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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Apr 18, 2013 5:35:32 GMT
"Kingdom of the Twilighters, to meet with a tracker who's been keeping tabs on the prey.", Drath intoned, looking back to check they weren't being followed. Jules was such a large horse that Dodend merely had to keep him in a fast walk to keep up. "We're hunting those dragons that always hang around with my least favourite daughter. I'm sure you remember her.", he smiled at Sandine.
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Apr 18, 2013 5:39:33 GMT
"Ah, yes," Sandine said. She sure did. Ems was the sort one didn't easily forget. Then again neither was his other daughter. She shifted her grip on the reins to one hand and put a hand on one dagger. "Though had I know it'd be dragons I'd have brought something a bit more deadly. Slipping a dagger through those scales won't be an easy task."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Apr 18, 2013 5:50:20 GMT
"I'm sure a couple of hatchlings won't be a challenge for you, let the men handle the big scary scales." Drath teased. Dodend smacked him across the back of the head, clunking loudly against the armour under the hooded robes, "We'll see who's laughing when you're dragon barbeque. I hear they like canned goods." Drath glared under his mask and rode on in silence the rest of the day.
(timeskip or leap to the Twilighter area with a timeskip... hmmm what to do)
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Apr 18, 2013 5:53:47 GMT
Sandine laughed. It was a sound like bells and soft wind on a summer's day. Unable to be described by humans. Sometimes it was just so apparently how unhuman she was. "Big scary scales hmm? I bet I'll do far more damage to a large one than you could hope. It may be a risk, but daggers are thin and quick. Far less clunky than the weapons of old for slaying their kind."
She shot Dodend a small smirk. "While Drath gets tossed around like a rag doll."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Apr 18, 2013 6:01:51 GMT
Drath sat huddled over next to the campfire, his stomach protesting with every movement, loudly. "What's the matter Drath? Eat a bad pastry?", Dodend chuckled as he pitched a tent. It looked like it was going to rain in the night and he wanted to keep warm once the fire drowned. He pulled a foil-packed meal from his supplies and offered it to Sandine with a mess tin, "Not exactly posh restaurant food, but it's food-like."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Apr 18, 2013 6:16:23 GMT
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