<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">ooc- yay! ic- d a y|| 29th m o n t h|| Dyo y e a r|| Year 2 c h a r a c t e r|| Raven Albaqurc m o o d|| relaxed the sun layed o'er the sky, giving sunlight to the pendragons and Flora. all felt so calm upon the Mansukh lands a small Niotie sat upon the arm terra, paws busy at work. her back was turned towards a small stream of cool liquid, ignoring all of the world around her. she had no worries in the open, knowing her mother only enjoys the darkness. mud splattered her paws as she practiced her chef skills...though none have been learned. leafs and pebbles were buryed within the mud-pie, pricking little Raven's paws "Yh kjug!"</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'><center><font size="1"><font color="gold"><font face="verdana"> day | 29th month | Dyo year | Year 2 character | Sierra Khaiv mood | B o r e d "Hillu shibi, lyssli umi. Qhes ebi oua guymp?" "Hello there, little one. What are you doing?" Came the tranquil vocals of a female from behind. Jovial smile tugged on the corners of her trim muzzle, audials swivled to catch the sounds from around. Plumed tassel wavered without endeavor, as she swirved around to be in front of the apprent young one, and recline to lithe haunches.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'> day | 29th month | Dyo year | Year 2 character | Relistt Ghyamez mood | annoyed » Relistt mumbled underneath his breath, silently cursing the other two. A femme and a young one. Ah, what wonderful luck had befallen him. Appendage coiled 'round a branch, quickly snapping it and dragging it t'wards the arden male. Critical gaze fell upon the young one, feline claws extracting from manus.  "Punmap Khelpjam...pym's cmyf hyf sy py umishemd jedhs." </font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">triangulars lifted forth from her skull, turning around to see the female adult. quickly, she stood up and dipped her maw in respect. wings fluttered as she did in ease, though feeling embaressed as she did. "E fut nucemd gea, nu'un..." smiled gently "Fyolp iyo leca sy sji tyna?" another voice echoed through her eardrums, seeing another adult. she would have showed her teeth, but that would be a foolish gesture to fight. instead she simply stood, staring up into the males face. (thinking)"Py mys ompaj atsenusa gogt.."</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'> » temper flared as angry snort was emitted from nostrils. "Iyo fell mys sall na fhus E fell ump fell mys py." solitary fang glistend slightly as the male's blood began to settle once again to a normal pace. "Atgakeulli raemd ut iyo uja...niotie." Relistt grunted in his own glory, although it was not as much fun to vituperate a pup.</font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center"> gaze drifted away from the males face, towards her paws. she shook inside, feeling as if something had dully shot her in the heart "Fhus py iyo naum..?" this would only make the sudden situation worse, showing the stupidity of an average Niotie. plume swayed back and forth, flame dimming in embaressment</font>
<font color='#A9BBBB'><p align=left>out of character.<p align=right> sam has invaded. ahaaha. <p align=left>in character.<p align=right> Yuck. A sunny day. Nothing dimmed the spirits of the young nioti, Yankee O'Driscoll, more than the blinding sun high in the blue sky, shining down on the earth. But, none the less, he was out strolling in an attempt to make the best of it. Dove coloured locks fell in a flawed line around his rigidly sculpted features, causing Yanks to lose most range of vision. Not that he cared, though. He continued on his rather unpleasant stroll, not caring in the least bit where he was going or where he would end up. He just wanted to get away. Away from everything. But mainly the strangled feeling of being confined to one place. Fate was an odd thing. It brought people together and tore them apart. Demolished empires that had just reached perfection. And it was fate that chanced Yankee to come across the same niotie he had found just a day or so before, collapsed in the mud. Funny how now she was playing with it. The sight brought a crooked grin to his features, though his daydreaming was short lived. It was rudely interrupted by the sharp tongue of the adult 'dragon. Funny. Yankee had only heard one other pendragon use cut-throat language; himself. His grin grew, until he realized the brute's words were directed towards Raven, who he fancied as a friend. A series of rapid blinks portrayed his utter confusion. Why was this fellow being mean to the seemingly innocent Raven? The mere throught brought out a distgusted growl from the nioti. <b style=color:deepskyblue>"My.. fhy py iyo shemc iyo uja? Fhus hut Raven pyma sy iyo?"[/b] A good chance to exercise his Ramathian. That's what he would've thought, were he not so flustered. Golden visuals held an almost demonic glow, narrowed to feline-like slits. He had refrained from saying anything graphic, how he did it was a mystery. The nioti had poor self control. But where he learned this 'vile' language was not so mysterious. When only a year or so old he lived with a tribe of vicious, pirate 'dragons. Well.. not exactly 'lived' with them. More as almost died. But enough about that. Yankee's entire being seemed to have been posessed by some sinister soul. An offensive stance was taken, though he hoped there would be no talon to tooth needed.</font>
<font color='#E6EEF1'><div align="center">ooc- News from Manfree: Consitering her computer has 5 viruses, Manfree can't open IE and she can't post ;;</font>
