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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:41 pm
//. A general place to meet new Chosen and Bonded Alike.
Before you begin RPing, just make sure that you post a link to your Character's Profile, and an IMAGE of the Ulaith(s) you'll be RPing
with.
Setting: A giant of a tree sits in the middle of a meadow. The meadow is large, and, behind the tree, one can spot a deep friendly forest stretching for miles. A small pond stands off far to the right, and is just barely visible between the long stalks of soft grass.
Ulaith and Bonded alike gather here in their spare time, and converse, spar, or laze about in the warm sun.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:03 pm
The soft sound of boots upon the grass sang across the empty meadow as a young gal paced towards the single oak that stood proudly in the center of the serene world. Hefting the large leather travelpack a bit more onto her shoulder, the maiden gently sat herself at the base of the ancient tree before pushing the hood away from her face; this revealed a narrow face with feline-like eyes to the world. Smiling, Krystal opened the large travelpack and poked at whatever was inside.
"C'mon sleepy-head! It's time to greet the world with bright eyes."
Just as she pulled her hand from the opening, a tiny head poked out and gave a great heave of a yawn and blinked the sleep from its' eyes before turning towards it's human companion. Cooing happily, the little male started to climb out of the pack only to tumble out with a bright squeak of surprise. Stumbling to his feet, the little dragon clamored over to Krystal and gripped her leather caprees with tiny claws; he demanded her total love and affection.
"Oh you.......Abhay, you know that you are my world now. Come here, little brave one..."
Reaching out, she gripped the Ulaith around the stomach and placed him in her lap; she began to stroke the creatures' brilliant pink scales as Abhay nuzzled into his humans' soft leather clothing.
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Questionable Shapeshifter
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:28 pm
Davcu
Link to profile
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All at once, a silvery blue Ulaith with rune marks upon her body ran swiftly across teh plains, almost pushing the other woman and the pink-hued Ulaith over as teh creature rushed underneath teh holowed out roots underneath a willow tree. Then without a sound, a gray-cloaked figure stepped otu from teh shadows. And without a glance to the fallen two, teh figure headed over to the little, worried Ulaith.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:09 am
Blinking at the sudden rush of silver-hued blue, Abhay climbed from his perch and tottled off after the fellow hatchling. Upon reaching the willow tree, he crouched and stuck his head underneth the roots, cooing softly at the other Ulaith. Oblivious to the other human, Abhay continued to watch the other as his tail waved happily from side to side.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 11:44 am
Davcu gave a small whimper at Abhay, crawling backwards deeper into hollow roots. The figure kneeled down and picked up teh pink male by the nape of his neck before placing him behind her. Eavan's hood fell down and she reached into the hollow roots, carefully pulling Davcu out.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:36 pm
Abhay was about to crawl closer when he was suddenly lifted into the air by the unknown being. He didn't like being lifted like this, so he did something that was common for a Ulaith his age: inhaling, he let a loud squeal, calling his "mother" to come and help him.
Just like clockwork, Krystal was instantly infront of the baby, wielding her dagger in a mencing way. "WHo are you, and what did you do to him?!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:44 pm
Eavan stood with Davcu in her arms, her eyes empty and expression blank. Her horn gleamed and teh furry ears on ehr head flattened in annoyance as seh looked at teh knife. "He was in teh way," she said quietly, her voice soft and subtle...as fine as silk. But tehre was an icy note to her words.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 6:35 am
Lark had been able to see the gigantic tree for miles. Needing a place to rest and relax, she had traipsed through the woodland doggedly for over an hour to reach it. Now she was finally at the base of its huge, thick gnarled trunk, she could sit and rest.
She sat down carefully. She held up the small corked bottle in her hands, and watched in awe as the little purple fetus floated serenely in amongst its contents. Every now and then, like a baby in a womb, it would do small somersaults or wiggle, sometimes even open an eye. It responded particularly when she called it by the name she had given it - Fetish, exactly how she felt about it. Even though it was just a miniscule fetus, it was her baby now, it was all she had left.
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