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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:16 pm
§ River of Blood § The land was mostly dry and cracked in the small town of Graavas. The only water coming from a slow river almost half a day ride to the west. The town was known for whores, alcohol, and blood... River of blood. It is said there is more blood under Graavas than water. But Graavas had other things to be thankful for, such as being such a fast growing town, since it was one of the farthest out on the borders near the land of no mans return, except beast men and other such vile things.
But then again Graavas was overrun by vile things. For the past five years a small war has been going on between the Wyor Gang and the Salt Dog mercenary company stationed nearby. Always coming into the town and destroying property and raping the women.
Now the richer men in town were ready for law and had set out to find a man for the job. But they would need a stronger force, men who could strike fear in the hearts of animals. So they search for these men, sending out wanted signs with their messengers, hoping that such a man or men could read.
How they were weary of the torment and wasted money.
As time goes on no one answers their calls, until one day a figure appears coming from the north and moving closer with each candlemark. As the time past a crowd began to gather as they watched the figure and prayed for their savior.
Lord Yalkor Stayed standing with his servants as he watched,”Dear lord is that a man,” he scanned his attendants and then pointed,”You go and fetch one of my horses and send it out, find out who that man is, and everyone else clear out and get back to your homes and stores.”
The lord glanced back once more, the sun was falling and the winds were blowing dust over the dry sun cracked earth, and even through the blistering heat the lord could only smile.
It had been a long trek so far but nothing for such a man as this one. The sun slightly warm yet he wore a tight sleeveless shirt and a black leather strap to go over the red shirt. His pants were dark gray, tattered mostly just like the dark boots which crunched and clicked against the ground on every footfall. His strange scarlet eyes saw the man riding toward him before he even left the town walls, which were nothing more than staked out logs which were rare in these parts.
A dark gloved hand moved to push dark ebon hair from his eyes as he kept a strict vigil on the rider. The man stopped and set his pack down, drawing out a water satchel and began to drink.
The servant slowed quickly as he came up to the man,”Hello sire, are you here for the job as law enforcer?”
The young looking warrior glanced around and smiled slightly. “Well I don't see anyone else here to take up your offer, do you?”
“Well no Lord Warrior, I am sorry, I should have thought better before I spoke...” The young man paused and looked to the others ears,”Excuse me, but are you some type of other creature?”
“Why yes I am, is there a problem with that?”
The servant dismounted shaking his head,”No no, forgive me and please mount and head for the city, I will follow after. I did not know you had such a large pack.”
The warrior glanced down at the large bag he carried with him and smiled slightly,”Never know when you will need a clean blade.” His gloved hands reached up and touched the long dagger under either arm.
“Well are we heading out then?” The man dragged out a rope and tied it to the saddle of the horse then to his bag,”It will hold out, hop on the horse.”
After less than half a candlemark they made it to the town, and so far all was well. The young warrior left the servant and moved to the Inn, the proclaimed Smokin' Wench Inn.
Entering slowly he moved to the bar and sat at the far left end of it. Talking briefly with the Barkeep for a drink and food. Then he settled down, setting one booted foot into the bands of his bag. Then set to waiting for the so called Lord Yalkor and his associates.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:19 pm
§ Rules §
1. First off, this is a Semi-Literate RP, meaning none of the following.
a)No one liners! A one liner will result in a warning, three warnings and you're out of here.
b)No Power Playing! If you need to ask what this is, then don't bother. Again, if caught you will be warned.(God-moding is the same thing.)
c)Some sense of grammatical corrections, and NO "l337 sp34k"! Please and thanks!
2. In this RP, I am the King! When I ask you of something, I don't want to be spoken back to like you're some kind of King. I want my word to be followed. Don't worry, I won't ask much of anyone.
3. I have stolen none of my work, if you think I have then send me a message and show me where I might have stolen it.
4. All Profiles must be sent to me in a message, and then approved by me unless I already know you and your character. If I already know you and your character, say so and send at least a shortened version of your profile to me.
5. This is a Medieval Fantasy rp, any type of medieval weapon is allowed.
6. ALL RACES ARE ALLOWED. I don't mind what type of race you are, you can be your own race, whatever. No robots and/or guns or the such please.
