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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 6:34 am
Residents: Sunday, Fairy Dragon. Augusta, Kweet. All other FD and Kweet may RP in this thread, just keep the setting in mind. You may begin RPs even when I'm not about, I'll come back to interact eventually. You're also free to post ((OOC)) at any time. 
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 3:29 am
About Sunday
Date of Birth: 12/3/03
Height: 3'6"
Weight: 40lbs
Colour: Gold
Mate: Her constant is Ivorn, a white male. Sunday doesn't keep to her partner, just as Ivorn will take other casual mates to produce offspring whom they don't really keep track of.
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Known Offspring: Julian
Likes: Red meat and seafood. Thoughtful conversation. Hunting. Furs.
Dislikes: Sunday is exceedingly judgemental of when a dragon cannot look beyond himself when he makes decisions. Despite her appearing to have an astounding lack of empathy, the opposite is frequently true.
Personality: Significantly larger than the other dragons and possessing a very audible voice, Sunday has a tendency to take the lead whenever she appears in a group and something needs to be done, whether by reasonable persuasion or sheer intimidation, even though the latter method is usually reserved exclusively for the draclings, with whom she is simply incapable of communicating with.
Despite her obvious devotion to the survival of her group, Sunday tends to come off as standoffish and arrogant, and is hardly the kindest or most considerate of fairy dragons. No often one for idle chit-chat, either, she might be one of the most difficult dragons to approach for purely social interaction.
(more soon)
Background: Sunday is one of the oldest dragons, and also the only one who retains memories and much knowledge from before they ever found their current home. (more to come)
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 12:58 am
Sunday's List
What is written here is not common knowledge, nor is it available for perusal in any form. Read this for interest's sake, not for leverage in roleplay. What Sunday thinks of one dragon may not be what she expresses.
Because many of the other players are creating "little black books" of this sort, inspired by karma_k, mind reading powers need to be completely out of bounds.
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- Ivorn -
You've always believed that your curse was to die young, Ivorn. I did not hear you mention it when we last parted, however. No surprise that your experiences have changed you.
- Parsley -
My timid friend, I never doubted your courage.
- Kismet -
I almost regret planting the painful seed of curiousity when I last spoke with him. The others look up to this fellow so much, and his help is everywhere within our larger family. Yet Kismet and his current mate Ri, above all others, seem to treasure this new life. It is likely the least dangerous for him to wonder, and the news will come as less of a shock. They will all know soon enough.
- Strawberry -
Banzai once mentioned that she was "the perfect wife and mother," and that that didn't sit with him well after awhile. Ri was intelligent enough to know Banzai better, at least that was what many of us had hoped.
She seems happy here, and like her mate is to the larger family is a steadfast constant for her own, a provider in more ways than one. I could not begin to empathize with her love of surrounding herself with offspring, however, and we do not cross paths often for that reason.
- Reet -
He has been an asset to the family as much as he was an occassional terror among the others, and possibly the only reason his son Pir is still alive.
The madness has stolen more from him than it has the others, and though I had not thought to fear a recurrence of a more threatening beast than the friendly monster a number of us have grown attached to, the worst has come to pass, for Reet and for all of us. I do not wish to kill him, but to contain him like an animal may do the family more harm than good.
- Taranis -
His incessant digging seems to have brought about an alternative entrance to the main lair. I've also never seen a soul with a more earnest yearning to be useful. Perhaps that is why I find myself silently wishing him well each time I see him at work.
I also don't think the bugger can fly, and there will be little opportunity for learning once the winter comes.
- Roan -
Like a ghost from my past, I'm nearly certain this unsociable little mystic might have been an egg of mine. If only it weren't so dreadfully obvious.
- Flame -
Irrepressible self-absorption and steadfast principles seem to find a kind of balance in Flame. He seems younger than he is, and, perhaps, more selfish than he really is.
- Xanth -
She seems as independant as she is very attentive to her friends and to Flame. The little lost dracling has never really had parents, and aside from her strong emotional attachments seems none the worse for it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 8:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 5:47 am
The dull flap of the leather curtain drew Sunday's attention from the tattered magazine she was reading. Augusta had entered, dragging what appeared to be a panda plush toy from the entrance to her basket in the corner.
"Where'd you get that from? Is it clean?"
Augusta gave the larger creature a dismissive snort as she tossed the plushie into her wicker bed. Sunday knew how meticulous she was while preening, and that the fairy dragon would even suggest that she would bring home something infested with ticks or fleas was nothing short of insulting.
The fairy dragon in question had already forgotten about whatever rubbish her pet might have dragged in, admiring with great interest a photograph of well-kept gooseberry bushes in a back-dated issue of Lair and Garden she had found lying around outside.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 5:58 am
Sunday had left for an hour and returned to begin what appeared to be very extensive renovation in the outermost room. Dust eventually began to drift under the flap covering the door, and Augusta was finally moved to drag herself over to take a peek.
What the Kweet saw just before Sunday swept both the leather flap and her pet aside were the beginnings of a room, with a pile of brick-sized rocks in the middle.
Augusta finally untangled herself from the dusty curtain, and set about looking for something to clean the floor as Sunday entered the bathing room.
