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The Unholy God Of Origami Dragons
STATUS: Speaking of replies, I can't give them if no one need them. Shoot some THICC Fantasy plots if you happen to glance here. 6 yrs ago
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Speaking of replies, I can't give them if no one need them. Shoot some THICC Fantasy plots if you happen to glance here.
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6 yrs ago
Hey my sketchy presence is now going to be consistent. I have the technology and means to actually return replies and begin plotting.
8 yrs ago
hey people I'll be replying tomorrow or something. I ended up super busy today.
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I am a writer. Surprise! I enjoy walks in dolphin ribcages and the embrace of cats after a long day. My typical writing amount varies and genre wise I typically do fantasy. Thanks for existing people.
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Whatever would get ice off him and warm him up. It's pretty straightforward. I hope it was anyways. It will be that neutral share of minimalistic care at first on his part but still the core idea is pretty solid.
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First of all he watched the substance harden only to reduce his amusement while increasing his interest. The quiet emotion slowly flowing in the reality of sweet wine tenderly aging. Shifting he would step back to watch the female raise herself from the ground in a way he couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity he didn't simply kill her and leave. Supposing her companionship with dragons were chemical originated it had a subtle pull on his own senses which carried a touch more with him being lost.
Last night, the world flipped for him. It seemed off putting she would have a dire problem similar to his home wise. With night falling he would personally be more comfortable but elsewhere land quivered against a ungodly hail of wind and ice. Even now Reaver felt out of place. In a mixed way he wanted to continue talking and dash away. Bring her along? Instantly asking what purpose she'd serve if he did take her. Green resting on her broke to look along the grass trailing the bark of tree. Now to see how easily the situation could be altered.
His questioning voice sweet decided to ring more in idea coaxing her. "Would you like continue with dying or you like the idea of neutral benefits." Just as he would explain the wind crept violently across the island sparing only a second for him to block the chill with his arms raised to cover his face spreading his wings like a shield. The gale of Crystal white breaking apart against his tainted black scale. The ice grinding amongst his prevailing a look of horror for winter's unexplained breathe. It followed by clouds darkening and his eyes contracting to take in the sight.
White glistened within swallowing the stars in a vortex ripping the islands from their traditional orbit. Everything now seemed to rush leaving him to split the earth as he withered swiftly in motion to gain bearing. Obviously he was lost now straying from his allure. Everything splitting from the idea of socializing. The intention to leave was directly associated as he kneeled closer to the ground. The scythe tail sticking into the ground for balance and very carefully raising his arms the wind glided against him.
He ripped away from the action only to stare at the injured creature known as fae to suddenly transition his tail around her figure catching said air alot faster then expected. Instantly and violently they both were shot upward held alot by his arm spreading like a parachute dragging them slowly along. Ice gathering against his scale as he cringed. Reaver's facial features moving slightly as the pearl white teeth in his jaw started chattering. Now the details of the scene truly playing. No snow but rather freezing water dancing in spirals while his brilliant black scales shined in now approaching moonlight as he stayed silent, stiffening in the gauntlet cold.
Barely by a shred of fortune she was still held by his tail and for a moment the mouth of a cave was within grasp. "SHHHINGK" was the deafening sound his claws made splitting into ice and rock barely admirable crunching of ice on him followed as slowly but surely he drag his torso into the cave bearing the burning of frost fresh along his body. The shorts worn needing soon replaced but not in mind as she followed along soon found in the pitch black as well dealing with her questionable saviour collapsing onto the rock floor withering to tight curl in a,vain attempt to create warmth. A wheezing sound escaping his nose as air rung firey inside his lungs bringing his thoughts to nothing but the greed to live.
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Last night, the world flipped for him. It seemed off putting she would have a dire problem similar to his home wise. With night falling he would personally be more comfortable but elsewhere land quivered against a ungodly hail of wind and ice. Even now Reaver felt out of place. In a mixed way he wanted to continue talking and dash away. Bring her along? Instantly asking what purpose she'd serve if he did take her. Green resting on her broke to look along the grass trailing the bark of tree. Now to see how easily the situation could be altered.
