Alone with my thoughts?

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Date: Mia, 32, 81380
Charrie: Furgamor
Where: Open Grassland
Time: Night-time
Clothes: Baggy pants and a plain, navy sweatshirt

IC:

Thin, rusty colored tail swayed slowly behind Furgamor as he drew a pen and paper from his bag. His tail continued to swish silently as it usually did when he was deep in thought. Low mumbling could be heard as he scribbled countless notes upon his paper. His icy eyes scanned the grassland in search of the Narg. It was a rare mammal and one of it's biomes happened to be the grasslands. He had yet to view such an extrodinary creature. He had at times thought of learning the Photography trade, but he didn't really think it was something he'd be interested in. At other times, he'd wondered if a Photographer would consider teaming up with him to capture pictures of all his findings, but he didn't think it would work out well enough.

He had visited many grasslands in his time, and come across many grassland-dwelling creatures. Yet, there were many animals he had not experienced and he'd love to view a Narg for once. In fact, he wanted to perhaps breed a few. Furgamor wanted to take a specimen from each of their biomes and see if their traits varied. But so far, he hadn't found a single one from any biome. Walking off towards the left of the plains, his eyes got a tall blur. It was late at night, but he could only find such a creature at night, being that they were nocturnal. Long and deadly-looking horns passed the creature's face, and it stood a good 5 or 6 feet tall. It was absolutely gorgeous. He was eating something that was too torn up to identify, but that didn't matter. Furgamor slowly crept towards it, hoping to go un-noticed. As soon as he was close enough to identify it's species. Jotting down every single visible detail of the creature, he decided that it was the first step in his studies. He'd of course want to disect one and learn about it's ways of reproduction, but he'd need to find a younger one, this one's horns looked as though they could pierce right through his head. Shaking the thought from his mind, he decided he'd gathered enough information for the night and would try and link it with the species of other biomes, and then find any differences, and finally, he would try and find young ones to gather and study their reproduction ways. Perfect. </span></span>

 

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Furgamor watched silently, hidden in the tall grass. Perhaps he'd get the chance to move a little closer? Yes, if the creature tried to attack, he'd just...well, maybe it wasn't that good of an idea. He felt the strangest sensation of being watched, but who'd be out this late? He had heard of Vamp-dragons, but he wasn't worried. All he cared about was his new-found information. It was the most important piece of info he'd found all week! Rubbing his eyes to be sure that he'd actually seen a Narg, sure enough it was the one. In his backpack, there was an extremely thick book with all the information of all known creatures. But the Narg had no known reproduction information, and he wanted to become a well known Animal-Breeder and scientist, since he believed that animal breeding was a science. Furgamor was determined to find the mysterious ways of this creature and what the new-born looked like, how they survived, did the parents take care of them? He had so many questions, all of them jotted down in his many notes in his backpack. But his backpack was firmly secured on his back and sealed shut. Not to mention that it had a small padlock on it, because well, Furgamor was extremely cautious with all his information, and being that he was a traveling animal-breeder, he had nowhere to leave his things, so it all came with him.

The feeling of being watched was still over him, and as he turned, he ruffled a patch of grass, causing the Narg to take off at amazing speed running away from him. Furgamor jotted down that they were speedy animals, and decided he'd had enough for the night and was going to return to a more populated area, where he wasn't so...vulnerable. Quietly, he repeated the few things he knew clearly. "Walk on four feet often, long horns coming past head, very fast, 5 to 6 feet males..." He continued repeating the few things, though the most important things he had observed remained for later and more scientific observation. Tonight, he had made the first step in becoming a well known breeder! But as he walked away, he couldn't get the feeling that he wasn't alone to leave him. And suddenly, a gust of cool Mia wind picked up, and the paper with all his Narg information was pulled from his hands. "NO!" He boomed, chasing after it and hoping he'd get to it before anyone else did...</span></span>

 

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Furgamor chased after the paper, following it with his eyes. He was just an inch from it now! He made a dive for it, but just as his hand was begining to close around the piece of paper, it was taken from his hand. Looking at the other dragon, his eyes widened. A vamp-dragon? He'd never met one, so he thought them to be only myths. He chased after her, maybe he could get it back? He was side by side, but then an evil sounding cackle ripped through the air, as well as the paper. His mouth dropped as she tore it into nearly 5 pieces.

It fell to the ground, and he took it and pocketed it. It was only ripped into five pieces, maybe he could piece them back together. But still, she had tried to ruin his event of a lifetime! She dove behind a rock. A rock in a grassland? Wierd. He loomed over her, his eyes filled with hatred as he spoke, in a poison and sarcastic tone with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks for catching it for me. It might of gotten worse treatment then a few rips. At least I've got a chance of piecing it back together. I'm Furgamor by the way, who're you?"