7. The Salt Dogs and Wyor Gang leaders are mine to control unless someone else applies for the job. Just ask if you wish to have it.
((Borrowed these from my friend Joey Insanity, so sorry Joey before hand.))
8.This is not a rule, but more of just something to say. HAVE FUN!
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:25 pm
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:31 pm
§ First Post §
The young warrior unsaddled and brushed the horses down. It only took half a candle mark but it was tiring in the dry heat. He finished and patted each horse on the neck, “Rest my overworked friends..."
The young man stepped out of the stables and stretched. It was a nice town to be in such a dismal place. The homes and buildings seemed to be made of thick worn wood, and some on the outskirts out of clay and mud. He turned his head and looked to the livestock area, low mooing and clamber of heavy hoofs on the packed solid earth. It was a nice that it was down wind, but even so you could catch the smell of the large piles of manure.
Anaiko began to walk on deeper into Graavas. It was nice and quaint. He walked down to gaze in at the blacksmith who was sweating and pounding down rhythmically on a piece of metal on his large anvil. He passed by nonchalantly and looked over at the general store and then something that could only be a loan building.
He stopped slowly and walked up to one particular building. It was a dark building in the small nice town. He put a hand to the wall and felt chill bumps spread over his skin as he thought about terrors that were in this brick from the land it came from... it was the holding area, or dungeon, in a sense it was the jailhouse. The young man stepped back from the dark stoned and barred building.
He walked down the main street to the inn, the Smokin' Wench. It was an interesting design for a city layout; it was a huge Y with the inn being in the middle of the split for the top of the Y. He pushed the door open and stepped in; the scene was already alight with Kamol Adhi talking to the townsmen.
The old man's face lit at the site of his young companion.
"Ah, here he is gentlemen my friend and companion, we will be the ones protecting you." He winked over to Anaiko.
The young man looked at the five old men arranged around the table, well six counting Kamol.
"Is everything okay here, Master?"
The old man nodded his always smiling face, “Yes, yes, yes. As soon as these men sign the proper papers signing my laws into play we shall be in busin-"
Kamol watched as a young man rushed into the inn, “We need help now over at Gok's place, they are trying to rob it again."
The gentlemen scowled and looked at the papers one finally grabbing them, “Give me those and curse you all if you do not sign." He scribbled his name and soon after the other four followed.
The first signer stood, “My name is Yalkor, and now it is your turn to come through, now hurry and save our town."
Kamol stood slowly with a large grin on his face, “We shall do just that."
The nobleman stood up after, “We need to talk after this Sir Adhi..."
Kamol and Anaiko began down the street. Anaiko held his hands out and open, stretching them by clenching them open and closed and looking ahead at the general store.
Kamol held a heavy axe against his right shoulder; it was so big it looked to be almost too big for him. The man rolled his thick shoulders and spun the double headed axe on his shoulder.
"Gok! Give us the damn coins and we will leave, now!" That man's voice seemed to break as he gripped his arm around the small man's throat tighter. Two more were holding the rest of his family hostage in the corner, making obscene gestures.
One with a long scrawny face smiled and pulled himself free of his britches and waved it in front of the mother and young daughter ,"Com'on ladies getcha some."
His friend joined in laughing and kept patting his club against his other hand waiting for one of the two boys to try something to help their mother and sister.
Heavy boots thumped up the small staircase and Kamol pushed the door open.
He coughed, hand against his mouth like clearing his throat politely, “Gentleman, please get together and let's go, to the guardhouse."
All three men paused and turned to look at Kamol entering with his huge axe in the small building.
The one holding Gok laughed, “Go screw off old man, we will do what we want. We are part of the Wyor gang."
Kamol cracked his neck and took a few more steps in to let Anaiko pass by.
The young man walked up to the two gentle men corning the women and boys.
The old man tried one last time, “Please leave now or we will be forced to remove you." Voice level and eyes narrowed.
The club man scoffed and jumped for Anaiko.
The young dark eyed man gave a soft boyish smiled and flipped the man over himself, dagger sliding into his chest and him falling hard onto the wooden floor coughing blood.
The man holding Gok screamed and charged Kamol but was dead before he made it any farther, axe imbedded in his head, a spray of blood and then the cracking of bone as the blade was removed.
