Groups sounds good, maybe a solo here and there when Eth gets stronger.
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The anti-lucky charm.
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@BrodZ11711we have all been invited in, and I most certainly made a post to you. I'll tag you next time.
Bayen kept his gaze when the blade was put to his neck, as though to convey his words were sincere. While if the conversation had continued he'd have appologised to her about mentioning it, he was merely surprised that she had been that person of whom certain rumors had been about. He didn't really pay any attention to court since he figured the best acting came from that and would sculpt his mind to the setting that their life presented.
Having been one that was eccentric of his own device, he hardly wanted a different style thrown into the mix of his game filled mind. However Bayen was ecstatic about the thought adaptation, which he found to be situational. Between bending to a will or trap of a person, and the rational need to comply. After all the human body is made of water, and water that does not move or change is stale and unuseful.
At his mistake he hurriedly bowed to Raven "Lady Silverlight, indeed forgive me of my manors. I relaxed since I had left the court and had been intended to be teloported into my personal forge." He requited his words with a direct look. He intended to make this nipped in the bud, not because he had too, but because he wanted too. He rationalized that this person cultivated the straight forward attitued, not unable to play in the word games of court. Simply that she preferred to not mince words with those that she hated and those that hated her, at least the probability was floating around in his head someplace while he nodded his head.
He was thinking about plot progression and what ever skills he might learn from the encounter, he was as uninterested of the silver tongue skill as he was living with out his sword arm.
His face paled at the thought of Grimilkin, just for a moment, long enough for him to despise the moment. With Ravens promise sung true Bayen looked at her a bit differently. In his thoughts he considered her to be slightly better than he imagined previously, in consideration only and to be evaluated in the upcoming moments. "He is not quite my master, he only had my middle name as does the Queen. For now I'm calling you Katie, sorry if you don't like the name, but do not tell anyone your name I stress that. Just as The lady here has bound herself to you by word- she has no chance to betray you for the time being." he instructed Jessalyn hoping that she could process any new information. The reason he shut his mouth being that that damn Cheshire cat had been approching with another child hard pressed for luck at this point. Well he acted like a type that would devour your soul and hand it back to you as an offenceive gesture. Not that Bayen knew if he could manage it.
@Belle @Prince of Seraphs @FateWeaver
Having been one that was eccentric of his own device, he hardly wanted a different style thrown into the mix of his game filled mind. However Bayen was ecstatic about the thought adaptation, which he found to be situational. Between bending to a will or trap of a person, and the rational need to comply. After all the human body is made of water, and water that does not move or change is stale and unuseful.
At his mistake he hurriedly bowed to Raven "Lady Silverlight, indeed forgive me of my manors. I relaxed since I had left the court and had been intended to be teloported into my personal forge." He requited his words with a direct look. He intended to make this nipped in the bud, not because he had too, but because he wanted too. He rationalized that this person cultivated the straight forward attitued, not unable to play in the word games of court. Simply that she preferred to not mince words with those that she hated and those that hated her, at least the probability was floating around in his head someplace while he nodded his head.
He was thinking about plot progression and what ever skills he might learn from the encounter, he was as uninterested of the silver tongue skill as he was living with out his sword arm.
His face paled at the thought of Grimilkin, just for a moment, long enough for him to despise the moment. With Ravens promise sung true Bayen looked at her a bit differently. In his thoughts he considered her to be slightly better than he imagined previously, in consideration only and to be evaluated in the upcoming moments. "He is not quite my master, he only had my middle name as does the Queen. For now I'm calling you Katie, sorry if you don't like the name, but do not tell anyone your name I stress that. Just as The lady here has bound herself to you by word- she has no chance to betray you for the time being." he instructed Jessalyn hoping that she could process any new information. The reason he shut his mouth being that that damn Cheshire cat had been approching with another child hard pressed for luck at this point. Well he acted like a type that would devour your soul and hand it back to you as an offenceive gesture. Not that Bayen knew if he could manage it.
@Belle @Prince of Seraphs @FateWeaver
With a shrug Eth launched himself into the sky twisting so that his back was over the roof, as he arced past the roof he folded his wings and nose dived to the front of the not so humble abode. Before he touched ground he flipped right side up and unfurled his wings a gust of wind following him. Lightly he touched ground and refolded his wings, he saw a robes person a few feet away "Hello, I'm guessing the doctor found you as well?" He said in an enthusiastic way, as he got closer something in his head went off. This one, this girl, she was not alive. Puzzled he jumped back something didn't seem quite right to him, but he lost the feeling all the same.
He studied her for a moment and then scratched the back of his head "I'm Eth, I supposed a proper feasting is not enough of an apology for reacting in such a way..." He trailed not sure what to say or how to act. After all this could have been a trap, or another dream, he had no idea what to expect at this point.
He studied her for a moment and then scratched the back of his head "I'm Eth, I supposed a proper feasting is not enough of an apology for reacting in such a way..." He trailed not sure what to say or how to act. After all this could have been a trap, or another dream, he had no idea what to expect at this point.
A weak post to show I'm alive haha.
Nari glided along the sky flapping his wings lazily, his mind wandered as did his body across the fall borders. He paid little attention to anything else in the skys, after all only Lord Falk owned more of it than he. Old, powerful, and full of fire had many benifits, one of such was not having to pay any mind to insignificant bugs that crawled on the ground. This air had pleased his scaley hide as it slid under and around him giving little resistance.
Eventually he came to and set a white hot jet of liquid flame infront of him raining down fire for a short distance. He really liked the effect it had, though he had been overly mindful of it. Senseless destruction was not his style, while he could directly control any flame he created or influanced. It would bode well for him to keep it under control.
Eventually he came to and set a white hot jet of liquid flame infront of him raining down fire for a short distance. He really liked the effect it had, though he had been overly mindful of it. Senseless destruction was not his style, while he could directly control any flame he created or influanced. It would bode well for him to keep it under control.
I'm guessing mtg? I have a RWG, iroas, ajaini steadfast, chandra pryro, and domri rade. Just the big named, I switch out stead fast for mentor of heros. Also a green white with hydras mentor of heros, gurrik pride.
Back porch ;) that would be his style.
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