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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2016 14:55:55 GMT -8
The human was sounding much softer now, and with the encouragement from Momma green dragon Noroth began to wander out bit by bit. His full head came to emerge into view, followed by his thin neck to his round little body. The short, stout legs crept out in motion to let him crawl closer at a slow pace. His wings, nowhere near grown in yet, were visible and then his short but thick tail. He continued to inch along with his belly to the ground, watching her carefully - he was becoming more entranced with the smell from the jerky but still a little scared about the human.
If she didn't make any sudden moves, he would crane his head out to the extent of his neck and he would sniff the jerky directly - before snapping it in his mouth and scrambling back several paces to nom on it at a safe distance, while still watching her cautiously.
And he would come to discover the jerky was really good, babbling happily as he ate.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 18, 2016 11:47:38 GMT -8
Roy grins as Vera feeds the little dragon the jerky. It's adorable, watching it snap it out of her hand and scoot away. Glancing about, he looks over at the brownie booth, under assault by Tommy.
"Oh dear...I do hope he doesn't cause too much trouble for her. She seemed like a nice girl."
After watching the dog-cat-creature's antics for a moment longer, he returns his attention to the baby dragon.
"Look at you, Vera! Feeding baby dragons!"
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Clio of the Kush
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55 
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -8
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Post by Clio of the Kush on Apr 18, 2016 16:52:29 GMT -8
[Sawwy. Busy weekend :3] "Hwawawa..." Clio manages to pull Tommy down. His pupils were rapidly dilating. "Wo ooohaah!" Tommy stared through Clio's head. It seemed like he was completely out of his head. "Tangerine trees... And marmalade skies..." He was, it could be interpreted, juggling a ludicrously large invisible ball of yarn with his paws. "Yep, you're tripping." Clio sighs, she would resign to watch over the creature so that it doesn't cause more trouble while high. "Hey, are you okay?" |
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 19, 2016 4:52:00 GMT -8
Tommy sat up, pointig his hands straight ahead. "Wow, I can do dis? I didn't know I can do dis!" He gave Clio of the Kush a moronic smile. "Hallo. I am okay. Are you an okay?" Tommy wasn't certain, but he belived that okay was a type of a platypus, which he bore significant resemblance to. |
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 19, 2016 9:09:37 GMT -8
Vera had clapped her hands over her mouth. She stifled her squee as the little guy took the jerky. She thought the noise might scare him. He was so cuuuuuute. Oh she wanted to pet him! Still she new it was best to let timid animals come to her. She had more jerky in her bag. Her best bet was to wait for him to finish the first piece. Once the dragon did he might come over to her looking for more.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 9:42:22 GMT -8
The small creature finished gnawing down on the jerky and licked at his paws for more, before sniffing the grass for any remaining bits. There were none left. So this brought his head up and his wide eyes to stare at Vera with a mix of curiosity, expectancy, and a hint of uncertainty. He wanted more of those delicious nommies! After a few moments he would begin to waddle closer, stopping every so often to watch and make sure she wasn't going to come after him. Once he got close, his nose would hover around her feet first - trying to pick up up the smell. If she remained calm and relatively still, he would begin to sniff around her legs in his search.
And then he all caution was out the window. He caught whiff of the jerky in her pouch. She would find him attempting to sit up on his hind legs with forepaws on her with an intent to level his head with the singled out pouch containing the goodies. At least his claws weren't sharpened yet. If she allowed this, she'd find... he wasn't very light. The little guy, despite his size, weighed well into 150 pounds, with much of it in his head, torso and tail. And he would make an attempt to bite at the pouch and yank, determined to get the jerky!