Strange whizzing sounds filled the room and then six solid thumps into the last man who stood in astonishment. Two small knives protruded from the back of both the man's kneecaps. Then two in the throat to end his life. The man hit his knees and fell backwards slowly while choking up blood.
The fighting was over in seconds, or what could have been a fight.
After a candle mark the bodies were cleaned up as well as Gok's store, a few thank yous were exchanged and then the two new law men were sitting in the guardhouse with three dead bodies ready for tomorrow to be buried in the back. The two men sat in silence as they ate food from the Smokin' Wench.
"You know we are going to need more help... right?" Anaiko looked up from his meal and drink and waited for Kamol to answer him.
The old man pushed his empty plate and took a sip of his thick dark ale. He started slowly, “Well that means we will have to recruit, we know Wyor will be here tomorrow, at least that is what Yalkor said," he paused and sighed, “What do you think that Yalkor is all about Anaiko?"
"I think he is a ex-military man, look at his mannerisms and his attitude... and Gok's place he was the only one who didn't puke his lunch up."
((The plot is mainly like a western style deal, but with swords and no guns. The people are moving out west and this is just a outpost town, only supposed to last for a few months until soldiers arrived to turn it into a city fort. But things have gone awry and the war has picked back up between the empire(Lakshia, the Lion and Shield) and the republic(Hars, the Wolf and Broken Chains). The small town is part of the republic, but they gain problems when renegade soldiers break away from the empire and begin to be called the Wyor gang. They cover up their operation with a cattle farm and live outside of town, they are violent and willing to die, and kill any who try to stop them. But the Hars, the republic, has finally sent out looking for a group of warriors to help the people make it furth west on the no mans land. Now Anaiko Dozerii and Kamol Adhi wait for reinforcements or death. But they have a plan if nothing happens... but it might mean death for them and the people...))
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 9:07 am
A figure was crucified on the roads outside Graavas. His body was perfect, like a statue of diamond. Countless symbols and writings tattooed over his naked brown flesh. His hair was long, and fell down to his mid stomach, it was black and full of countless braids. His head hung as if lifeless. A scimitar was pressed through his chest, right next to his heart. Blood trickled steadily from his wrists and chest. His body was completely sunburnt.
He wore no clothing, exposing everything, including a missing manhood. Where his member should have been was only a soft lump of flesh. It was smooth, as if it had happened many years ago. Down his legs was urine, for he just couldn't hold it after hanging for days.
Down before him was an elaborately dressed man. Who would begin shouting anytime anyone so happened to make their way past. Crying out all the horrible things this evil criminal had done. Why he deserves such a purifying death. He was a devil in the flesh, living even though the blade pierced his heart.
"This man, is the essence of evil!" cried the well dressed man. "He raped a wealthy noble and then tortured her. While he fled the scene he murdered children! We followed a trail of corpses until we found him. And he almost killed us to a man, but we brought the beast to justice. YET HE STILL LIVES! For days has he hung, with a sword in his chest. Yet he refuses to die! It is obviously because he worships some dark god! Just look at the markings on his body. He is a devil worshiper! Do not pity this vile man!"
Waves of memories passed over him with no order, only chaos.
Part 1: Payment.
Kallista stood before the giant mirror that sat in her room. She was dressed in her nightclothes, combing her long raven hair. She saw her lips curl into a smile. Her face was of angelic perfection. There was no greater beauty than her in the known world, or at least that is how she felt.
Everything had gone so perfectly, and her life had never been better. The past month had been beyond good. One thing after another just kept getting better and better. Then a laugh found it's way to her lips, a sound that used to be so rare. She closed her eyes and took it all in. 'This is happiness?' she thought, 'it had been far to long!' She opened her eyes and jumped a little. For now there was a man in the room. She hadn't heard him enter. But the smile that had wiped off her face suddenly returned when she realized who it was.
"Oh, Ahrim!" She cried in delight. "I was wondering when you would come so i could thank you for all you have done for me! How did you get past the guards?"
She felt her nightclothes shift, and reveal some of her cleavage. She didn't mind though. Not for him. He was gorgeous. He had done so much. She realized he was the reason for her happiness.