His questioning voice sweet decided to ring more in idea coaxing her. "Would you like continue with dying or you like the idea of neutral benefits." Just as he would explain the wind crept violently across the island sparing only a second for him to block the chill with his arms raised to cover his face spreading his wings like a shield. The gale of Crystal white breaking apart against his tainted black scale. The ice grinding amongst his prevailing a look of horror for winter's unexplained breathe. It followed by clouds darkening and his eyes contracting to take in the sight.
White glistened within swallowing the stars in a vortex ripping the islands from their traditional orbit. Everything now seemed to rush leaving him to split the earth as he withered swiftly in motion to gain bearing. Obviously he was lost now straying from his allure. Everything splitting from the idea of socializing. The intention to leave was directly associated as he kneeled closer to the ground. The scythe tail sticking into the ground for balance and very carefully raising his arms the wind glided against him.
He ripped away from the action only to stare at the injured creature known as fae to suddenly transition his tail around her figure catching said air alot faster then expected. Instantly and violently they both were shot upward held alot by his arm spreading like a parachute dragging them slowly along. Ice gathering against his scale as he cringed. Reaver's facial features moving slightly as the pearl white teeth in his jaw started chattering. Now the details of the scene truly playing. No snow but rather freezing water dancing in spirals while his brilliant black scales shined in now approaching moonlight as he stayed silent, stiffening in the gauntlet cold.
Barely by a shred of fortune she was still held by his tail and for a moment the mouth of a cave was within grasp. "SHHHINGK" was the deafening sound his claws made splitting into ice and rock barely admirable crunching of ice on him followed as slowly but surely he drag his torso into the cave bearing the burning of frost fresh along his body. The shorts worn needing soon replaced but not in mind as she followed along soon found in the pitch black as well dealing with her questionable saviour collapsing onto the rock floor withering to tight curl in a,vain attempt to create warmth. A wheezing sound escaping his nose as air rung firey inside his lungs bringing his thoughts to nothing but the greed to live.
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Lol. Sass is fabulous, that will go well with character interaction. I'll reply after my class is over.
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There you are, a reply. I was still up due to puking up horrible food so before I rest I decided to reply. @[Song Book]
Like a spring coil in slow motion he'd raise her from the ground. His tail more around her chest suspending her under her arms in almost a parachute. The fading breathes she made slowly making his curiosity more interactive, naturally he'd want his questions answered leading to a separate approach. The edge left her neck but didn't subsequently leave her in particular as it rested now against her shoulder. Not savage in any real manner he'd drop suddenly in a style she would be left to land on her back.
Reaver knowing well at this rate her wings were essential to living purposely positioned her put pressure on the wounds. It left her to suffer but also she wouldn't die as quickly from blood loss. Following her thud was the sound of wood being scrapped against, the action being his claws cleaning the toxin from it's surface. Following his tail uncoiled from her rapped against a stone near her for the exterior effect that a weapon was still ready and if any she would be the victimregardless if her so called companion did manage to find her.
"So you are affectionate with the typical fire spitters?" Sweetly, he would mimic some form of a lover's call to bed. Playing style so gently he was partially interested her rather than her relationship with his differing kin so once more he'd make to sake his curiosity." What role do you play with them? Living must be becoming difficult, so will you die already or maybe you'd cry for some simple pity?" The twitch of sadistic words almost taunting if it weren't for him taking the position to stand at her side. The shine of black scales and other features so clearly visible.
As if purposefully he'd dig his stare into her own eyes waiting for her to reach upward or slur one last breathe. With some small movement he held his hand above her in question of if she still bared the will to live or whether she was already doomed to die. Thoughts now basically saying if she did die he'd bleed her of the venomous substance and use it himself. He didn't know how toxic it was but she obviously wasn't bothered by other creatures so it must have been capable enough. Now the green eyes went to glare at the toxin pouring onto the grass mingling with crimson. If she didn't decide to live or die in the next minute he would make the choice for her.
