by Epesi on Mar 7, 2005 13:21:30 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks. I'm having fun with these two. BIC: "Oh." Tuke stops laughing abrubtly, doing his best to look politely interested. "That's handy, eh?" He glances at Rutt and coughs slightly, but there aren't any "hidden" messages this time. Looking back at Roanoke, Tuke spots movement on the other side of the clearing. He lifts his head in surprise. Rutt follows his gaze. "Gee, he looks kinda familiar, eh?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 11, 2005 23:16:07 GMT -5
OOC: Glad to hear that eh? BIC: "Do I?" asks the White-Tailed Deer politely. "That's strange- I've never been here before." Roanoke's ears swivel forward. "Oh forgive me," says the cervid, bowing. "My name is Qoheleth. I have traveled far to gain wisdom." "Fascinating," comments Roanoke, returning to his old self. "Why didn't you just stay with your mate?" "She's dead," replies Qoheleth flattly. Roanoke winces. "Oops."
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Post by Epesi on Mar 11, 2005 23:47:04 GMT -5
"Nice goin', eh," Tuke mutters. Then he clears his throat, and addresses the stag. "Well, welcome to...er...the forest, Mr. Qoheleth. I'm Tuke, and this is my brother--"
"Rutt," he cuts in.
"Yeah. And you'll have to excuse Mr. Smar-- er, our father, eh." Tuke looks slightly sheepish. "Roanoke. This is...like...sort of a family reunion, I guess."
"Only nobody told us," mutters Rutt.
"It's not all his fault, though, I mean, he was just attacked by this werewolf..."
"Wyvern."
"Wyvern, werewolf, giant beaver...whatever, eh? So, he was just jumped by this Pyronondo guy, eh...and he's kind of stressed, you know?" Tuke glances apologetically at Roanoke, attempting to make up for his tactless comment -- though heaven only knows, this won't be the last.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 14, 2005 20:52:05 GMT -5
"Ah, a wyvern," says Qoheleth wisely, not bothered by Roanoke's rudeness. "A type of dragon; although they tend to just with humans. I wonder why this one is chasing you." The stag shakes his bleached head. "Where are you heading?"
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Post by Epesi on Mar 14, 2005 21:31:49 GMT -5
"Er..." Tuke racks his brain. The glacier was driven completely out of his thoughts when this drama began to unfold. "I dunno, eh, where were we going?"
Rutt tilts his head. "What about that glacier of yours, eh?"
"The glacier? Nah, that's days away from here..."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 15, 2005 21:41:08 GMT -5
Taking adavntage of his son's confusion, Roanoke interrupts. "We were going to find my mate, Dulcis," he says, eyes glittering strangely.
"Oh?" Qoheleth cocks his ears froward and glances at Rutt and Tuke. "Then why were you two just speaking about a glacier?" asks the elder gently.
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Post by Epesi on Mar 16, 2005 20:33:53 GMT -5
Tuke looks at the stag, and then at Roanoke. "I dunno -- look, you're confusing me, eh."
Rutt had perked up at the mention of Dulcis. Now he turns to his brother. "Well, why don't we do like he says, eh, go and look for our mother?"
"Well...that could take days, or weeks...months...maybe even till winter..."
"Come on, you lazy hoofer. You didn't have any problem dragging us out to see that stupid glacier, and that's not exactly next door, eh."
"I didn't drag any--"
"And what would Mom say, eh? 'You never visit...'"
"Okay, okay, we'll go and look for her." Tuke sighs, looking harrassed. Of course, he really does look forward to seeing Dulcis, but right now he's content to give the impression that he's humoring his little brother, as though at great personal expense.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 17, 2005 18:03:41 GMT -5
OOC: LOL!! That comment made me laugh. ;D
BIC: "Well then," asks Qoheleth. "May I accompany you on your voyage."
Raonoke lays back his ears. He doesn't want this interloper to join them...
And yet, smarting with guilt, at the same time he doesn't want to chase the stag off if his sons want it. "Well," he says. "What do you say, Rutt? Tuke?"
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Post by Epesi on Mar 19, 2005 14:55:57 GMT -5
OOC: Heh, thanks again, eh? BIC: Rutt glances at Tuke, who shrugs, and looks the stag over, as though sizing him up and considering him thoughtfully. In truth, he's just dragging this out for the sake of it. "Well," he says slowly, "Why not, eh? Rutt?" Rutt tilts his head slightly, then nods. "Sure, eh, no problem."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Mar 23, 2005 21:51:01 GMT -5
Qoheleth smiles in gratitude. "Thank you, my frineds. Now, then, let us find Dulcis. So you have any idea where she is?"
The old stag directed these words at Raonoke; the moose averts his gaze and looks at his offspring. "Rutt? Tuke?"
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