He removed the cloth wrapped around his head, revealing his beautiful face. The only flaw being the burn mark where one eyebrow should have been. He was smiling, a cute little smirk, one that sad he was happy but didn't want to betray his manliness with too big of a smile.
"Your guards, while good, are little match for me. They don't think there is any threat, so they are not guarding very well."
She giggled and ran to him, embracing him tightly. Pressing herself against him. Against his hard body, his perfect body.
"Ahrim! I have missed you so, my mystery man. I wish I could share all the profits I have gained through your actions. But you know that it cannot be done. I wish there was something I could do."
Ahrim then embraced her back, crushing her against him. She caught his scent, his sweet scent. It was intoxicating. She felt as if she were in heaven. Ahrim was her angel. She was his. A forbidden romance that could never be. Not that she had even ever kissed him, but it was a lovely fantasy nevertheless.
"THat is what i am here for actually Kallista." Said Ahrim. "As I had said when you made your wish, you would have to pay for it. As i had gained you one temptation of the flesh, you must pay with another."
Kallista's heart leapt into her throat.
"Oh my! But of course, I am willing to give you anything!"
She pulled his head down and locked her lips with his. Tender lips upon tender lips. The sensation sent electric shock-waves through every inch of her body. She began kissing more forcefully, and his hands began to caress her body.
Heat began to grow in her, a hunger for him. Undeniable lust. Her hands were exploring his perfect body, and found their way to hi lower somach and crept downwards, moaning excitedly as he did the same.
Her hand reached his crotch, and something was wrong.
She felt as if the wind was knocked out of her with the sudden realization of what she had in her hand and all she could muster was a quiet. "oh my god..."
The guard on duty outside of Kallista's room was bored mindless. Nothing ever happened, and the pay was only moderate. All he did was stand all day. It could have been worse he assumed, but it certainly was no fun. He wanted a little excitement. It so happened that he was about to get his wish.
A horrific shriek erupted from Kallista's room. The guard tore his sword free of it's sheath and charged into the room shouting "What is it my Lady?!" then stopped and began screaming a high pitched squeal.
Kallista was naked on the floor. Blood pouring from her crotch, as her most stimulating part had been torn from the flesh, and a hot coal from the fireplace had been shoved inside her. She was still screaming as her flesh boiled and melted. The guard's ability to act was shot. Then there was a flash and suddenly he was looking at his own headless body, the last thing he heard was Kallista's shrieks.
Ahrim bolted into the courtyard of Kallista's palace. Five men were waiting for him, steel bared. Ahrim laughed and charged towards the first, who swung a sword at Ahrim's veiled face. Ahrim ducked under the blow gracefully and spun in a circle, with his scimitar carving a nice chunk of flesh from the man's stomach. Before any organs spilled from the wound, Ahrim was onto the next parrying a blow, then stabbing a man in the face, while kicking another in the stomach, then he just left the battle and charged towards the exit, leaving the men in a state of confusion. He refused to be caught that night. He refused to die.
Part two. Granted.
Lord Eal Cherrik sat in his favorite lounging chair and stared at the man before him. He was clad in all black, with cloth wrapped around his face. A man who looked like he was missing something, and Eal knew it was because he didn't have his scimitar. Eal wouldn't let him near with a scimitar.
"Your Name is Ahrim, am I correct?" asked Eal with a smile that looked tiny on his fat face.
Ahrim nodded curtly. "Yes sir."
"You do know that I have been rather paranoid lately about company do you not?"
Ahrim simply nodded again. "Yes sir."
"Do you know why i have been Paranoid Ahrim?" asked Eal.
"I'm assuming it was because your competition was getting dangerous."
Eal laughed and clapped his chubby hands together. "YES! and do you know why I am less paranoid now? Enough to let you into this room?"
"Because I killed your competition." Ahrim responded.
"Exactly! You ended so much of my stress i could almost kiss you! You posed as one of their men, so you could get close, then you killed them. It was ingenious! Might I ask what compelled you do do this wonderful thing?"
Ahrim knelt then, showing utter fealty. "Because, I heard that Sir Cherrick was a good man to befriend here in Hyrisa. What better way to do so, than make his life easier?"
