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Somebody owes me a new cinnamon roll!
1 yr ago
@Lord Wraith Yes I beleive the words I used were "Thank you, I don't want it right now but I will eat it later." That was yesterday at around 4pm, he ate it sometime between 11am and 8pm...
1 yr ago
If your roommate bought you food and you decided to save it for later, what is the acceptable time frame for it to be in the fridge before at is fair game? Discuss.
1 yr ago
Spring break! Means lots of time to write. ^-^
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Cool cool...makes perfect sense.
@rush99999 I would like to point out Aura very intentionally chose an elevation he would not be able to grab onto anything to move himself..
I mean...I could always attack someone with Hawk's Sting attack...there is a very slim chance that it causes the target to be knocked unconsious from poison...
@XxFellsingxX

Prolly only 5ft up honestly, Aura didn't wanna give him anything to grab onto to move himself with.
That man is going out the door. Aura has 10 minutes of concentration and an essentially weightless orc...

Flicker can do as they please but Aura has a plan.
Aura is still seated so this will be fun indeed if Gorgash doesn't fail the save...
I did consider also Hexing him but I felt like it was a waste of a spell slot...
@rush99999 Aura ain't proficient in any of that so she is just gunna float someone, well, attempt to...
With an annoyed sigh Aura turned in her chair to look at their orc "companion", the breeze that seemed to constantly flow through her long white hair having become a strong wind at this point as the Orc they had traveled, whom she had initially liked, was beginning to piss her off. Not only had they found out he had enjoyed doing the hag's dirty work but now he had decided to start insulting her party members. She no longer cared about the strange child and his...more than apparent anger issues.

"Oh, so the hag lover feels it has the right to talk about other people's gods and beleifs. That's rich honestly, you know I never really liked the generalization that your kind was stupid and brutish, unfortunatley you only seem to be proving them correct. Luckily we have you kin here to balance out the stupid. I suggest you shut your trap before I shut it for you, and while you are at it, your kindness is no longer welcome here we can pay for our own meals and drink. I would rather not use your soiled money anyway."

The she had a strange calm in her voice and the smile never left her face as she remained seated, the only thing suggesting her mood being the wind from nowhere whipping through her hair.




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| | Thursday, June 1st | |

The first day of the Summer Session of camp, it had been over a year since she became a permanent resident of the camp and yet the first day of summer still got her excited. Despite living at the camp full time now she did still regularly visit her family’s ranch. She had just returned from one such visit. She had been tense pretty much the entire time she was gone but the moment she stepped onto the campgrounds the night before she had immediately relaxed. She was always much more on edge away from camp, she supposed it was likely the reason she ended up getting into so many fights when she attended school.

The world outside of camp temporarily didn’t matter to Kris right now. After waking up, getting breakfast and grabbing her bow and arrows, she now headed for the stables. She hadn’t been expected to be back today so nobody expected her to work in the stables this morning. The brunette intended to take advantage of the time. She somehow managed to stop herself from practically sprinting to the stables. With it being early enough in the morning she didn’t run into anyone on her way which she was happy about. All she could think about right now was saddling Spirit up and hitting a trail, maybe even practicing some horseback archery. Not that she really needed the practice, she just liked doing it.

Kris hurried into the stables almost running straight past the pen Killian was lunging Arete in. Catching the two of them out of the corner of her eye she backpaddled a bit heading to the edge of the pen. She couldn’t help herself, it was almost instinct as she crafted a small harmless illusion swarm of butterflies in front of Killian’s face. Careful not to spook the pegasus but fully intending to at least slightly annoy the person she called her brother for the last 2 years.

“News spreads fast, heard you got into it the other night.” She had arrived back late last night so she hadn’t had much time to speak to anyone, most were asleep by the time she had gotten in but she still managed to get the cliff notes of what happened while she was gone. She paused for a moment. Kris knew better than to push Killian too hard so she switched gears. “I’m not technically supposed to be here yet but do you need help with anything? I guess I could pull some weight around here before I go for a ride.” She dismissed the butterflies as she asked, eyes moving from Killian to the pegasus in the pen with him.



The gentle beating of the animal's wings kept pace with that of his own heart - the peaceful solace that he’d found that morning was exactly what he needed. The stress of the last few days simply melting away into nothing as he continued to guide the creature in its exercise.

It was perfect.. Beautiful.

All of it, however, was broken the very second the familiar voice cut through the otherwise silence of the morning. Leaving the older of the two to clench his jaw in order to not groan aloud. It was too damn early in the morning- and the voice was too fucking grating, at least in this moment. But nevertheless, Killian allowed his head to drop back and to the side. Following after his gaze as it listfully found its way over to where his younger sister stood at the side of the pen. The butterflies an annoyance, sure.. but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t come to expect from her over the past year or so of having known one another.

“.. Flecha.. when have you known me not to get my knuckles bloody..?” The grin creeping, slowly, out over his chiseled features; Killian held his sister's gaze. Though for only a few short beats longer before his attention was divided once more. Half on her.. and the other half on the pegasus he was currently in the middle of handling, “.. Check the door to the feed room. Not that I don’t trust Malia to remember; but it was left open the other day and my dog got in. Last thing I need is Davies on my ass about spoiled feed..”




Kris nodded “Ten Four, oh, when you are done with whatever it is you need to do out here I am taking Spirit out for a ride, might do some archery and stuff but as always you are more than welcome to join me. Maybe I can get the juicy details of the fight from you.” With that she left to go check the feed door. She didn’t need an answer from Killian, he would either join her or he wouldn’t either way didn’t really bother her. She, of course, would like to get the full story straight from Killian, but it was up to him if he wanted to talk about it or not.

Kris double checked to make sure the door was closed before heading to where her horse was stalled. Spirit was exactly as one would expect a horse of his name to look, your classic buckskin mustang, one of the many her family’s ranch cared for. The horse had been her tenth birthday gift. Though he had been nothing but a fetus when she was told about him. She had to wait three whole months after she turned ten for his mother to give birth to him. It had been the longest 3 months of her life. It had been even longer before she could start riding him but in the time between Kris had been sure to take good care of him. He was her best friend, her soul horse, if you will, and she had refused to leave him on her family’s ranch when she became a full time camper a little over a year ago, much to her parent’s annoyance since it had been them who had to haul the horse from Colorado.

Shaking her head Kris returned to reality as she gave Spirit all the pets as well as a few treats she had snagged on the way over. After thoroughly loving on the horse Kris went to begin putting the saddle on him. One of the regular riding saddles she had as opposed to the armor and saddle she sometimes put the horse in. That gear was mostly reserved for events and such. Kris finished making sure everything was properly tightened and fastened, afterward she led Spirit out into the early morning air, mounted, and took off down her usual trail, one she had personally mounted several targets along so she could practice her mounted archery.

They easily blazed through the trail, both rider and horse being able to do the trail with their eyes closed at this point. After a quick pass back through to gather the arrows she shot that were solidly stuck in each of the targets the pair took to a simple leisure ride around the camp, eventually stopping at one of her favorite spots beside the river to relax. The early morning air always seemed to make this spot so much more enjoyable.
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