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Do you want to exchange emails just in case the guild goes down again?
New SIG idea!
To all my wonderful 1x1 partners, thank you all and know that you're awesome!
Except for you, Tene, you suck. XD
To all my wonderful 1x1 partners, thank you all and know that you're awesome!
Except for you, Tene, you suck. XD
Yup! And I'll wait 'till summer to buy my games. With RPing and maintaining Straight A's, I have enough going on.'xD
Frey shook his head slowly, drops of water falling out of his soaked hair. "You're wrong, Asbel. Many people wouldn't have." He responded before Augustine burst through the darkness and the young prince squinted through the heavy rain. It was then Frey sighed in pure relief. He didn't like his brother, or even love him. However, he was a general and would keep him safe.
Too tired to pull away from the hug, Frey let his form be held by the eldest prince. The sharp-tongued prince normally would say something could and unyielding, but he had been through enough for one night. His stomach bled and Frey cough wetly once more, but t the side as not to get blood on the general. As Asbelnwas pulled from him, Frey's orange eyes locked onto his brother's.
Why was he so weak, tired, wet and cold? Frey was far from dead, though.
Not feeling enough energy to form a complete sentence, much less an explanation, Frey fumbled with his sleepwear and pulled up his shirt. On his stomach was a circular puncture wound, caused when Frey had been bitten by his nightmare. Though the cuts on his body came from the forest, this wound most certainly did not. It was throbbing just a bit, and his shirt was drenched in blood.
"Here..." The prince croaked. He hoped that August would use a phoenix feather or something to help him out.
Too tired to pull away from the hug, Frey let his form be held by the eldest prince. The sharp-tongued prince normally would say something could and unyielding, but he had been through enough for one night. His stomach bled and Frey cough wetly once more, but t the side as not to get blood on the general. As Asbelnwas pulled from him, Frey's orange eyes locked onto his brother's.
Why was he so weak, tired, wet and cold? Frey was far from dead, though.
Not feeling enough energy to form a complete sentence, much less an explanation, Frey fumbled with his sleepwear and pulled up his shirt. On his stomach was a circular puncture wound, caused when Frey had been bitten by his nightmare. Though the cuts on his body came from the forest, this wound most certainly did not. It was throbbing just a bit, and his shirt was drenched in blood.
"Here..." The prince croaked. He hoped that August would use a phoenix feather or something to help him out.
Edge had never really been masochistic. He did like it rough sometimes, but pain wasn't something he was fond of. In the past, he had been tortured and as a result, being pricked so much was enough to make him fidget uncomfortably. Ignoring it, the hydra took a deep breath. He needed to get his mate back, no matter the cost.
Though he had been hugging the other male contentedly, what he finally said was enough to make the hydra look up in slight surprise. His violet eyes sparkled in mischief and amusement. He began to firmly caress the white dragon's tail as Edge stood on his tiptoes to get on the other's level. "Well then, White, let's go right now. Right here. Allow me to strip you of any honor you have left. "
Skylark blinked cutely as Sleipnir kissed his forehead. He stared blankly at his brother for a few moments, remembering he promised to take care of him. They were both pretty grimy, but Skylark already had an idea. "Hey, Sleipnir , why don't you try to clean us off with your mist?" He asked experimentally.
Sometimes it didn't feel like he was the big brother and Sleipnir was the little brother. Perhaps Skylark needed to be more responsible and protective. With a huff, he hugged his brother even tighter. Daddy and Father weren't with them, so he needed to hold on to whatever he had left.
Charon giggled and grabbed the gun, pointed it in Ferrum's mouth, and fired a blank. The situation was so dangerous and so heated. The hydra loved it. He was only slightly afraid of Anemoli, as he realized Ferrum most likely wouldn't kill him, but Anemoli most certainly wouldn't kill his brother. Would he? Charon was unfamiliar with some dragon customs, even though he was one at a time.
"Heh... Didn't think you were the picky type." Charon made a move to get up. "Then we had better hurry and find a way out of here, eh?"
