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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 8:22:21 GMT -8
Draga looked up from her pout as Farrah returned. She tapped her chin in thought.
"Um...fifty....three years ago? It was this guy with blonde spiky hair I think." She said, remembering the details, "Big-ass sword, it was more like a chunk of metal strapped to a stick than an actual sword. Kept mentioning he was a soldier or...something, I don't know."
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The Sparrow
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Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
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Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 13, 2017 8:41:31 GMT -8
She took Draga's answer and was quiet. Her gaze wandered over to the hoard of treasure that the dragon had collected from the dead of the hundreds of dragon slayers that had come for Draga's skin.
"If you really wanted to make amends for the lives you've taken, you would give that money to the people who need it. Not the people of Isra, but to others. Perhaps the victims of dragon destruction."
Farrah stepped further into the room. "There is a place called Sugar Hollow that was utterly destroyed by dragonfire and demon hordes," she told Draga. "Give them money to help them rebuild."
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 9:01:04 GMT -8
Draga looked at her with a confused look.
"The hell's Sugar Hollow? That doesn't sound like a place dragons normally go..."
She stood up and walked to the side so the gold pile was in full view, gesturing to it.
"It's all yours, go nuts."
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The Sparrow
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Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 13, 2017 9:38:41 GMT -8
The Sparrow continued to stand, making no move for the gold, her silver eyes on Draga.
"Are you actually mad at me because I'm mad at you that you slaughtered men, one at a time, for so long?"
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 9:57:50 GMT -8
"I don't know, should I be mad that you're mad at me for being mad at you for doing the same thing? Just because you killed dragons doesn't make it any different. People invaded your homes and you killed them by the thousands. You're just sympathetic of them because they aren't big, ugly lizards."
She stood up and began to wander in a circle, using her arms to emote.
"I mean, the other dragons don't even like me! I can't fly and in their minds i'm not a true dragon until I can! The dragons hate me, the non-dragons hate me, the only thing in this room that seems to like me right now is that fucking stuffed doll we won at the festival!"
She pointed to the plushie dragon on her bed, its simple stitched smile harmlessly looking back at them.
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The Sparrow
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Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 13, 2017 10:33:24 GMT -8
"There is a marked difference between a legion of dragons invading an entire country than there is of one man, or even a group of men, coming for a dragon," the Sparrow said. "You have magic. You can shapeshift. You could have found a hundred and one different ways so that you wouldn't kill them, but instead you stayed, knowing they would come, and just building your pile of bones while you took their prized possessions -- and then have the gumption to judge me for stealing a few coins from a richman."
The Sparrow's silver eyes glared. "I'll see myself out. Wouldn't want to ruin that fifty-three-year-streak." She didn't say anything more about Sugar Hollow. If Draga didn't want to take the money to the dragon-ruined town herself, then Sparrow wasn't going to touch that blood-soaked money, either.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 10:36:36 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes. Did she really not see the hypocrisy in everything she's saying? Does she not realize she's letting her past ruin a chance at future friendships?
Draga sighed and slumped down.
"I don't get it....we were having so much fun at the festival...now this. I was really hoping I finally found a true friend." She lamented. Her voice was somber, defeated.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 13, 2017 11:10:07 GMT -8
The Sparrow paused and turned slightly, not even truly looking over her shoulder. "Dragons and Cygnians could never be friends," she told Draga softly, aware that she was being selfish and mean and close-minded -- and left.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 12:10:21 GMT -8
As The Sparrow left the cave she would first hear silence for a moment followed by quiet sobbing echoing off the walls.
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