@Song Book
Reaver knowing well at this rate her wings were essential to living purposely positioned her put pressure on the wounds. It left her to suffer but also she wouldn't die as quickly from blood loss. Following her thud was the sound of wood being scrapped against, the action being his claws cleaning the toxin from it's surface. Following his tail uncoiled from her rapped against a stone near her for the exterior effect that a weapon was still ready and if any she would be the victimregardless if her so called companion did manage to find her.
"So you are affectionate with the typical fire spitters?" Sweetly, he would mimic some form of a lover's call to bed. Playing style so gently he was partially interested her rather than her relationship with his differing kin so once more he'd make to sake his curiosity." What role do you play with them? Living must be becoming difficult, so will you die already or maybe you'd cry for some simple pity?" The twitch of sadistic words almost taunting if it weren't for him taking the position to stand at her side. The shine of black scales and other features so clearly visible.
As if purposefully he'd dig his stare into her own eyes waiting for her to reach upward or slur one last breathe. With some small movement he held his hand above her in question of if she still bared the will to live or whether she was already doomed to die. Thoughts now basically saying if she did die he'd bleed her of the venomous substance and use it himself. He didn't know how toxic it was but she obviously wasn't bothered by other creatures so it must have been capable enough. Now the green eyes went to glare at the toxin pouring onto the grass mingling with crimson. If she didn't decide to live or die in the next minute he would make the choice for her.
@Song Book
It's fine. At least you put work into your replies unlike some of my recent partners. @Song Book. Their replies are so stereotypical it's filthy.
Which ever enables visible attitude. Sorry for my last reply being short, if I had dragged it out the overall perception of the scene would have been degraded.
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The sigh she made broke the short lived silence. Of course Reaver didn't break his own silence as he turned swiftly to sound. Small confusion grazed his conscious state letting air slowly escape as his heart stiffed. The colors only truly reaching his eyes as one claw rested against the grass pulling his body forward in a manner shadows envied. Behind the female he snapped forward as compelled to finish a half completed job.
A single razor edge pressed against her throat so readily it was if the writer of book hated her a character. Around her waist his tail curled against in a python bind to steal the air she dared to breathe leaving said edge barely parting the existing skin. Pulling one finger across the wound catching the liquid before letting it drop splattering against the grass. Next the same finger which he curious dipped made way to tug on the injured wing as the way they snapped atrociously forward seemed to catch a thought. For a few moments he couldn't grasp why the injury looked familiar but remembering others received the wound from being launched off this female must have been his victim.
She looked similar in several features inspiring a shred of pity he wouldn't just kill her for sitting near him. The tree now noticeably casting a shadow diagonal from it's original position. Sparing near silent words his tone was hardly carried."female, what are you?" Mainly the green eyes of his traveling along the her wings loosening his grip well enough to speak and breath but not near to do much more past that then die. @Song Book
A single razor edge pressed against her throat so readily it was if the writer of book hated her a character. Around her waist his tail curled against in a python bind to steal the air she dared to breathe leaving said edge barely parting the existing skin. Pulling one finger across the wound catching the liquid before letting it drop splattering against the grass. Next the same finger which he curious dipped made way to tug on the injured wing as the way they snapped atrociously forward seemed to catch a thought. For a few moments he couldn't grasp why the injury looked familiar but remembering others received the wound from being launched off this female must have been his victim.
She looked similar in several features inspiring a shred of pity he wouldn't just kill her for sitting near him. The tree now noticeably casting a shadow diagonal from it's original position. Sparing near silent words his tone was hardly carried."female, what are you?" Mainly the green eyes of his traveling along the her wings loosening his grip well enough to speak and breath but not near to do much more past that then die. @Song Book
The position to take her life as a precaution would be natural enough to start a bit of character interaction. I'll have some time today I need to catch some Zs.
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