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 Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 3:56 pm
Roleplayers: Lita Maxwell, CoyoteSparrow Area: Meadow Lake Participants: Chanda SarlaModified by Thy Reaper. You almost had it, Lita. :'3Log: Sarla: *Sits in a circle of blue feathers, stretching and shaking her wings out with an occasional n**.* Useless things. Chanda: *picking berries off of a bush, eating them as she does, looking incredibly distracted. On a whim she decides to head for a stream, but as distracted as she is, she gets within feet of Sarla before really realizing she's there* Oh, Sarla. It's been a while. Sarla: *Startled out of her grumpy focus she stares at Chanda for a moment before the herla's face clicks.* Ah, you. Yes, hello. *Carefully folding her wings back she stands and gives a polite nod to the hind.* It has been some time. Off fighting foes and saving lives? *For a change there is no contempt or annoying in her voice.* Chana: Dear Guardians, I wish. *the hind thinks a moment* Though I did get the privilege of beating the hell out of a certain hart. *And came back pregnant. And raised a fawn.* What of you? Still living the dream I hope? Sarla: Consider yourself lucky for that fight. I have yet to meet a worthy foe since him and yourself. *She sneers at the question.* Yes. So dreamy. Plenty of things to eat, herla to piss me off, and not enough souls to fight. So peaceful- Guardians kill me! *She hisses and stretches out her left wing, itching at it with her horn. After a moment she settles down and fixes Chanda with a knowing look.* Molting... I would gladly leave but after knowing hunger this place is hard to walk away from.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 5:33 pm
Chanda nodded. This place was damned near a paradise compared to some of the world outside its borders. Chanda settled in the grasses, giving Sarla an appropriate distance. It would never do to crowd, especially not when one was molting. Her own wings would be coming to season soon, and she certainly did not look forward to the itching. Why couldn't there be battles to fight? Warriors to contend with? Everyone here seemed to be happy with fattening themselves and bickering in the most annoying manners they could figure. A new idea sparked, and the pale hind's eyes lit. "...Why don't we spar?" She thought back to her days in the dead city. "When I was a child, our batallion would host mock battles and wars. We would divide and wage war. There was no winner, only the battle." The hind gave a heavy sigh. Now she was a sister, an aunt, a mother. Where had the warrior gone? "...It would be a dream to have such a thing here."
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:28 pm
Settling herself back down and fanning her wings out she listened to the hind with rapt attention."Why don't we?" It was a strange question to ask. "I know, rather have seen, a few other herla who might enjoy the thought of battling for the simple pleasure of a fight. Surely there are others who crave it as we do, and those who wish to test themselves but have nothing to test against." She smirked, a horrible, wonderful idea coming to her. "And those who need a good reminder that just because one is boastful of their prowess and has 'strong parents' doesn't mean one is good in a fight."
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:53 pm
Chanda looked at her friend for a long moment, the surprise muted and mild on her face. It was a grand idea. Well, more than just grand. She rather liked it. "Sarla, that is quite the question isn't it.." The gears in her mind were turning, and even her guardian seemed delighted by the idea. A smirk pulled at her lips. "It would be a treasure to deflate an ego or two. Mind that my own is likely due to be put back into shape.." She hardly even knew if she would be able to hold her own the way she had. Her body had been put through many things in the past years, none of them the hardy battle practice she craved. Still. Her smile spread, "Well. Why don't we start gathering others? We could have quite the crowd. I'm sure we can't be the only ones who want a good battle..."
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