((edit: The lair is now empty, and Sunday and Augusta are elsewhere))
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:01 am
No updates, but it was falling off the page. oO
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 8:41 pm
((Coming from infirmary))
((Okay, I've already spoken to Shao about this, so here we go... Sorry about the novel. ^^;;; ))
"Hello? Sunday? Anyone home?" Kismet called lightly. After a few moments with no response, he entered the lair, holding the axe awkwardly.
Looked like no one was home. He suspected many of the dragons were still outside, since the overall Lair was so quiet. Possibly out looking for Reet. A part of him felt a bit ineffectual being there while the stronger dragons were out doing that dangerous job. But his duties were different, and that was really all there was to it.
Kismet glanced about the front room. It was surprisingly bare, just a few plants and some sort of trophy on the wall. No good place to hide an axe. He didn't like prying any further, but he went through the curtain into the next room.
It was Sunday's bedroom. He blushed a little, feeling like he really shouldn't be there. So he turned towards another room, which turned out to be her washroom. No good hiding places that he could see there, either.
"Mrrf." He went back into the bedroom. Surely there was someplace he could put an axe. His eyes went to the top of the bookcase, his tail snapping wildly, back and forth behind him. He walked closer to get a better look. It wasn't great, but maybe Reet wouldn't think to fly up there.
SNAP, BAM!
Kismet jumped at the sudden noise, and turned to find it. His tail had knocked a book off of a chest, which had apparently sent it flying against the wall before falling to the floor. Whoops.
Setting the axe against the bookcase, he bent down to pick up the book. As he did so, he heard the sound of metal falling on stone. Blinking curiously, he glanced down once more. Now there was an old, rusty key on the ground. Did that fall out of the book?
With his other hand, he picked up the key. What was a key doing inside a book? As he turned to put the book back on the chest where it belonged, he realized that the key likely belonged to the same chest. There was nothing else in the lair that required a key, that he could see.
A chest would be the perfect place to hide the axe from Reet. Things such as keys usually didn't interesting Reet. He'd try to chew it open, and as sturdy as it was, it would take him ages. Kismet nodded with a pleased smile. Just perfect.
Kismet dropped the book on Sunday's bed and knelt next to the chest. In a moment, this would be done with. The key slipped into the lock and with a click and a pop, the chest all but exploded.
The blue squealed with shock and fell back on his rump. A virtual flood of scrolls and books came spilling out of the chest.
"Such a frightened dracling," he muttered to himself as he sat on his haunches to pick up the mess. As he did, he glanced at the strange titles on the books. "Shamanic Mating Rituals," Kismet read aloud with a raised eyebrow. "My, my, Sunday..." He was wondering what "shamanic" was, when he noticed something glimmering among all the books and scrolls.
Pushing aside some of the scrolls, he found various vials of a brown substance, and several beautiful gemstones that seemed to softly glow with colors. They were scattered around the floor, and he saw that they must have fallen out of a pouch that was now hanging out of the chest.
Perhaps they were relics belonging to Sunday... He had never seen stones like them before. He reached out and picked up one of the smaller gems, wanting to get a better look.
Suddenly he felt light headed. And everything whited out.
"Kismet, you're going to work your tail off." A purple male with a long braid laughed, his eyes scolding. "Stay home, the eggs are going to hatch any day now. If you're not here when it happens, she'll..."
"I promise to be back before then, tell her that." Kismet pushed a finger to the purple's chest. "I've been monitoring those eggs myself. I'll even come home early to be sure."
"Seriously, there must be enough of them going, they could flood the entire valley if they wanted. They're not going to miss a little thing like you." The purple shook his head ruefully.
"Mrrrf..."
"Right, right. It'll be your hide, not mine. Oh, and I picked this up for you...it's from both of us, really. We all have one...this way we'll always be connected, no matter where we go." Smiling brightly, the purple held out a bracelet of twisted silver links, studded with tiny purple, blue, and red gemstones.
The image faded in and out...and Kismet and the purple male embraced...
...Kismet watched the other dragons flying towards the big mountain. Swooping low over the strange jungle below, he spotted a lake. ...Didn't deserve it... He all but ripped the bracelet from his wrist and flung it into the waters. Then flew away with vicious speed to catch up with the others....
Kismet snapped back into clarity with a gasp, sweating and shaking. "Wha...?" His heart was beating wildly and he was out of breath. Something was wrong... Why was his face wet?
In his hand where he wore the bracelet, he was still clutching the moonstone... Yes, that's what it was. He didn't know how he knew that... Suddenly he was dizzy and he almost whited out again.
Still gasping for breath, he staggered to his feet and swayed out of the lair, knocking into things as he went. The axe clattered to the stone floor, forgotten.
((Going to Lair and Hatchery))
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:26 pm
((I'm hoping Kismet took a moonstone or a vial, because if he's going to perform any healing magic he'll need one.
You can have it rain if you need to, as well. The weather is getting worse XD))
Augusta shrieked as Kismet ran out on her way in. The little kweet glared at the blue dragon for awhile, and then stuck her head in to check on the lair.
There were more sounds of squeaky complaint as Augusta set about compulsively putting the room back in order.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:28 pm
((He hasn't taken it yet, but he will. ^-^ Hee hee, poor Augusta! XD ))
((edit: Hasn't taken, as in swallowed it. He's carried out one of the stones, tho. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:42 pm
Moonza ((edit: Hasn't taken, as in swallowed it. He's carried out one of the stones, tho. 3nodding )) ((That was what I had meant. At least he needed to have one with him. ^^))
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