@Mokley I was wondering if we can have familiars, actually. I'd love to have one :D
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@Disciple Cain Yep :D
Perhaps different kinds of dragons? We can have some that are friendly with humans and aren't much of a threat but then some that are the gigantic things, majestic but incredibly dangerous and incredibly intelligent.
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But not too many dragons.
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versus something like this -
But not too many dragons.
Schools of tiny golden dragons... Hmm...
@Disciple Cain Probably. The image I have right now is sort of...a Pandora from Avatar kind of thing. We should have dragons though. Definitely dragons.
I'm just wondering about the type of creatures and flora we're dealing with. Are there new creatures or are we dealing with the same ones that are on Earth. Because I kinda really want to have fish that legitimately fly. That would be so cool. Just schools of flying golden fish in the sky that casually swing by as you're gliding.
@Tombprince That'd fine by me, even if he does haha
@Tombprince That's fine, yes. Though I'm thinking he'd collecting more than just paints but that's all just details.
Privately? You mean for people, or only when she's alone? Lee sings whenever she wants to and with total disregard to the amount of people around her, most often when she's happy or working on something that doesn't require a lot concentration.
Privately? You mean for people, or only when she's alone? Lee sings whenever she wants to and with total disregard to the amount of people around her, most often when she's happy or working on something that doesn't require a lot concentration.
It soon became incredibly apparent that this was not the time for conversation. The screams of people telling them to hurry up getting Rowena to snap back into a mindset that would end in her aiding the group rather than being a hindrance, waiting for people answer. Gingerly, she made her way to the back of the truck, Themistocles at her side. Gently but quickly she hoisted his bottom half up as much as she could, grunting under his weight as the dog pushed off of her into the truck. He seemed confused and scared but was reassured with a stroke of the woman's hand along his flank and muzzle. "I'll be back for you sweetheart. You just stay here and protect, yeah?" She gripped the thick fur, eyes looking over the animal's as she gave the command again. "Stay. Protect," she said tightly before letting go, the dog seeming to understand, all anxiety gone from his posture. He stood and made his way over to the closest person to him and sat at their feet. Rowena smiled, proud of her boy. She slapped the side of the truck twice after throwing the pipe in, fully aware of the noise it'd cause. The woman let her eyes drift over the people in the truck. "I'll catch up later on," she said to whomever might've been listening.
Inhaling deeply Rowena closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering strength before putting four fingers in her mouth and blowing. The whistle was painfully loud, long, sharp and effectively attention-grabbing. Already she saw dead heads turning, groaning in interest. Grinning, Rowena pulled her sleeves up, looking around for something sharp. These things liked to eat flesh, right? Maybe they'd be able to smell the blood. So after a short few seconds, she located what must've been part of a windowpane at some point, or perhaps a car's windshield. Either way it was sharp and that was all that she cared about. Without much care, the woman pressed the glass to her right forearm, dragging it for a bit before dropping it and crushing it under her boot. She kept walking backwards as she felt liquid drip down her arm, pooling just a tiny bit in her palm. Raising the hand she swiped it across her cheek, spreading the smell. Just in case. This should be more than enough to detain at least some of the walkers. About twenty or more were very interested, heading her way. But she figured that the group needed more time so she swallowed, opening her mouth to sing. Yelling profanities would make her feel childish. "We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired. I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned. I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company. So maybe tonight I'll be the libertine," she sang, already moving backwards down a different street. She knew that if she could run for long enough she could take a detour to the sewers, where her guns were. If she didn't lose the walkers by then she'd simply slip back inside and reemerge with the weapons. Everything was planned out fairly well but depended on how long she'd last physically. But the time to run had finally come, walkers a little too close for comfort. Rowena just laughed loudly, starting down the road with those horrible things on her tail and her boots rapidly crunching against any debris that might've been on the road, thinking of what tune she'd grace them with next.
Inhaling deeply Rowena closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering strength before putting four fingers in her mouth and blowing. The whistle was painfully loud, long, sharp and effectively attention-grabbing. Already she saw dead heads turning, groaning in interest. Grinning, Rowena pulled her sleeves up, looking around for something sharp. These things liked to eat flesh, right? Maybe they'd be able to smell the blood. So after a short few seconds, she located what must've been part of a windowpane at some point, or perhaps a car's windshield. Either way it was sharp and that was all that she cared about. Without much care, the woman pressed the glass to her right forearm, dragging it for a bit before dropping it and crushing it under her boot. She kept walking backwards as she felt liquid drip down her arm, pooling just a tiny bit in her palm. Raising the hand she swiped it across her cheek, spreading the smell. Just in case. This should be more than enough to detain at least some of the walkers. About twenty or more were very interested, heading her way. But she figured that the group needed more time so she swallowed, opening her mouth to sing. Yelling profanities would make her feel childish. "We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired. I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned. I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company. So maybe tonight I'll be the libertine," she sang, already moving backwards down a different street. She knew that if she could run for long enough she could take a detour to the sewers, where her guns were. If she didn't lose the walkers by then she'd simply slip back inside and reemerge with the weapons. Everything was planned out fairly well but depended on how long she'd last physically. But the time to run had finally come, walkers a little too close for comfort. Rowena just laughed loudly, starting down the road with those horrible things on her tail and her boots rapidly crunching against any debris that might've been on the road, thinking of what tune she'd grace them with next.
@Mokley Alrighty, thanks.
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