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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 1:48 pm
This thread is open to any one. Avian, Serpiente, and even civil Falcons and White Cobras. Wyverns of any kind are also welcome. Oh and not to mention wolves.
This takes place in the time after the war and after Oliza's birth. Play nicely, use your manners and have a bit of fun while your at it. This takes place in and around Wyvern's court.
Yours,
~Sia l'Amore~
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 3:46 pm
Sia walks around wyverns court, her soul sighing as the magic of the market consumes her. She wanders aimlessly, finding no one who seems interested in talking to her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 4:05 pm
Kiva was jostled into someone, a snarl dying in his throat as he came face to face with an arrogant falcon, correction, half-falcon girl. He stood, stunned by how a half falcon even existed. Her silver hair and blood red eyes caught his own feral yellow eyes, which was strange among the Avian race.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:40 pm
A small gasp escaped her lips but she composed herself in seconds, nodding. Sia clears her throat, "I didn't mean to startle you, forgive me."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 5:33 am
Kiva stared at her blankly, frowning slightly. "Am I so startling strange that it elicits a gasp from a falcon?" he asked, leaving out the fact that she was only half to refrain from being rude.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 8:20 am
She looks annoyed, "No, your features aren't that shocking, it's your memories." She offers a pale hand to the crow, "I'm Sia l'Amore."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 2:19 pm
"My memories?" Kiva asked, but he couldn't keep his voice as blank as his eyes were. "Kiva Etlam," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 3:10 pm
Sia nods then shudders, feeling Kiva's thoughts pulse her own head. She pulls her hand away suddenly, then gives an apologetic half smile. "Forgive me... but yes that is correct. Your memories stand out to me more than others. I doubt you've forgotten my Falcon side that quickly."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:01 pm
So you can hear my thoughts? Kiva looked at her face, searching for some indication that she could. "I have not."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:17 pm
Sia looks down then looks Kiva in the eyes, "I will let you believe whatever you wish, but yes it is my curse. For once I just want to close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the world and not have to hear every one else's lives. Is that too much to ask?" She looks down again, having said too much. Kiva made her want to open up to him but she forced herself to keep her gaurd up.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:23 pm
"Perhaps the woods will be a reprieve from your so-called curse?" Kiva suggested, looking at Sia curiously. Or do the animals that dwell there contain thoughts of treachery and betrayal as well?
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:29 pm
"I don't care if they are 'treacherous' thoughts, I just don't want to hear thoughts at all. And as for your thoughts, I will not meddle in business that is not mine." Sia replies, suddenly feeling light headed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:32 pm
"But can you hear an animal's thoughts?" Kiva asked, taking note that she seemed unwell at the moment.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:38 pm
Sia lowers her head for a minutes then before continuing, asks, "do you mind if we go sit on the hill over there?" To answer his question she says, "Well yes, if it lives, breathes and thinks"
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:41 pm
Kiva nodded and followed her to the hill in question. He methodically shut down his thought processing, until the only thought in his head was his answers to her questions.
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