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Clio of the Kush
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -8
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Post by Clio of the Kush on Apr 19, 2016 16:27:25 GMT -8
When Tommy sat up and had his hands in front of him, he touched Clio's boobs, she would just move his hands away, not taking offense. "You really shouldn't have eaten all those brownies! You're probably seeing things that aren't there." Clio said to Tommy, "What are you anyway? You look like a... Cat...dog...person. With 4 ears?" Clio would reach forwards and feel Tommy's ears. |
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 19, 2016 23:40:08 GMT -8
When Clio of the Kush touched Tommys fluffy ears, he first snickered gleefully, then burst out laughing. "Hahahahaheeheehee! Noohohoo! It tickles!" Tommy was rolling on the floor, laughing. he tried to push Clio away, but he was powerless in the face of the tickle. "I'm a Tommy! I'm a human bean!" Tommy scruched his face fiercely. Despite the effort, it made him look nothing like a bean. "Are you... Lemme guess. Are you weed? Because you're smoking!" Sadly, the pickup line was a direct result of Tommys hallucinations. Clio, to him looked like a patch of scorched hay. |
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Clio of the Kush
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -8
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Post by Clio of the Kush on Apr 20, 2016 1:08:47 GMT -8
When Tommy begins to roll around and laugh she is entertained and continues touching his ears. When he flirted with her she blushed and giggled. "I'm Clio, I'M a Human!"
Tommy needed to get real food in him to get him down from his high, "You hungry, Tommy? I can help you get some good food."
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 20, 2016 4:33:07 GMT -8
Tommy smiled sheepishly in his drugged state. "Clio! Thats a pretty name. I wish I had a pretty name. Hey! Wanna trade names!?" Food indeed seemed to be a good idea right about now.
"I wanna eat anything that hasn't got The Onions. The security man said I'm not allowed to carry onions around. For safety." Tommy suddenly looked super serious. "They say it makes me loose screws." Tommy attempted to demonstrate the mechanics of the screws with his index fingers. Sadly, his motoric skills were at the level of a ten-week old.
"Sssssccccccrrreeeewsss...", Tommy whispered. "Clio, can ya get me some foods? I don't feel good..." Indeed, his nose was quikly losing it's moisture and his tongue was hanging out.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 20, 2016 11:20:12 GMT -8
Vera giggled and was almost knocked over when the baby started attacking her pouch. He was heavier than he looked. Fortunately with a little strength from Mother Gaia Vera was stronger than she looked. As he gnaws at the sturdy leather Vera very slowly put a hand on his head and pushes him away. She doesn't use any strength she just guides his head away.
"Just a second little guy. I'll get it for you."
Once she has enough room she pulls out the jerky from the pouch. She offers it to him. The druid always moves very slowly and very carefully. No sudden movements no loud noises.
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Post by Happy Festival Guests on Apr 20, 2016 11:26:24 GMT -8
As the festival began to draw to a close, the thousands of people who had joined in the festivities were casting their votes for which booth was their favorite. All the booths were wonderful, and the festival as a whole was universally praised. However, in the end, their could only be one winner. For his dedication is setting up a functional restaurant and serving the widest variety of food, Vangelixo Novarick was voted to be the overall winner. His dragon dishes and use of local vegetables had earned him recognition on the festival grounds for years to come. The prize, a statue made in his honor as well as a set of enchanted cooking tools donated by Isra's mysterious organization, The Starlight Dawn , known across the land for its fine dining establishments:   Honorable mentions went to the ambassador from The Kingdom of Belrow , who not only made some of the best deserts at the festival, but also did so without knowing what they actually tasted like, a true testament to the skills of the undead and an excellent way to foster understanding between the two nations. They too would receive a set of enchanted cooking tools.
With the festival now drawing to a close, the crowd would be allowed to try some last minute dishes before calmly dispersing in an orderly fashion back to their homes, so that the fairground could be reconverted into farmland once again.
(OOC: Any ongoing RPs should be made in the context of the festival coming to a close. In another week, this thread will become a farmland and the site of future overworld events. Thank you all so much for participating and making things so very interesting and fun.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 11:41:34 GMT -8
Noroth would have made accessing the pouch difficult. Despite his head being pushed away, he was determined to shift his head around her hand and get to that pouch with the good jerky in it! Seems he had very few manners thus far. When she finally got a piece out he snapped it up quickly with an extremely happy purr - parking his little rump at her feet and gnawing on it with gusto. It didn't even occur to him of all the festivities and new movement going around with the tents and stalls starting to come down and people starting to leave. He got more jerky! Yum!
When it was all gone his eyes came up to stare at Vera - this human was nice! She fed him good stuffs! And thus, he decided she was okay, and would bring a paw up to bat at her knee. A series of warbling chortles, soft and sweet, wound up coming from him as he scoot closer and continued to paw at her.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 20, 2016 11:56:14 GMT -8
Vera had to stop herself from melting. The baby dragon was pawing at her and making adorable noises and those big eyes and the cute little wings and... SO CUUUUUUUUUUTE. Despite her best efforts Vera's brain was melting. She couldn't resist any longer. She reaches out and takes his head in her hands. She begins to pet and scratch him gently, searching out the sensitive spots that provoke nice reactions. As she goes she lets out little gently coos mixed with words.
