Pandolin

Ban the User Above You

Banned for talking about confusion between a duskull and a cute turtle, for a killed banana on the road, for having one completely black eye, and for having a propeller on your nifty cap!

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@WhiteAngel25 Sooooo. I don't wanna be a pushy wooshy, but are we doin this, hunnie junk?

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<Snipped quote by Pandolin>
Will see what I can do ;)

Appears that Pebble may be coming closer to participating in group activities, too.

@Play Misty

Don't you use that tone with me, mister! HAHA! Welllll, Pebble never had owl before. Imma betn they taste like chicken

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Yeppers! Give us a Budi call hehehe

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@WhiteAngel25
Heckers yeah-ho I'm in, honey junk! 💜

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Pebble Cliffside

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Pebble wasn't at all the type to think too deep about stuff outside her own bubble, but this heck'n owl was compromising her no-care attitude. She wasn't in the tiniest bit comfortable with its need to be all in her face like it was. The feathery cretin looked like it was predicting Pebble's decisions, as if it be all knowing of stuff even she wasn't giving much foresight to. The little girl just wanted to be all free to walk about and sing her lovely tunes. Pebble wasn't above belting out a good high note or two to knock this feathery annoyance on its ass, but every time she went to open her gob, she couldn't bring herself to do it. There was a great old big discomfort when the owl flew by her side as she walked along. Much the same way a girl might be feeling when holding hands with a boy she doesn't like all that much. Her face scrunched up all bitter and irritate at the feel of the wind on her face from its flapping wings.

Eventually, Pebble just begrudgingly accepted the owl's company. Regardless of whether the feathery beast wanted to or not, she settled down for a nap some distance out of Somerset. When the little girl woke, the owl was still staring at her like a pervy stalker bird, and she turned up her nose at it and grunted. No surprise the dumb owl stayed with her as they continued on down the road until they came across an old miner's cart. Now, Pebble was delighted by anything to do with mining and finally a little smile wrecked her pouty face when she saw the abandoned cart. She went ahead and found herself wondering about its history, its owner and why it was on the road to Somerset so far from any mines she knew about. The tales this cart could tell.

The owl had good taste and set itself down on the cart, and Pebble gave the animal a good old nod of approval as she went about investigating the carts contents. Fortune behold! A crate was just sitting there inside the carriage of the cart. Sure as heck there were questions why the cart remained unmoved from this main road for so long and why this crate appeared to be untouched as well, but that suspicious wondering was outdone by the symbol on the side of the crate. A shiver went walking up and down her back as she recognized the engraving. The little munchkin of a Dwarf just couldn't hold out on her curiosity for a heck too long. Before she even knew it herself, she was peering inside like a kiddie opening their present on birthday morning. But that is when the Dwarf girl froze in all manner of eerie feelings. There were weapons inside this crate that fit the distinctive design of her dad's own handywork. Pebble was just so darn flabbergasted by the crate's contents that all she could do was lift her eyes on up to the watchful owl and squint all serious and suspicious at it.

"What the heckers is going on, bird? Speak, or I start singing!"

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ive started a post peepers. real busy and trying to finish it!

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@Single Malt LMAO Woody boi

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Heyo hunnie junkers! Gonna post soooonish!💜

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Pebble Cliffside

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Pebble was eating bugs, and she was surprised at just how delicious they happened to be. Crunchy and gooey. Bitter with a hint of sweetness. It was all there! Wasn’t long before the first bug turned into two, then two turned into more. Pebble was foraging around in the grass like someone who’d lost a precious stone. Travelers walking on by must have been thinking she was a crazy gal. Heck, she was starting to get all panicky that there were no more bugs to be found when a flutter of white grabbed onto her attention.

The little dwarven munchkin looked up from her hands and knees to see a big ol’ white owl winking both eyes and giving her a hoot. Pebble sat back in the grass on her heels and tipped her head with a pout. She was marginally entertained by its rotating head. The feathery critter flapped its wings all about and looked at her with them big blue eyes, like it knew her or something. But Pebble was sure she ain’t never seen that bird before in all her Rock Bun years. Her doe-eyed, chestnut stare tilted with the owls’ stare, and just for a sand-grain second, Pebble was thinking they were making a deep connection. Then the dumb old hooter ruined their jeweled moment by flapping its big ol’ wings and flying up over her head.

Pebble flipped her mop of mouse-brown hair aside to follow the owl on up to perch itself on the Somerset sign. The bird cawed like a crazy miner who had breathed in too much sulfur dioxide and it pretty soon got on Pebble’s nerves. She had to get up onto her feet and stand out on the road to give that owl a good stern looking at. Fists on her hips and a big old mouth-twisting scowl. Little babe was just about to start up her oh-so lovely singing when that feathery-assed hooter took on off and perched itself in the first tree down the road to Somerset. Bird kept hollering at her like a crazy prospector announcing the discovery of gold. Pebble had to bite her singing tongue to think about this.

“What in the heckers?”

Now, Peb’s wasn’t an ignorant gal. Sure, her pet was a rock named Ed, but she knew all about animals and familiars acting as guides and communicating with peeps. There was a whole lot of stuff going through her mind. This damn hecking bird was causing urgency in her, and she didn’t know why, and she didn’t like that none too much. She had half a mind to keep looking for bugs to eat. Her eyes scanned the ground looking for a rock to peg at the owl. She wanted to sing her little heart out but felt real bad about maybe hurting the stupid bird. And heckers, her thoughts were prospecting that she still needed to be finding her ma and pa. Pebble was all undecided again. Decisions, decisions. She didn’t like it. Freedom was gold ore.

Exasperated at so, so little, the little dwarf halfling pouted at the owl and shrugged real big. She had given up on making a decision and just started on walking in any old direction. That direction just so happened to be down the road to Somerset. She didn’t feel like singing no more.

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