He smiled. Furgamor was pretty good at getting under other's skin. But would be enough for this one? Sure, he appeared insane when he was with his work, but he could be normal. He tapped his pocket and made sure that the paper would be fine. Yes, she couldn't get it now. </span></span>

 

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Furgamor watched through icy orbs as the female showed a bit of herself from behind the rock. So she was a Vamp-dragon then? Did that mean Were-dragons did indeed exist as well? That was quite an interesting thought. At her question, he shrugged. Names didn't matter much at all, that's why he could care less who he gave it out to.

"Well miss, if it doesn't matter, then why can't you just tell me?"

With one rusty-colored hand, he brushed a piece of electric-blue hair from his eyes and looked the female over. She had a rather gothic appearance, but he didn't mind. He doubted he'd ever see her again, so why did it matter what he told her? And, the next time she'd hear of him, was when he became a famous scientist and animal-breeder. At her question, his thin, pointed ears twitched slightly and he realized she probably didn't want the whole answer, because he could ramble about that.

" 'Kay then C, and I'm conducting research. I'm working on Nargs at the moment, I wanna find out their reproduction cycle...see if it varies from biome to biome. But I wouldn't expect you to know what I'm talking about...and you? What're you doin' out here all alone miss?"

With a sly grin upon his face, he felt in his baggy pants' pocket for the papers. All there. Furgamor was a handsome Anubi, and he did want a mate. But only a pure Anubi, and someone he loved. He, as most Anubi's, would be picky about his mate. But such a thing wasn't a current thought yet.</span></span>

 

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Furgamor listened to her answer with disinterest. He honestly couldn't care less what she was doing out here, but he supposed it was only right to ask. In fact, he'd rather just leave now and go find someone or something more important to waste his time on, but here he was.

"Yea well, ain't gonna find anythin' of interest in this deserted place."

Rolling his icy eyes, he didn't think much of her. She was simply a vamp-dragon, and he an Anubi. What else did you need to know? He was begining to grow hungry with all his research, and he'd heard of a restaurant around here, but he thought it must be expensive and he didn't have much on him. So, he just stood there, in the awkward silence, hoping she'd say something. </span></span>

 

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Furgamor watched as she sat back, and he looked around. Odd, it was the only rock in the entire grassland! Perhaps she had a magical trade and could do such things. Oh well, he didn't regret his trades, he loved animals and loved learning about them, what more could he want? Listening to her words, he at first didn't get it, but then he did and a chill went down his spine. Was she kidding? It sure didn't sound like it. But he wasn't about to show he was nervous.

"Oh really? I'm a five star? Sweet. Hey, I hear there's a real nice restaurant around here...I ain't got much money, but I'm sorta hungry, wanna go have somethin' to eat...besides me? My treat."

At his last couple sentences, he was totally shocked with himself. What had he just done? Invited someone to dinner whom had just shattered his dreams and wanted to eat him? What the hell? AND he was offering to pay? He wasn't rich, but he had enough money for such. He wanted to slap himself and stuff the words back in his mouth but they were out so there was nothing he could do. Maybe she'd say no...did Vamp-dragons even eat such things besides blood? He didn't know...

"I mean..only if ya want to.."

She was sarcastic and a bit of a bitch, but he wasn't perfect either, nobody was. And he kind of liked her attitude. Hell, after this dinner, maybe they'd be friends or something...what were her trades anyway? Nope, don't ask, save it for dinner...if she comes. </span></span>

 

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Furgamor noticed that she was shocked by his offer. Hell, even he was shocked by his offer, but it would be rather nice, having someone to talk to for once, even if she had been such a jerk to him. She watched as she twirled her air and answered him. Her answer was a confused one. Almost as if she was going because she had no idea what else to say. Shrugging he spoke.

"Yea umm, I know what your thinking...but uh, we can just go as friends I guess. I mean. I know ya prob'ly hate me or somethin' but we're both hungry...and I'd rather take you to dinner than BE your dinner..."

His last part was humorous. He was trying to assure himself a reason for inviting her, but he found none. Hell, he didn't even really like her, but whatever, what's done is done, maybe something good would come outta this.</span></span>

 

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Furgamor thought he heard her say something but shrugged it off. Why had he invited her? Why? He was just being friendly he supposed. He needed to use that to do something constructive, but instead, he'd invited his first enemy to dinner? Well, not like it'd be anything more than dinner, she'd most likely not appreciate it, and he'd find himself screwed. He wasn't usually like this, but he was hungry, and he didn't want to be rude. But it was clear she didn't want to go by the tone in her voice.

"Listen, you don't have to go, okay? I just thought I'd see if you wanted to go, but it's clear you don't...trust me, it won't hurt my feelings if ya don't go..."

Watching as she yet again twirled her fingers through her hair, he shrugged. She seemed totally..wrapped up in her hair. Ah well, this dinner was just gonna give her something and him get nothing in return. </span></span>

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry I've not replied sooner...been really busy. But why should it be deleted? I will reply later tonight...</td></tr></table>