"Oh whose a good dragon! Yous a dragon! Yes you are! Yes you are!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 12:15:13 GMT -8
All this attention... Noroth wasn't quite used to it, but the petting and the scratches felt sooooo good... His little eyelids fluttered as he just melted to the touches, cooing quietly as a result. His little head would thump heavily on her knee as he just absorbed the attention, before his body just sloooowly slipping off to the side to flop on the grass - leaving an exposed belly for more pets as he continued to babble. He was completely relaxed now - chances were he wasn't about to flip out about other humans getting near. In fact, he loooooved this.
He was definitely one spoiled baby dragon.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 20, 2016 12:32:39 GMT -8
This wasn't fair! Now he had rolled over to expose his little tummy. Nothing should be this cute, there should be laws. She leaned over and began administering belly rubs. There was no other choice. She was pretty sure she would kill someone if the baby dragon asked. It was just soooooooo cute. OH! She should go get him something sweet to eat! She imagined him smacking away at something with honey in it. That would be so adorable.
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Apr 20, 2016 12:35:51 GMT -8
Va'nei watched the antics between Noroth and Vera with great amusement, but she noticed that the festival was coming to a close. The question now was whether or not to bring Noroth with her while she went to speak with the Elder. She wasn't sure how the hatchling would react to being left with a stranger. So while he was sprawled on his back and being adorable asking for belly rubs, she craned her neck around and nudged him gently, speaking to him in the quiet language of growls, purrs, and huffs which was the only thing he really understood yet. The question posed to him was along the lines of, 'Mother must go somewhere. Noroth stays with kind human? Or Noroth comes with Mother?'
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 12:42:56 GMT -8
Noroth just purred his little heart out from the affections to his soft underbelly, little legs up in the air as his tail swayed gently from side to side. Then Momma nudged him and he craned his neck to nuzzle his head to her snout - where as he heard the question in her rumblings. He was quick to roll over and face his mother, looking up at her with eyes that said it all. His broken words only reinforced it. "No-roff wif Momma!" he barks, hopping onto his back paws to rest the fore on his nose.
Then his head perks up like a realization struck him. His head swiveled around to look at the human - he couldn't just up and leave! He had to say bye! He hopped over to where she was crouched and leapt up to give her a wet lick across her cheek with a purring coo before waddling back over to his mother again.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 20, 2016 13:35:38 GMT -8
He could talk. HE COULD TALK! His little voice was so cuuuuuuuute.It took her a moment to realize No-roff or... Noroth! He couldn't pronounce the th! I took her a moment to realize Noroth was leaving. She had to stifle a groan of disappointment. She tickled the underside of his neck as he licked her goodbye.
"Bye-bye Noroth!"
Covered in dragon drool she gets to her feet. That had been fun.
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Clio of the Kush
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -8
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Post by Clio of the Kush on Apr 20, 2016 13:38:28 GMT -8
Tommy smiled sheepishly in his drugged state. "Clio! Thats a pretty name. I wish I had a pretty name. Hey! Wanna trade names!?" Food indeed seemed to be a good idea right about now. "I wanna eat anything that hasn't got The Onions. The security man said I'm not allowed to carry onions around. For safety." Tommy suddenly looked super serious. "They say it makes me loose screws." Tommy attempted to demonstrate the mechanics of the screws with his index fingers. Sadly, his motoric skills were at the level of a ten-week old. "Sssssccccccrrreeeewsss...", Tommy whispered. "Clio, can ya get me some foods? I don't feel good..." Indeed, his nose was quikly losing it's moisture and his tongue was hanging out. "That name wouldn't fit me! Thank you though. Come on, get up." Clio helps Tommy to stand. "Come with me we'll get food." Clio would have her hand on Tommy's shoulders guiding him through the festival to get good food. She was not going to let him wander away and get into trouble. When they got food she would feed him. The festival would be closing down soon so Clio decided to take Tommy to her home to rest. Her booth would be taken care of by another Kush member and packed up when it was time. (Exit to Kush Clan Plantations) |
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