Though he had been hugging the other male contentedly, what he finally said was enough to make the hydra look up in slight surprise. His violet eyes sparkled in mischief and amusement. He began to firmly caress the white dragon's tail as Edge stood on his tiptoes to get on the other's level. "Well then, White, let's go right now. Right here. Allow me to strip you of any honor you have left. "
Skylark blinked cutely as Sleipnir kissed his forehead. He stared blankly at his brother for a few moments, remembering he promised to take care of him. They were both pretty grimy, but Skylark already had an idea. "Hey, Sleipnir , why don't you try to clean us off with your mist?" He asked experimentally.
Sometimes it didn't feel like he was the big brother and Sleipnir was the little brother. Perhaps Skylark needed to be more responsible and protective. With a huff, he hugged his brother even tighter. Daddy and Father weren't with them, so he needed to hold on to whatever he had left.
Charon giggled and grabbed the gun, pointed it in Ferrum's mouth, and fired a blank. The situation was so dangerous and so heated. The hydra loved it. He was only slightly afraid of Anemoli, as he realized Ferrum most likely wouldn't kill him, but Anemoli most certainly wouldn't kill his brother. Would he? Charon was unfamiliar with some dragon customs, even though he was one at a time.
"Heh... Didn't think you were the picky type." Charon made a move to get up. "Then we had better hurry and find a way out of here, eh?"
Now that I'm back, I'll respond ASAP!
Sooo what do we call Path right now?
Frey's facial expression stayed peaceful even as Asbel spoke. A quick wetting of his lips and a quirk of his brow were his only responses. However, Frey was relieved his rare kindness hadn't hit a brick wall. Even if it was not appreciated, it was accepted. And that made the young prince a little happier, despite the fact he was bleeding.
Frey had never used one of Asbel's feathers before, but it appeared he had little other choice than to use them. He might get scars or something. Frey had been told that you had to be kind to use Phoenix feathers, but since the corrupt nobles from visiting counties used them just fine, the prince doubted it was true.
Sighing once out of exhaustion, Frey shrugged. "I'll tell him I was being attacked. It's the truth." Frey said sincerely. However, he wouldn't reveal his secret. Not for as long as he lived... Thinking of Augustine and Cassius made his stomach rumble. What would they think? Could Frey get away with lying?
He could hear the general's voice, but his throat was too sore to shout back. Cassius would find them, anyways. Frey hugged Asbel tighter, to get away from the cold. Even now, Asbel was warmer than the unforgiving rain. "Why... Why did you follow me?" The prince asked slowly. In a moment, his brother and his dragon would come.
Frey had never used one of Asbel's feathers before, but it appeared he had little other choice than to use them. He might get scars or something. Frey had been told that you had to be kind to use Phoenix feathers, but since the corrupt nobles from visiting counties used them just fine, the prince doubted it was true.
Sighing once out of exhaustion, Frey shrugged. "I'll tell him I was being attacked. It's the truth." Frey said sincerely. However, he wouldn't reveal his secret. Not for as long as he lived... Thinking of Augustine and Cassius made his stomach rumble. What would they think? Could Frey get away with lying?
He could hear the general's voice, but his throat was too sore to shout back. Cassius would find them, anyways. Frey hugged Asbel tighter, to get away from the cold. Even now, Asbel was warmer than the unforgiving rain. "Why... Why did you follow me?" The prince asked slowly. In a moment, his brother and his dragon would come.
Ah, we are at a major event in the RP right now.
Grey was such a colorless color. In fact, it wasn't a color, really. It was a tint, not unlike black or white. Grey was the indecisive cross between two extremes, and as soon as he saw it in his mate's eyes, Edge knew he hated it. He could deal with black and white, because his hair was black and Path's was white.Sleipnir had two toned hair. Skylark, on the other hand, had horrid blueish grey hair.
