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 Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 8:54 pm
This thread is for RP occuring in the River Fork area. The River Fork is where the Orchestra River splits in two and descends into two deltas that reach into the ocean. The deltas are surrounded on all sides by tall, rocky cliffs. There is even a cliff separating the two deltas from each other.
The River Fork itself is located at the boundaries of the West Woods.
The deltas further on, are an excellent fishing spot, as the fish often become lost and confused in the mazelike waters. However, a fishing dragon must beware of the crumbly cliffs above. If they become too focused on their catch, they may not notice dangerous falling rocks until it is too late.
Have fun!
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2004 10:13 am
Roan walked along the river edge, following the progress of one particularly large fish with her eye. The earlier events were still rather fresh in her mind. She imagined that the blue, Reet, was dead by now. He'd suffered considerable blood loss the last time she'd seen him and couldn't imagine why Sunday had bothered carrying him back to the lair. Better to have finished him off then and put him out of his misery.
The fish moved closer to Roan - she wasn't a fan of fishing, but if she just reached out far enough... There. Got it. The fish struggled in her grasp a moment or two as she sunk her claws deep into its skin. One last twitch of its body and it fell limp in her hand. She was just about to cut into it, when she realized that her pouch was missing from her wrist. It must have slid off when she was catching the fish.
A quick analysis of the river and she caught sight of the pouch. The current was pushing it along the bottom, but not so quickly that she wouldn't be able to retrieve it. With a curse muttered under her breath, Roan dove into the water. She cringed as the water enveloped her - it was much colder than she had expected. Clearly winter was approaching.
The pouch was just out of her reach...
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 10:46 am
As Roan reached for the pouch it was snatched and pulled out of the water by a far smaller hand. The hand was attached to a white dragon who seemed very interested in the item, turning it around and inspecting it. On the way to the lair Martina had spotted a bit of red in the distance. She was sure that her father and great uncle could make it back to the lair without her, and so she had simply slowed her steps, waited for them to move on, and slipped off. She could apologize at a later date.
Without looking at Roan properly she started speaking. "I hope it's alright if this got wet," Martina finally turned to the red and a look of curiosity spread over her face as she still held onto the little bag. While she couldn't say she knew all the dragons, Roan looked entirely unfamiliar.
"Who are you?"
((If this is a problem for Taranis or Pir, either of them could have spotted her or something. whee ;;; ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 11:15 am
bluelobster As Roan reached for the pouch it was snatched and pulled out of the water by a far smaller hand. The hand was attached to a white dragon who seemed very interested in the item, turning it around and inspecting it. On the way to the lair Martina had spotted a bit of red in the distance. She was sure that her father and great uncle could make it back to the lair without her, and so she had simply slowed her steps, waited for them to move on, and slipped off. She could apologize at a later date.
Without looking at Roan properly she started speaking. "I hope it's alright if this got wet," Martina finally turned to the red and a look of curiosity spread over her face as she still held onto the little bag. While she couldn't say she knew all the dragons, Roan looked entirely unfamiliar.
"Who are you?"((If this is a problem for Taranis or Pir, either of them could have spotted her or something. whee ;;; )) ((Bah! For all you know, Reet is still running about trying to kill everybody, and Taranis was trying to keep you safe. Good for nothing, know it all dracling... whee It's fine. I had Taranis get distracted on his way out anyway, so you're Pir's problem now, once he realizes.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 11:33 am
((lol, aren't draclings much trouble))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 11:44 am
dropdadgbe ((Bah! For all you know, Reet is still running about trying to kill everybody, and Taranis was trying to keep you safe. Good for nothing, know it all dracling... whee It's fine. I had Taranis get distracted on his way out anyway, so you're Pir's problem now, once he realizes.)) ((Poor Pir. I think Martina is developing a tendency to run off when he isn't looking. whee I'm sure she'll apologize to them both afterwards (if it's convenient for her, of course).))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 11:47 am
((I think Pir probably followed Taranis back to the lair. He doesn't like being outside of the lair much. He probably won't realize Martina is gone until someone else does or she arrives back. xd After all, he's got to meet Sylvie. ninja whee ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:29 pm
Roan watched in faint horror as the pouch was snatched away, right before her eyes. This couldn't be happening, yet it was. Of course, it was at least safe from the water now. Now it was just a matter of getting it back from whoever had retrieved it. Hopefully they wouldn't put up much of a struggle - as much as the idea appealed to her, she really wasn't feeling up to another fight so soon.