Eal was so very moved by this simple gesture, he rose to his feet and waddled over to where Ahrim knelt, and held out his hand for Ahrim to kiss his ring.
"And such a good way it is!"
In an instant Eal's soul left his body. Ahrim's hand shot up and struck the fat man's temple, and crushed it's way into his brain. Eal crumpled to the floor and knew no more.
Part 3. Captured
Ahrim walked towards Graavas. It was a dirty hot little place, that was about to erupt into violence, making it the perfect place for people to loose track of him. He planned on finding himself a new fight to work for. He had been granting many wishes lately, and nobody was happy with what they got. It was time to lay low. That didn't sound to bad.
Then the shouting began. Men swarmed towards him from all sides. They had buried themselves beneath the sand to hide. There were too many, that he knew. But that didn't mean he couldn't take as many as he could with him. They were all wielding assorted weapons. He cut open the first man's throat. and spun to parry an axe, only to feel a a sword cut across his back. He might be a great swordsman, but everyone looses to massive numbers. The weight of them barred down on him. and eventually he crumbled under the force. Then a boot kicked him in the head, and he lost consciousness.
When Ahrim awoke, he was hearing a conversation about what they intended for him. He was blindfolded, so he just heard the orders given out to the men.
"Get the physician, Tell him to find a way to stick this man's sword through him without killing him. We're going to crucify him, and make him suffer. Get some of that paralysis root so he can't just kill himself. Then go out in crucify him. Then pay the crier to speak of this man's evil deeds. What he did to lady Kallista is unacceptable!"
A fist connected with him and he blacked out again.
The next time he awoke, someone was carving into his chest, moving organs slightly out of the way so they could pass the sword through him. It took hours of him screaming as they did this unsedated surgery. Then they crucified him.
Part 4. Wish.
"You will be okay, I found you in the street, and took you in. I couldn't stand to see you die."
Ahrim opened his eyes to a beautiful woman. Unearthly beautiful. She was smiling. Her almond eyes studying him playfully.
"My name is Kallista Cherrik. Your rescuer. That being said, it would only be polite for you to tell me your name, and what you were doing in the middle of the street. Unconscious."
Ahrim tried to sit up, but his body was much too sore. He collapsed back onto the bed and smiled. He supposed that she was right.
"Yes, I guess introductions are in order. I am Ahrim Enki Pazuzzu. I was in the street because the warring buisness factions here don't really like wanderers with strange foreign ideas."
Kallista nodded understanding.
"You should know then,"she said, "that my father, Eal Cherrik is the head of one of those factions."
Ahrim laughed. It was just his luck to end up in the custody of the daughter of the man whose thugs kicked the hell out of him when he was drunk.
"Well then," said Ahrim. "I guess that means your father wouldn't be very happy to know that I am in his house."
Kallista giggled. "Your not in his house. Since the others began fighting, he has become a recluse. This was years ago. Not even i am allowed to go see him. Only his most trusted bodyguards. He does all buisness through couriers. He is extremely paranoid. SO worried the others will get an assassin to him. It is kind of irrational."
"That's gotta be kinda hard, not seeing your father. Why aren't you under protection? isn't he worried about his daughter?"
Kallista shook her head, her raven hair swaying. "No, he doesn't think a female is worth his money. Even though I am his heir. Sometimes i just wish he would get killed, so i could have his fortune." She laughed at the thought.
Then Ahrim's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
"Is that truly what you wish? I have the blood of Jinn running through my veins. I grant the wishes of those who are kind to me. If you truly want this, then I will get it for you. But warn you that you will have to pay for it. To balance out fate."
Kallista studied his face for a moment. As if not sure if he was serious.
"Could you do it?" She asked.
"Yes" He replied.
A sinister grin spread across her face. "Then yes. I wish you would kill my father."
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Ahrim was paralyzed on a cross. He felt quite alive, and infinite amounts of pain. He could not move, due to some drug they were giving him. But he was aware. He knew he would continue living for days. More and more torment while listening to some jackass drone on about how horrible of a man he was.
Ahrim, was pissed.
