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@Absolute Grace @Tancuras, Do I still need to edit my post?

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^^; Bit embarrassed. Like I said, will edit as soon as I can!

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Ahh, okay. I see my mistakes. I'm sorry, I'm used to 1x1 role-playing and these things don't mind much. I will edit my post asap. I'm currently about to leave the house.

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@Absolute Grace Yes. I don't believe I directly controlled anyone's character? If I did, I'm sorry. x.x

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The rare smile on Rhoo's face softened, but did not vanish completely. Orren was one of her favorite people around the barracks. His struggled speech was innocently cute, and brought a memory to attention of how Aiana would recall that Rhoo never spoke her first word until she was eight years old.

Rhoo followed close behind Orren, and felt his tension as they entered the mess hall. The room was continuously filling with others, crowding every space, every seat and table. She did not follow when Orren approached a man and took two plates with hostile force. She waited a moment before approaching the same man and motioning for a bowl, and he handed her one, obviously confused and offended at the encounter with Orren.

Her eyes trailed over the sea of faces and stuck on Evelyn's. A seemingly dark, hooded figure approached her cautiously. Rhoo watched as she sat herself in front of Orren. The person did not mean harm, she could tell. Her ears twitched and strained, her brain going crazy from all of the noise and activity in the mess hall. Ignoring the fork leaning daintily against the side of the bowl, Rhoo plucked a thick, greasy sausage from the dish with two fingers and bit down on the end of it. She cried out in alarm, not realizing how hot the sliver of meat would be. It fell from her grasp onto the table, and her forked tongue hung out of her mouth painfully.

She rubbed her tongue against her upper lip, feeling the tingling numbness from the mild burn. She sucked it back into her mouth with a soft "pop," and looked across the table at Orren. He was eyeing her with concern, and she managed a thin smile to assure him that she was alright. The unexpected burn and pain had made her unreasonably angry, though it didn't show on the outside. Throwing the fact that the sausage was probably soiled from rolling on the table, Rhoo picked it up once more and tore off the piece she had previously tried to eat, which was now hanging by a thread. She rolled it around in her fingers and blew on it, then popped it into her mouth and chewed slowly.

Before long, she had cautiously consumed a full sausage. All the while, her eyes darted around her peripheral when not locked on Evelyn and her guest. Without a word or warning, Rhoo rose from the table with her bowl of sausages in tow, and approached the two. She plucked another sausage from the dish and held it out at arms length, which is about how far she was from the hooded person. They turned to her, along with Evelyn, and Rhoo knew that they must have been perplexed. It didn't matter, she reasoned with herself. A gut instinct had told her to offer this shady figure some of her food.

Even if she was making a fool of herself, Rhoo didn't care. She stared apathetically and awaited a response.

The Angel Dragon

Rhoo realizes that she needs to update her bio as she learns more about herself and her own species...

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The moment Rhoo had begun to approach Evelyn, a man that Rhoo recognized as Evelyn's father pushed past her. He had turned smoothly on his heel, ducking his head for a nanosecond, and in that nanosecond of his inattention, he managed to come close to a collision with Rhoo. She ignored it, even his failure to apologize after harshly nudging the edge of her shoulder. Her balance faltered only the slightest, and she was able to immediately straighten up.

There was less than a yard between the two as Rhoo stood straight and silent, staring at the blonde. Though it never showed on the outside, her mind was running a million thoughts per second. She managed to slow them down into one focus, and choked out a low, gravelly, "Hello."

It was not unlike her to make small conversation with other members inside of the barracks. However, it was usually during treatments when she actually took the time to speak. Since her mother died, which had been very recently, Rhoo decided that it was high time to make connections with others. There was no one left that she was close to. Her family had expired.

Whether or not Evelyn was about to respond to her in any manner, Rhoo couldn't fully tell. Their nonexistent conversation was interrupted when Orren approached them with an almost strained smile on his face, so it seemed to her. He bid her good morning, speaking her name in almost a liquid, flowing manner. It brought the corners of her lips upward into a smile, and she nodded her head.

"Good morning, Orren."

When he turned to Evelyn and seemed to struggle, it made Rhoo the slightest bit concerned. However, when he made the comical bow and referred to Evelyn as "little master," it caused the hint of a smile on Rhoo's face to widen into a sly grin. She brought a gloved hand up to her mouth and covered it as she giggled.

During this time, Rhoo could "feel" the shapes on the floor below them. The sound of conversing voices was as a shadow, there but ignored. Sharp movement caused her to tense, and her ears twitched again on their own when she heard a raised, yelling voice. She surreptitiously peered at the two people in front of her, wondering if they heard it as well. They did not seem phased. A shape of a person moved quickly out of the way of another, ambling off far beyond Rhoo's senses. The tension in her body eased.

The Angel Dragon

@Foster My most recent post is an anthropomorphic Dutch Angel Dragon. Actual Dutch Angel Dragons do not walk on two legs.

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I apologize, as my first post is very short. x.x I'll try to do better with the following posts.

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Before the day could be reborn, Rhoo was looking over the garden of their rather lavish barracks. She stood with her hands folded over the small of her back, scarcely even breathing. The silence of the hour before the sun broke over the horizon was, in a way, deafening. Not a creature seemed to stir from their slumber.

Rhoo knew that if her mother were here, they would be speaking in hushed voices, having a conversation about the beauty of the night...or what disastrous injuries they'd see that day. Rhoo picked up the habit of rising before the sun from Aiana, and she had no intention to yet break that tradition. Cool, blue eyes cut over to the left, expecting to see a tall and strong blonde woman standing boldly, admiring the darkness. Yet there was no one. It was an empty room.

She had exited her quarters some time before the first bell. The sun was just peeking over the plains, illuminating the great hall in a warm, dim light. Rhoo stood on the third and topmost floor of the layered barracks. Movement from the second floor caught her attention, and she peered down past the protective railing. She could have sworn that her ears twitched by themselves as her hearing seemed to amplify, yet she still could not understand what the low voices of Evelyn and her father were saying.

Quietly, she made her way toward the stairs and descended them as if she were gliding downward.