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 Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 2:49 pm
Shiar doesn't quite know where he is, or how much time has passed since he has left the only home he's ever known. He vaguely remembers that he'd meant to head to the Enchanted Dragons store, but somewhere along the way, he grew so tired he couldn't go on. It's hard to think, and his limbs feel heavy and sluggish.
With an effort, he looks up. He's in a dark alley, and over the roofs of the houses, he can see some sort of clocktower. Other than that, he has no idea where he is.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 1:04 pm
Time passes, and Shiar gets more and more drowsy and disoriented. With an effort, he manages to get to his feet again, and when he does, he notices something - there's a strange mark on his flank that wasn't there before. He has seen similar marks before, drawn in chalk on the floor of his master's work room. He doesn't know what it means, but he's certain it can't be anything good.
He needs help, but what can he do? If whatever his master did to him is contagious, he can't risk going back to the Enchanted Dragons store.
Shiar sits down, heavily. Who else could help him?
(( From now on, I'm going to write Shiar on this account, since he's no longer directly under the influence of Reignar Lazenby! Come on, people, think - a few of you have ill dragons, it's time to do something or else they're going to be at the point Shiar is at now pretty quickly!
Also, it's not going to be long now before Shiar can't help anymore... He's approaching the last phase of the illness fast, which is regression back to the plushie stage. And he's the only one who knows at least a bit about Reignar Lazenby... or is he? ))
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