dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 11, 2011 13:57:40 GMT -5
"Just give me one chance. And not some weak overfed vampire. Disgusting gluttons. I want to be tested against a real challenge, next to you or on my own. Besides, if you're occupied elsewhere, who's to stop me from finding my own danger?"
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Post by softballgal on Feb 11, 2011 14:01:23 GMT -5
"Overfed vampires are not weak. That's when their power is the strongest, almost pulsing through their aura. Never think any vampire is weak. And HELL NO! No way are you hunting. I would be charged with endangerment charges, plus if anyone caught me with you, especially if there's something rotten in your past, I would be massively discharged for a very, very long time. They may even take it as a betreyal, and that is something I DON'T want to do." I said.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 11, 2011 14:08:47 GMT -5
"Overfed vampires are safer than the underfed. Ravenous vampire attack anything that moves, regardless of whether it has blood or not, and what kind. Besides, I can shift halfway to my other form and break their fangs."
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Post by softballgal on Feb 14, 2011 13:56:00 GMT -5
"Oh, so you're a shifter. That's good to know. Though, I thought I had memorized ever possible shifters auras before. Strange." I said, thinking.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 15, 2011 14:21:56 GMT -5
"Of sorts," I replied, making sure to be very vague. "What does my aura look like?"
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Post by softballgal on Feb 15, 2011 14:25:42 GMT -5
"Black and purple, it reaches out alot. Obviously of dark decent. You're powerful though." I said, looking closely around him. If he was dark and powerful, I should defiantly not get attached, backing away from him slightly. "You also seem to have wings." I say, weary of him now.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 16, 2011 15:17:03 GMT -5
I stifled a gasp. I knew what I wanted my aura to look like but such obviously evil color hadn't set off any alarm bells for the huntress. What was it that seemed so pure to her eyes if my aura was so ugly? I had dreamed of my aura being shot through with red, orange and yellow like fire. And wings? How close was she to figuring everything out?
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Post by softballgal on Feb 16, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -5
"I'm trying to not think about it honestly. Because, if I find out you're evil, I'll have to kill you. So let's avoid it for our own good, shall we?" I say.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 17, 2011 10:40:43 GMT -5
"I don't think I'm evil, but that's probably what all the people who are evil think, right?"
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Post by softballgal on Feb 17, 2011 14:00:02 GMT -5
"It's kinda like the insane thing. If you keep sayting your not insane, eventually you will be insane." I said. "Pklease, let's not talk about it. I really don't want to kill you."
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 17, 2011 14:01:53 GMT -5
"Alright!" I held up my hand in the universal don't-shoot sign. "Soooo... can I help you hunt tonight?"
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Post by softballgal on Feb 17, 2011 14:06:20 GMT -5
"Nope." I said, circling my block so he wouldn't know where I was staying.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 17, 2011 14:09:57 GMT -5
Well I wasn't about to be left behind. I followed her scent and tracked her to the house she was staying in. Then, quietly so she wouldn't hear, I imbedded one of my scales in to the gate so I would be notified when she left, and could follow.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 17, 2011 14:14:08 GMT -5
I jumped on my bike and sailed away fast. There was a witch festival tonight, meaning plenty of human sacrifices that needed saving.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 17, 2011 14:17:28 GMT -5
I felt her leave the house. Performing a small bit of dragon magic, i made myself look like a cat, so she couldn't possibly recognize me and I could hide in the great number of cat familiars at the festival.
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