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EventuaInerris jaw dropped as the Dark Elf spoke of whom he was. "..." She was stuck for words. THE hero of Kvatch?! The one in all the stories and legends?! This was huge. This was...so so bad. Then she realised he was looking at her awaiting a response. "O-ooh.. Err... I'd say only 200 years or so, give or take a few years" She said stuttering a little as she was still lost for words. The Hero who is in books that was dead is now alive and kicking and talking to her! 'How does this even happen to me?!' Was her only thought process. "I-I'm Inerri gra'Baal... If you even care to know that is..." She said softly once she managed to make words with her talking tools.
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Aurora smirked at the offer for a drink. Any other time she would have taken that offer as she thought he was quite delicious. However, her father has taught her better than to get into strangers cars. She smiled softly at him and shook her head slightly. "I'm afraid my friend is expecting me, maybe another time?" She questioned smiling still. "I can give you my number if you like? Maybe some other time we can meet up some where?" She asked, a little gleam of mischief in her eyes.
Grace watched almost in awe as the vampire gracefully made her way inside her little hovel. She suddenly felt embarrassed as she looked around herself as she could only imagine the luxurious place she came from. "I'm Grace...Grace Smith...B-but you can call me...whatever you want really..." She said softly, still the feeling of embarrassment flooding her. That and she was still pretty damn high.
"S-sorry it isn't much... It's not actually my house, I...I just squat here..." Trailing off, looking down as she poked at the dirty floor with her equally dirty boot. There was empty and smashed bottles around the place. On the walls where there was still paper, it was peeling off. The floorboards showed through the extremely thinning carpet and rugs. Its smelt of damp and decay. "It's... A shithole I-I know..." She trailed again as she continued to avert her gaze from the beauty that was in front of her.
"S-sorry it isn't much... It's not actually my house, I...I just squat here..." Trailing off, looking down as she poked at the dirty floor with her equally dirty boot. There was empty and smashed bottles around the place. On the walls where there was still paper, it was peeling off. The floorboards showed through the extremely thinning carpet and rugs. Its smelt of damp and decay. "It's... A shithole I-I know..." She trailed again as she continued to avert her gaze from the beauty that was in front of her.
Yawning she watched as some young Gryffindors came in. She raised her brow as she watched them curiously. They wandered over to a Gryffindor in her year. They were nervous? About what? Then she over heard the conversation, hearing what the read head said she just shook her head. 'Seems like a bitch, they were only curious.' She thought as she picked up her quill once more. Then the thought occurred to her. Maybe she should join this club too? I mean, it'd give her some good practice after all. There weren't any Slytherins in it as far as she was aware. She knew there were no sign in sheets in her common room either. 'Hmm...'
Sen stood up, slowly and quietly made her way over to the seemingly bitchy red head. Her hands in her pocket she made her way closer, until she was eventually stood by the sitting girls side. "Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could have a few sign in sheets for my common room? We don't have any...Or is it a house club?" She spoke quietly but her voice was naturally soft. She generally wasn't a nasty person or spiteful like most other Slytherins. But for the longest of time that's just how Slytherins have been portrayed.
Sen stood up, slowly and quietly made her way over to the seemingly bitchy red head. Her hands in her pocket she made her way closer, until she was eventually stood by the sitting girls side. "Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could have a few sign in sheets for my common room? We don't have any...Or is it a house club?" She spoke quietly but her voice was naturally soft. She generally wasn't a nasty person or spiteful like most other Slytherins. But for the longest of time that's just how Slytherins have been portrayed.
Annabelinda stared at the mage as she spoke, watching her tears fall down her face. She mainly stopped out of shock at the sudden surge of mana, she could have kept going if she truly wanted to, but she wanted to hear what the human had to say first. Her bloody face not changing from the glare and grimace. Her face was stony and angry still as she fixed her up with bandages, never blinking.
"I shall never bow to a puny human. I would rather be dead. I am mighty and I am strong, the way you defeated me twas not honourable in any which way human. You cheated, because you knew fighting me head on was futile! I care not for your human stories and sagas. I care not about your 'Gods'! I shall address you as human, as that is what you are. I will not stop trying to kill myself unless you free me. I will not obey you and I will resist you as much as I can to drain your mana as much as possible. Know human that even for a dragon I am known for my stubbornness and pride. Being bound to me is going to be very tiresome and draining for you, human."
She spoke in her growly but feminine dragon voice, thankfully her voice hadn't changed. She was just quieter and less boomy. She then looked down at her bandages for the first time. Then in a much softer voice she spoke again. "...Why do you need me human?" She asked, her face softening a little as she looked at her own blood on the floor, mixed with the dirt. She looked more... Sad now. She was once a mighty beast and now she is nothing in her eyes. She wanted to be herself once again.
"I shall never bow to a puny human. I would rather be dead. I am mighty and I am strong, the way you defeated me twas not honourable in any which way human. You cheated, because you knew fighting me head on was futile! I care not for your human stories and sagas. I care not about your 'Gods'! I shall address you as human, as that is what you are. I will not stop trying to kill myself unless you free me. I will not obey you and I will resist you as much as I can to drain your mana as much as possible. Know human that even for a dragon I am known for my stubbornness and pride. Being bound to me is going to be very tiresome and draining for you, human."
She spoke in her growly but feminine dragon voice, thankfully her voice hadn't changed. She was just quieter and less boomy. She then looked down at her bandages for the first time. Then in a much softer voice she spoke again. "...Why do you need me human?" She asked, her face softening a little as she looked at her own blood on the floor, mixed with the dirt. She looked more... Sad now. She was once a mighty beast and now she is nothing in her eyes. She wanted to be herself once again.
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Sorry for the late reply, been away as well as a particularly terrible work week. I have had zero inspiration D;
:D Awesome ^o^ x'D Sky is disappointed in her hovel :'D
Ill post a reply soon! A little behind on rps atm due to work and holiday weekend etc D; I'm trying to reply in order of who's been waiting longest xD
Ill post a reply soon! A little behind on rps atm due to work and holiday weekend etc D; I'm trying to reply in order of who's been waiting longest xD
Inerri watched as the fancily clad man walked passed her... What the hell was she supposed to do now?! He hadn't gone after killing the mages meaning he must actually be here... Like really, actually here in this world, he had been fully brought back. This was bad. He didn't attack her though...Why? She watched as he walked away but before she could think her mouth opened and yelled at him. "Hey!" He slowly turned around and looked at her '...Crap. Inerri you are going to get yourself killed one day... Try thinking before opening your mouth.'
"Who are you? Why are you still here? Why didn't you try to kill me? Do I have to kill you or something..?" She asked so many questions and the last one was meant really to be a thought not out spoken, it slipped out anyway. Oh well.
"Who are you? Why are you still here? Why didn't you try to kill me? Do I have to kill you or something..?" She asked so many questions and the last one was meant really to be a thought not out spoken, it slipped out anyway. Oh well.
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