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Things Alula wants: Snuggles
Things Alula receives: Struggles
<Snipped quote by gammaflux>

Guys tent, girls tent. Easy.

Cuddle up, gents, it's gonna get snug.


The girls tent is going to be the party tent. have fun with your man pile
<Snipped quote by Dragonbud>

*Flips the finger*


-fake gasp- how rude
<Snipped quote by Dragonbud>

Well, I like your spunk.


-double gun fingers-
@Dragonbud you always seem to be here early.


Time zones and such, I normally keep a tab open to this rp incase anyone posts
your oracle has been successfully delivered, with only minimal grass stains
this does not seem to be the correct way to move your oracle
nap time for oracle
(For your listening pleasure)

Alula watched as Carver spoke to the child, glad that at least someone had some sort of skills with childcare, and yet she still had her angry expression when he spoke to her. This man was clearly trying to talk down on her, trying to demean her. And then an expression of confusion. Why was this paladin so kind to her? Why was he so different from the others?

His vows. He was still holding strong to his vow, even after seeing what she was and what she had become. He didn't understand, he couldn't understand. But perhaps that didn't matter. He took a pause in his speech, and she looked into his eyes. Her eyes were illuminated and unblinking. Why was he so kind?

He was glad to see she was well. He was afraid that something had hurt her, while it was him who was in danger of the attack. He was not the danger, she was. Something snapped in her. Voices screaming to overpower each other. Arguments and battles within her mind. But as Carver turned away a single voice broke through, a weak and slurred voice.

"Y...yes...a rest...would be...nice..."

Alula slowly reached out her hand, fingers extended as if to grab him. Her eyes flickered, like faulty lighting, before finally fading out. Bright lights again replaced with hazy blue eyes. A soft burst of light.

"I am...so tired..."

Alula fell to the ground.
Kelvin appreciates his brawn, and respects his morals!

Also... does she really need carried about like that? By the time I was ten I was walking to the school by myself and terrorizing the town on my bike. Heck, got a BB gun and played with fireworks when I was eight. I would be irritated to be carried like that.

Edit: Kronshi, is there a rough map in your head of the land around us for around... eh, five miles? Could use it


Yeah I was a terror at ten.
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