<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Argh ok ok Let me try to explain. Silith was right about having too many people. :blink: Lets just try to keep it.....understandable? No more chars got it?</td></tr></table> Ionni awoke from her dreams, and rubbed her eyes, yawning loudly. She was ready now, ready to begin her work. Ionni walked back to the others and stood by a tree. She had her eyes on Juem and waited until his silver eyes met hers. She focued and breathed deep. Ionni approached him, and grabbed his hand. She pulled him aside and watched as Dyyps eyes sharpened and greed filled her poor little heart... Ionni kissed Juem lightly on the lips and put her finger to them. <span style='color:red'>Do not speak, but only listen</span> Her voice was soft and melodic and she spoke again. <span style='color:red'>Do not trust these fools. They all are cowards and back stabbers</span> Ionni didn't care what Juem was thinking, but she just wanted to make things more confusing for him. Just enough for him to be timid and almost.....scared. <span style='color:red'>Now when you go back, remember to keep your eye out, just in case something was to happen...</span> Ionni turned back and sat up on the tree next to Abel and Ryh. She had a good feeling in her, almost a superior feeling. She laughed and relaxed a bit. All of them were in for a surprise...
Juem was in a daze. There were too many jealous glances and femmes trying to get attention. Perhaps he better be going or there really will be a catfight. Just then, Ionne, the femme who'd kissed him earlier and kissed him again, came and took his hand. He let Dyyp's paw slip from his as Ionne pulled him away. Juem frowned. He wasn't one to believe others easily. Past hurt thought him that. But it was akward as well as a little creepy that this femme kissed a complete stranger talked to him in that way. Alarm bells were already ringing in his head. He narrowed his eyes at Ionne. <span style='color:steelblue'>What is it that you're really doing?</span>
Dyyp felt Juem's hand slip away from her own. She turned away and walked thw way she had come. <span style='color:purple'>Agh- damn.</span> Abel said, running to catch up to her double. <span style='color:purple'>somthing wrong...?</span> she whispered. <span style='color:yellow'>shallow bitch.</span> <span style='color:purple'>oh... jealous...?</span> <span style='color:yellow'>of that THING!?</span> <span style='color:purple'>MmmmHmm...</span> <span style='color:yellow'>No.</span> Dyyp finished, pushing Abel away dejectedly.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Eek kutz is on to me lol</td></tr></table> Ionni looked beyond Juem and ignored his question. She smiled and turned over to Abel. <span style='color:red'>Dyyp sure is pissed</span> she laughed and looked over at Dyyp, who glared at her. <span style='color:yellow'>Heh, I just love screwing around with dragons...</span> Ionni was bored. <span style='color:red'>Who wants to go swim in the pond?</span> She was hoping for an answer because this was getting boring...She decided to run along, and she quickly took off her gown and kicked off her sandals. Ionni dove into the pond, although it was a bit cold, she liked the feeling of soft sand between her toes. She giggled and dove under, holding her breath and closing her eyes...
Ryhaneu shrugged and climbed into a higher branch, settling and keeping a wary eye on the 'dragons below her, bronze scales blending in slightly with the bark. Below, Havana leaned against the base of the tree, frowning, and playing with the chain on her jeans. Her polar-white features went into a smirk as Juem became curious of Ionni's actions, and brushed her silver hair back again thoughtfully. Ionni was really disturbing in a way... there was just something about her... Her eyes narrowed as a sudden thought sprang into her head, and she hissed softly. No.. but could she be? Her gaze followed the femme running to the pond by the damaged hunting-lodge, clearly deep in thought. "Who's going after her?" she said finally, watching her companions with a cheeky grin.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Err anybody gonna reply?</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorreh! Was bzz....and forgetful. X_X... Very sorry for the shortness</td></tr></table> Juem watched at Ionne wandered off to swim. He decided to leave the femme alone. She was kinda scaring him. Rhy had commented on who'd be going after the femme. Well, it wouldn't be him. He turned towards Dyyp. Now he wanted some directions. <span style='color:steelblue'>Hey do you know the way to Bhim Market?</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>No.</span> Dyyp said, not even turning around. <span style='color:yellow'>I'm lost, too...</span> she said dejectedly. <span style='color:purple'>Get over it,</span> Abel said. Dyyp sighed sadly and continued away, pulling her hood on again. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>*is having writers block* ARRRGH!!! *puts on wooden leg and struts around with a parrot on shoulder* YARRRRRRGH! :P </td></tr></table>
"You would do, if you had wings," Havana replied, pointing to her own. "I know the way." She rested her head against the trunk of the tree, stroking her pink feathers contentedly. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>It seems I'm having writer's block too... I can't realleh think of anything. *stares at Ad'elos for a while* Avast, ye landlubbers!</td></tr></table>