Edge was stationary for a little while. He watched the white dragon walk away. Then, it hit him: something WAS wrong with his beloved. But at one point, Edge was a scientist, so he knew now to find a solution even when others could not. Perhaps he was being far too optimistic, but.... What if he could bring his mate back? Bring back the Father his kids needed? With a grunt of resolution, Edge nodded once and the walla became transparent. The labyrinth was coming to an end soon...
He ran after Path, easily tracking him. When he caught up, Edge flung himself at the white dragon and hugged him tightly. He wanted Path... even if this wasn't Path, it looked a lot like him. "I'm not lying. I want you." Edge whispered as his Nuzzled the dragon's back warmly. Even if the chance was small... if there was even half a percent that Path could be brought back, Edge would take it. "If you are not Path, what would you like me to call you? Other than sexy, of course..."
Skylark's sobs began to sound more like hiccups than tears. He clung like an infant to Leonides. He knew he needed to be strong for himself, his Daddy, and Sleipnir . He knew Gather didn't love him, and that was enough to make him hateful. The impressionable baby dragon ground his teeth and shook his head to stop the tears. He then scooted over to Sleipnir .
Skylarl caught his brother in a warm embrace. "I love you, Sleipnir . Do you think there is such a thing as love?" He asked curiously as he kissed his brother's cheek. Nuzzling his brother's neck, Skylark tried to wipe away is tears the way a grownup could. "Father will come back to us, someday. Until then we have to be strong so we can protect Daddy." Skylark reasoned.
"Not bad at all," Charon agreed with a grin. He hadn't been responsible for the wall tumbling down in the castle that he loved, but it didn't matter. Roughly, the hydra of lust squeezed Ferrum's arms, enjoying the firm muscles. "Mm... how'd you get to be so athletic, dragon?"
Charon snickered as he licked and bit at Ferrum's cheek roughly. "My name is Charon, dragon. How are you feeling...?" The hydra asked experimentally. At the same time, the hydra was busy making Fereum's nubs harder than his metal scales. It was a very painful pleasure.
Edge was stationary for a little while. He watched the white dragon walk away. Then, it hit him: something WAS wrong with his beloved. But at one point, Edge was a scientist, so he knew now to find a solution even when others could not. Perhaps he was being far too optimistic, but.... What if he could bring his mate back? Bring back the Father his kids needed? With a grunt of resolution, Edge nodded once and the walla became transparent. The labyrinth was coming to an end soon...
He ran after Path, easily tracking him. When he caught up, Edge flung himself at the white dragon and hugged him tightly. He wanted Path... even if this wasn't Path, it looked a lot like him. "I'm not lying. I want you." Edge whispered as his Nuzzled the dragon's back warmly. Even if the chance was small... if there was even half a percent that Path could be brought back, Edge would take it. "If you are not Path, what would you like me to call you? Other than sexy, of course..."
Skylark's sobs began to sound more like hiccups than tears. He clung like an infant to Leonides. He knew he needed to be strong for himself, his Daddy, and Sleipnir . He knew Gather didn't love him, and that was enough to make him hateful. The impressionable baby dragon ground his teeth and shook his head to stop the tears. He then scooted over to Sleipnir .
Skylarl caught his brother in a warm embrace. "I love you, Sleipnir . Do you think there is such a thing as love?" He asked curiously as he kissed his brother's cheek. Nuzzling his brother's neck, Skylark tried to wipe away is tears the way a grownup could. "Father will come back to us, someday. Until then we have to be strong so we can protect Daddy." Skylark reasoned.
"Not bad at all," Charon agreed with a grin. He hadn't been responsible for the wall tumbling down in the castle that he loved, but it didn't matter. Roughly, the hydra of lust squeezed Ferrum's arms, enjoying the firm muscles. "Mm... how'd you get to be so athletic, dragon?"
Charon snickered as he licked and bit at Ferrum's cheek roughly. "My name is Charon, dragon. How are you feeling...?" The hydra asked experimentally. At the same time, the hydra was busy making Fereum's nubs harder than his metal scales. It was a very painful pleasure.
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