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Post by FrostByte on Sept 7, 2003 20:42:20 GMT -5
[glow=indianred,2,300]-He smiles as he re-bandages her stomach back up, finally backing up slightly as though to admire his handiwork.-
Orion. And Ambrosia is answering the door.
-He says this nonchalantly, as though dogs answer doors every day.-
And what is yours, fair lady? -He asks, still using his accent, which would seam completly stupid on anybody but him. He makes it fit somehow.-[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Sept 7, 2003 20:46:29 GMT -5
::fidgeting a bit under his gaze, she gathered her bearings and stated in her almost Irish twinge::
My name is Rowasha. I am a dryad.
::she weakly pushed the blanket away from her, making as if to stand. She felt odd lying about in a stranger's house.::
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Post by Schizophrenia on Sept 8, 2003 18:44:25 GMT -5
[Hey, i need to join a new elf or whatever and I was going to join a dryad!! lol. well don't think im copying or anything. lol. Can I jsut post for her? I dun feel like joining right now]]
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Post by Maili on Sept 11, 2003 16:20:00 GMT -5
[[yah go ahead...i have no problems with you guys rping new chars s'long as you post sometime]]
[glow=springgreen,2,300]-she looks down at the dog for a moment, and without bothering with elven, or english, she speaks in the wolven tounge-
Is there a dryad here...She was injured, I just want to see if she's alright. She took off pretty fast.
-she stops. wondering if the owner of the house might hear. She didn't want anyone to know her wolven heritage around here-[/glow]
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