Riding on the Wind

Thread in 'Ramathian Scrolls' started by DeathFire, Apr 4, 2013.

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  1. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Mia (Winter), 81380 day 13
    Who:http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1014Fusajfulc 'Thememd' Femd</a>
    Wearing:Her Normasl Clothes</td></tr></table>


    Fusa slipped through the boxes on a pier. She avoided 'dragons with great agilaty. She opened her wings and glided from house top to house top. She scrambled to the boxes that held fish and and looked around. Her large tail was flick impatiently. "<span style='color:darkblue'>Where is it, where is the shiney boat?</span>" she thought.

    There were things on that boat that were hers, but they had been stolen. She needed help, but how would she get it with her shyness? She began to panic, she was now searching evey boat, the unshiney, the mucky, the garbage boats.
     
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    My third attempt at getting Polly in a thread. Hello! ^^

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    A modest boat anchored near one of the vessels the fey searched contained a single Lukuo. White he was, moth wings folded primly across his back. Many of his eyeballs were closed, save for Number Three -- the one which formed a triangle of sorts with his two 'normal' eyes, their blank slate-goldeness looking tired. Number Three itself, bedazzling ginger, happened to turn upon Fusa, alerting Apollo to her plight.

    "Ahoy there," he called, leaning over the bulkhead. "You appear to be searching for something. Need any help?"

    He was in a generous mood.
     
  3. When she heard a voice her brain locked. Someone saw her, she didn't like that. "<span style='color:darkblue'>well...</span>" he voice was barely audiable. She didn't want to make contact with anyone tonight, all her books on cryokinesis were gone and she could't lose those before she started school. She was in a bad mood indeed.
     
  4. He lifted a single eyebrow. Sometimes the Lukuo's out-going nature daunted others, and he wondered if the fey was merely shy. Flicking his wings, Apollo smiled good-naturedly, hoping he didn't seem too intimidating. "If I can be of the slightest assistance, ma'am, please don't hesitate to ask."
     
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