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:51 am
Hot breath escaped her mouth with every step she climbed, her path twisting infinitely ahead of her. Her bare feet slapping against the the stone underneath, though her skin knew no cold. Her hair in shambles around her simple cotton sleeping garment. The only light was a burning torch in her right hand; it cast odd shadows that danced along side of her as she traversed ever higher. Her lady servant had woken her before the sun had even stretched it's first rays, and whispered in a hush voice to hurry to her father's bedside; for some time now her father had been on his deathbed. After what seemed like an eternity she made it to the top of the tower. She slid the light into place against the wall and rushed to the center of her father's chambers.
Alana collapsed to her knees and gripped her father's wrinkled hand, all in the same motion. Hazel eyes darted over King Lumen's face; she could see the weakness etched into his soft features, the color drained from his once bright skin. Lumen wheezed, his daughter's name barely audible on his lips. It took all of his effort to face his daughter. At his movement Alana gripped his hand tighter This can't be happening...
"Alana..." Lumen lifted his free hand, pointing towards a dark wooden wardrobe, his fingers shook with the effort. She stood and took his other hand. "Don't try to do anything father, just rest..." Her words did not come out as strong as she had hoped. The King tried once more to point towards the wardrobe; she could feel the pressure in his earnest movement against her hand. Her face was unsure and she looked to her most loyal servant, though he was more family than anything.
Catching her gaze, Johnathan stepped towards her. "He wants to give you something." There was an urgency to his voice but it was masked with sympathy.
"What?" Her brain just couldn't process anything else but the image of her father.
Johnathan sighed and moved to the back of the room, his black clothing trailing behind him, he wrapped his hands around each knob of the wardrobe and pulled them open with synchronism. A puff of air pushed back his hair. He reached his hands in and pulled out a golden chalice; each of his movements were filled with grace and poise.
All the while Alana watched in confusion. "Johnathan now is not the time-" Her words were lost as Johnathan extended his arms. "Alana this is your father's final gift to you." She turned to her father and he nodded softly in agreement, she knew she had to be strong, for her father.
She took the chalice with both hands, it was heavier then it looked. Bringing it to her chest she peered inside. The liquid inside was dark and colorless, like the deep bottom of the ocean. Brining the gold rim to her lips she hesitated; her eyes touching her fathers. Lumen gave her a small smile, once again encouraging her to continue.
Alana gulped it down quickly, it tasted sweet like honey. Her lids closed in enjoyment of the warm elixir. Within a moment her eyes shot open and she dropped the chalice, it hit the floor with a loud clang. Her hands flew to her throat and she coughed uncontrollably.
She sat bold upright with a cold sweat dripping down her back; her dreams were always of her past. Alana coughed and rubbed her neck methodically; even though it happened so long ago, it always felt so fresh and real. Swallowing away the memory she hoisted herself up using her knees as leverage and turned to face the morning sun.
With a piece of parchment in her hand she made her way towards Graavas in hopes that her skills in combat would be of good use.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:34 pm
(( sorry it's taken me a while to post sweatdrop ))
Arya finished wrapping up the broken leg of a dog that had been beaten, the owners of the dog decided he was worthless and didn't want him anymore, so they left him to die. If the poor thing was to live she would have to watch him closely. She looked around and sighed; how anyone could treat a life like this, no matter what kind of life; she had no idea. She picked the dog up carefully, the behavior of people didn't suprise her anymore.
She brought the injured dog to the alley she made her home, Maggie instantly jumped up and greeted her with a wag of her tail. Arya laid the dog in a corner where the elements couldn't get to him. "Well," she said to her two dogs, "Looks like this guy's staying with us for a while." She stroked the dog's head carefully avoiding all the bandages she put on. "What should we call him?" She asked, turning to Maggie standing beside her. She looked into his deep brown eyes staring at her, from the looks of it he was a Greman Shepard. Toby walked over to them and sniffed the new dog. "Oh crap," she thought, "Both of these dogs are male" but to her relief Toby just laid down next to them. Arya smiled, "You can tell he's injured, can't you boy?" She said stroking Toby now. She looked at the injured dog, " You look like a jack to me," she laughed " I'll call you jack for now" Just as she named the new dog, Kuro and Midori flew in, bellies full from their lastest hunt. "You two can just eat whatever you want, I'm jealous." She joked. Sitting there with all her pets she knew she would never love a person as much as her pets.
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