Bursting through the water, Roan turned towards the shore, only to see that a small white female was the culprit in question. She crawled out of the river, absolutely soaked, with long hair promising not to dry any time soon. Shivering slightly, she attempted to make herself look intimidating by standing at her full height with arms crossed over her chest. The white was speaking to her, well, she assumed she was. She didn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular. Roan made a soft sound with her throat and the white finally turned to look at her.
Ignoring Martina's question, Roan looked pointedly at the pouch in the small white's hand and spoke rather gruffly, "Give it to me."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 5:11 pm
The small white took a step away from the red, though more out of a will to hold onto the pouch than intimidation. She seemed oblivious to their height difference. She was not about to give back the pouch to Roan, who was not only a stranger but a very unfriendly one. Unfriendly strangers could be, in theory, threats.
"I'll give it back when you answer. Who are you?" She repeated, holding the pouch close and opening it up just enough to peek in at it's contents. While snooping she tried to keep an eye on the very wet Roan. "Are you cold? At the very least you're soaking now." She added without waiting for a response to the frist question.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 6:31 pm
Roan frowned down at the white. Of course this couldn't work out easily. It seemed like everything had just become troublesome for her since coming back to the dragon's lair. Perhaps fate was trying to warn her away from them. So far nothing had gone right. Well. Correction. That shark had been quite tasty.
But as it was, there was no way she was leaving here without her shells. She didn't care what happened as long as she had her shells with her.
"The owner of that pouch. Give it to me." Roan snapped at the small white, using all her self-control to keep her from ripping it out of her hand. However, as controlled as she tried to be, she would not tolerate Martina going through her personal things. Quickly, a deep-red hand reached out and grasped the white's wrist tightly, "That isn't yours to open!"
As for the question of whether or not she was cold - obviously she was, but unfortunately she had far too much of a chip on her shoulder to admit it. Even if she wasn't entirely distracted by the issue of her stolen shells.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 8:14 pm
Martina couldn't help but gasp as her wrist was grabbed unexpectedly. Once the initial shock had passed she spared Roan a sour look, pointedly attempting not to look intimidated by the other dragon. Rocks trying to eat her and now an immensely unfriendly red dragon getting upset over a bag of... shells? She had expected maybe knives or poison.
"But you're a stranger, one who has been nothing but rude to me. I have no assurances that what's inside this bag isn't dangerous, especially with how protective of it you are." Her voice took on high, slightly nervous tones as she tried to wrench her hand free of Roan, though the desired effect had been met. Martina no longer felt as strong of a desire to nose through the contents of her pouch.
"I hardly trust you enough to rule out the idea. I still don't know who you are," she sniffed, "I could have very well guessed on my own that these were yours, unless you want me to assume they were stolen."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 8:34 pm
Roan slowly released her grasp on Martina's wrist, scowling down at the smaller dragon. The white's protests hadn't seemed to impress her. "You're a stranger and you stole my bag from me." With a full body shiver, Roan sank to the ground, pulling her knees close to herself and wrapping her arms around them. If the white tried to bolt though, she would be after her in a second.
"That pouch contains fate," she finally said in rather dramatic tones.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 8:43 pm
The red was watched curiously, but soon Martina relaxed, taking a couple paces backwards and setting the pouch between them before she found a seat on a rock. She was still wary, but at least her wrist had been released and Roan seemed calmer.
"I just saw shells," she informed the red, "and you still look cold. Do you want to go back to the lair? I have to look for my grandfather, so you can come if you behave."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 8:59 pm
As soon as the pouch was set down, Roan's hand had snatched it back up in a flash. She twisted the rope fastening around her wrist - more securely now than she had previously bothered with.
"You should learn to not judge things at face value." She would have snapped, but instead it came out simply sounding tired. And really, that's what she was. Between forest meetings and cookouts and dragon hunts -- and let's not forget possible mothers -- Roan was tired.
Beginning to squeeze the water out of her hair, she stated rather flatly, "I'm not going back there. The air will be heavy with death."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 8:04 pm
"Death?" Martina repeated tensely. "Why? Is everyone alright?" She tried to think of who it could be, if anyone. Had someone been sick recently? Had there been a wild animal? Could this red be responsible for something? This had to be the reason Sunday wanted them all back. At least Taranis had been wrong about Reet -- a small comfort.
Whatever it was, Martina stood and waited impatiently for an answer. "What's happened?"
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