<font color='#FFFFFF'><div align="center"> occ tehe - hyper on frozen grapes. all are welcome..? *sits on Mimi's head* ic day. 12th quarter.. Dyo year... Year 2 character... Piro Springi mood.. singy stratosphere above worked with the hours created night once more to add to enternity. the sun grew tired and decided to let moon take over,, as if moon was a blanket of warmth. the cool fluid of Chafou created silent ripples to add to the night. a boulder above the stream held the soft weight of a 16 00 pendragon, staring up into the dim-lighted sky. his dirty mane danced with a zepher who seemed to like it. (o.o) the marking of a digger began to fade, bringing out the sooty tan within his coat. a soft serenade echoed through his vocals, and brought out through his maw in the Ramathian Language "Vli na sy sha nyym, Las na glui unymd sha tsujt. Las na taa fhus Tgjemd et leca ym qogesaj yj Nujt." the croon conferted him, thinking of all that was going on. the prison not to far off haunted his dreamland, crushing his sleep into a black hole, where he would soon be digging for a innocent crime. then his parents, fightingover and over again... his song stopped, continuing to gaze up into the sky "Fjymd gluka, us sha fjymd sena"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"><b style=color:#404040>S p e e c h[/b] › <b style=color:red>"In parenthesis and bolded"[/b] <b style=color:#404040>T h o u g h t s[/b] › <font color=red>Underlined</font> <b style=color:#404040>T e l e p a t h s[/b] › <font color=red>{In brackets}</font> <b style=color:#404040>C h a r a c t e r[/b] › Rouge ZOE-KINS! *pounce* It twas eventide, obscurity soon masqueraded the voluminous acreages in cryptical nadir... Yet the coruscation from the Ramathian moons sheathed a labyrinthine aurora over the shadows, like a battle between evil and good. However caliginosity monopolized for twilight was to it's advantage, the light would have to wait till the first radiate beams of emanation were to seep from behind the vast horizon in daybreak. But there in the encrypted velocity was a femora of dahlia chromatism- her vibrant crimson and alabaster pelt abetted her none in the art of camouflage. This pendragon was merely 1 500 years of age and far from her home in Swaraj where she spend nearly her entire life at the Janardan Academy. It was perplexing to wonder why a nioti had accidentally stumbled here... Out of all places... And how? Rouge was her branding-- the deaf, blind, and mute inventor... Those disabilities only made the predicament bewildering; but one could espy in the faint lambency a sophisticated device around her right forelimb... Rouge's features became frustrated as she pulled various mechanical tools from her knapsack which laid at her periphery. Despite her disabilities she sonorously unlatched the machina from her limb and began to work laboriously with it; her lithe perpendicular tail convoluted around her svelte hackles as she used it as an extra appendage. The she 'dragon was cutting, twisting, pulling, pushing, replacing wires, cables, and other various materials from the diminutive machina wrist band... Which turned out to be a teleportation contraption, one that Rouge had been working on tumultuously for nearly a year... Yet the instrument still had it's glitches, and to her disheartened spirit she wouldn't be going home anytime soon. With a cumbersome sigh she continued to endeavor- her analytical mentality wasn't one that easily gave up. Everything she had gone through in her petite lifetime had only made her a strong willed individual- abuse, near death, rejection, pain, despair, she had seen and felt it all but only more... Abruptly the a shiver ascended up her spine, the baritone vibrations of another- she could feel the sound waves but to her dismay not apprehend them. The femme 'dragon wasn't alone, and that was never good; considering the fact she constantly had assassins on her back, her parents and family were desperately trying to eliminate the "inferior" which happened to be... Rouge... She took a resonant breath, delicately chiseled crania inclined in various directions- though she couldn't physically "see", she could detect configuration heat, vibrations, and the electronically charged impulses emitted from a living creature's nervous system. All of her precocious senses could accurately project a picture of her abstruse surroundings... Placing her tools reticently upon the terra alba, femora crouched low to the earth- if it wasn't for her palpitating physic, Rouge could probably perambulate about unnoticed. Scarlet femora stood a diminutive foot high and virtually two feet long from the tip of her onyx muzzle to the base of her tail. She wasn't very impressive in stature and fairly average when it came to appearances but the femme certainly wasn't ugly at the same time. Beauty was a mere concealment; personality mattered more, at least in her adolescent mentality. Suddenly she balked after walking a few yards to the brink of a crystalline stream; her frame was still held low to the alluvium as her crania slowly ascended upward to kinesthesia another pendragon situated upon a boulder. Out of sheer nature she convoluted her configuration backward, quadrupeds tensed and emancipate propelling femora into a liquidized dash. She was scared, alone, and not taking a contingency of being killed by one of the numerous assassins her parents had rummaging her. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#FF0000'>Speech: "In parenthesis and bolded" Thoughts: Italicised Character: Fenris Fenris stumbled, trying to keep his balance, he cringed, he had to find help soon, he had fallen from one of the coastal cliffs, he was lucky that he could move, he noticed a 'dragon, and tried to call out to it, but only some blood came out, he was starting to feel dizzy, he threw a small flame, all that he could manage, into the sky hoping to get its attention, h tried to move again, he only got a few metres before collapsing again, C'mon, i need your help he dragged himslef forwards, then yelled "Help....... 'elp....." He fainted onto the ground his wound bleeding, his thoughts were amuck, colours racing across his eyes........</font>
