Silen Syanka

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@AbysmalDemonI responded, and I'm thinking maybe they come across some bandits along the way? i think it might be cool to have them save some peeps on their way to the castle X3

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Maiden

@Cuccoruler{its fine!}
The smell of ale that swarmed this man was simply overwhelming. never having a taste for such drinks, the smell seemed rather stronger than she would have guessed. As she watched the man, sway from his drunkenness. The girl was unsure if she was shocked, or disappointed by the so called hero. Having been searching for him, she had hoped maybe, he would be a bit more than a alcholic looking to make some fast gold. From what she had seen so far, her hopes were crushed. She cleared her throat once more, meeting his bleak gaze with her own set of round eyes. "Do you happen to know of a Lance Heimlood?" The maid asked him simply.

Malrunwa

@Cuccoruler
"My kind?!" She snarled quietly under her breath. Her eyes burning. The blueness of her eyes were so dead, and cold. but with the burning bite of hatred that had consumed her heart and soul. Malrunwa's heart swelled. Swelled with hatred. as the royal glazed into the eyes of the younger dragon. One thing was certain. She hated. Hated everyone, everything. Perhaps even her own self. "My kind, have never helped. Never cared. They are just as corrupt as the rotten swine that dirty this earth. " Each word, each sentence, was laced with venom. Malrunwa did not bad down from the older royal. She had no fear.

Losdir Aglareben

@fer1323
Losdir had been traveling for several days now. Following the faint paths that would lead him to the human towns. Through the thick red wood, and over growth. Hunting along the way for food to last. he had not yet met anyone on his journey just yet. Not many were brave enough to travel to the elves kingdom, which meant going through forest densely populated with dragons. However, he hadn't seen many dragons either. A few of the smaller breed. Along with an infant toad dragon, who quickly ran off to his mothers den at the sight of Losdir. Losdir's aura was different than that of other elves. He had never been good with animals. He had never been good with a bow. But he was skilled, very skilled in the art of Magic. at the age of 13, he had mastered several branches. And as he aged, he grew more wise, more knowledge lead to more power. and at the age of 22, he had learned everything that the Elven kingdom could offer him. He wished to know more. he wished to possess the shared flame. The only way he could figure to do so, was to journey. Not to the Sunscale King like most had suggested. but to the Nightmare King. Being more aggressive than his Sunscale partner. he knew that if he made it to the Nightmare's palace, his skills behind magic might prove him worthy enough to learn under the wings of one of the royals.

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sorry guysX3 I thought my message sent, apparently it didn't!

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@fer1323sweet!!! im excited!

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Maiden

@Cuccoruler
She had been searching quite some time for this hero by the name of Lance. Although, some referred to him as a drunk, rather than a hero. But it was worth a shot she figured. Having been looking for him for the space of twenty days, she had finally closed in on where he may be. Who knew, that one so... interesting, could be so hard to find. She wished to acquire his help. For on her families small farm, they had been over run by bandits. Now the band of lawless men practically owned the farm. No guards had come to aid her family. And she was in need of help. Lance happened to be the closest help she might find. And she would be willing to pay all the money she had to get rid of the bandits plaguing her families land. She entered the tavern, unnoticed by any. Her simple torn dress, brought no attention. Not interest to the eyes of the drunk men. Her long brown curls were dirty, messily pulled into a bun, showing no care for her appearance. She was no elf, or princess. Nothing overly pleasing to the eye. Only a simple farming maiden, of the age of 14, looking for a hero. Her wary grey eyes scanned over the collection of dirty and spitting men, casting to the bar. Where the man she believed was Lance sat. He was undoubtedly drunk. But she hadn't come so far to simply give up. She walked to the bar, glancing at the man who was no sitting besides her. Yelling crazed things to the heavens. Clearing her throat, she hoped to catch his attention over the buzz of the locals.

Malrunwa

@Cuccoruler
Malrunwa cast this petty royal her stone cold gaze. The echoing hollowness of her ice blue eyes, giving nothing away of any emotions. If there were any true emotions left in the soul of the corrupt girl. "I do not fear death. To fear death is to fear life." Was the simple reply that came to the royalty before her. Malrunwa could careless what became of her. She would love to die. To suffer in the burning abyss of the afterlife. She wanted nothing more. But, before she would die, she wished to cause suffering to as many man scum as she could. To make them feel the same as she had. To know how it was, to be the last of your family. To have no one you loved. To no longer have a heart, or a soul. This was her only desire.

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@Cuccorulerokay great!

@CrowI have no open characters at the moment, but if you wish I could make up a character on the spot to interact with her like I have with Lance?

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@CuccorulerWould you mind if I made a random character(who wouldn't had a form) to interact with Lance for a bit?

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@Crowyour accepted! And of you wanna make a type of dragon just go look at the other kinds if dragons as examples and make a paragraph like thpse

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Archer

@AbysmalDemon
Archer glanced over at Winter, just in time to see Winter snarl. If a horse could do such a thing. And reached around with lighting speed. Snapping her flat teeth at the gull. Catching a few of the dirty feathers in her jaw. Winter snorted stubbornly. Her blue eyes glaring. Archer smiled giggling as she watched the horse and gull.

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@AbysmalDemonbeautiful confusion of the self x3