<font color='#FF0000'>\\OoC// Deaf, blind, and mute.... Fenris cuold be in some trouble now lol.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><div align="center">ooc MIMI-LASS ic the view of another's flame and a cry for help distracted the 'dragon. triangulars lifted in alert, jumping. optics searched the area as he leaped forth from the rock. the smell of blood stiffened his nose, reminding him of the night he visited that prison... his stiffened nose hit the ground in search, temping to find whom ever shot that flame. the smell was near, the smell was hot like...burning rubber.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Sorry it took so long XD I was going to reply last night upon seeing your post Zoe but I crashed... Forgive thee. LOL! Anyhow... Sorta long roleplay on my behalf; may have a few errors, I'll be fixing that soon. The abrupt and intense flash of coruscation ascended into the obsidian abyss; such a conflagration which was hurled into the empyreans caused the young femora to leap forward in a perturbed nature, her spirit apprehensive. Pace liquidized into an expeditious run, her diminutive limbs epitomized and propagated like an earthen lion - Rouge was a petite creature, and her stature was what gave her impressive escaping abilities. She pushed herself to the breaking point, her breaths parturient, the she 'dragon had to keep running... She couldn't stop, least her parents win the unfair battle and the young femme's spirit would take the journey between that barrier of life and death. But than that atrocious stench of blood filled the atmospheric velocity causing the young femora to balk- someone was hurting, and despite the fact she thought another was on her tail... She had to find and help this individual. The she 'dragon stood reticently in the obscure nadir of the shadows; she could broadcast a telepath across the terrain in sheer hopes the other would respond. Rouge wasn't a healer, but she knew a few tricks of the trade - perhaps it was the fact she'd been injured a multifarious times, too many to cipher. Though if the opposing pendragon was seriously hurt, the femme had no way of abetting him. The she 'dragon had her mentality set, she'd take the contingency and broadcast a telepathic whisper- her message would radiate outward like ripples in a pond, anyone within a mile from her would receive the communication. <font color=red>{I know your close... I saw the flame... Please, if you can send another signal- perhaps than I can find and help you...}</font> Rouge did want to aid the hurting - though she was merely an apprentice in machina technology and space operations. Not a healer, doctor, surgeon or anything related to such trades. Perhaps she was blind, death, and mute but the greater vexation was the fact she knew only modicums of information when it came to healing wounds. She could bandage limbs, give pain killers, but nothing more... blind; The femme 'dragon perambulated upon the terra alba; scarlet atramentous oculars remained unfluctuating, tenaciously forward- her optics were just futile projections in her facial structure which abetted her none. She kept them open, yet they did nothing but glare forward a gaze which was penetrating and bleak. Rouge could do nothing to change that and her unwavering gaping glare did not express her affectionate nature but rather depicted her as a algid individual. deaf; Alabaster dappled auds which were obiculate laid plait along her dahlia pericranium, such organs could not apprehend auditory sound waves. Thus she couldn't hear, but eccentrically her ears swiveled about her crania as if she could actually distinguish what others were saying- yet that in itself was like fabricated lies. mute; crimson jowls never parted in colloquy; not an oral could be formed within her lingual cavity nor reverberated from minute larynx. Her deafness from birth had caused her to be mute aswell, and despite her teachers various efforts -- Rouge could not communicate verbally. Thus such a disability made her a sonorously reticent pendragon, one that never tried to acquaint herself with others unless the opposing telepathed first or she was placed within a dial situation. Despite her disabilities, the femora 'dragon had preserved over the lingering years; however such matters needed not to be dwelt upon at least at the present timing. No pity was needed for the young individual, she was born the way she was and nothing in the present timing could change that. Her analytical mentality was diverted toward finding the injured one; she had left her belongings behind, somewhere in the malachite jungle- what an imprudent decision that was... Something perhaps she'd later regret; seeing that the glitch cursed teleportation device was her only means of returning home. The loathsome smell of blood was getting stronger, Rouge was getting close and she knew it. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#FF0000'>\\OoC// Sorry frot he delay, I lost the board @_@ \\BiC// Fenris pricked up his ears as he heard a quiet voice in his head, he opened his eyes slowly, then, with his last remaining strength attempted Telepathy for the first time in his life. He was struggling to even think straight, as his mind drifted from consciousness, slowly killing him, but he must, must to survive. He focused his mind aswell as he could, but found himself swimming in his thoughts of helplessness. He lifted his head, and attempted to clear his mind again, he struggled to keep awake, struggling against destiny, struggling against death. He finally cleared his mind. {I'm here...... I'M HERE!} He tried projecting his thought from where he was, to where he wanted, but wasn't sure if he had even sent a message. He continued to struggle to stay awake, as his life drifted from his body, he then lay back down, preserving the last of his energy. He saw himself, walking along a path, towards memories of the past But... You're all dead, I can't see you, I'm not dead, I can't be dead, I-I would know if I was dead? Wouldn't I? Hecontinues walking towards them, but they continually moved bacwards, leading him towards a light, shining from the infinite beyond of the Universe. He quickly opened his eys and waited. Waited for what felt like hours, but was most likely only a matter of seconds. He couldn't tell, his eyes started to glaze over as he stared at the sky.</font>
