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5 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
What if *I* was the small creature all along?
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5 yrs ago
O . O staring
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6 yrs ago
OooooooOooOOOOooooooOOOOOooOoooooooOOooOOOOoooOo
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7 yrs ago
V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
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"I know you're out there . . ." muttered Kutur, aiming around wildly with his hand. Then, out of the corner of his eye, there was sudden movement! He flung the firebolt with all his might (not a lot) at where he thought he saw it. It arced towards it's intended target, and hit with a flash of erupting fire. There was the sound of howling, whimpering, and running off to roll in the fire-removing snow. Ok, fine. Maybe it was a dog.
Kutur stood out in the cold, listening to the wind for roughly thirty seconds. "Ok, maybe it was a dog," he concluded.
"Well, the people are nice enough. The storeowners, at least. The soup maker usually allows me a bowl a day." Jacquelyn responded. "I also run errands for a bit of coin to buy from the less altruistic ones." People always want mail delivered to their girlfriends who are angry at them by a young innocent looking girl, as if somehow it makes their 'I'm sorries' more valid.
"Or it could be an Air Elemental! Or a Snow Golem! Or one of those things where your head blows off if you stare at it long enough or say it's name!" Kutur grabbed his spellbook, flipped to a satisfactory page, and began mumbling one of the words on the page with the other hand outstretched. The hand suddenly flashed, and a glowing orb sat at it's palm.
Yeah, I get it (nudge nudge wink wink). He was thinking of ************** while **********ing in the ************* to the ******* XD.
A female, melted chocolate, and exotic fruits? Suddenly I'm curious as to what goes on in Arjun's head.
"Well, parents? I can't exactly tell you about them, because I would first have to know them. Where I live? In that village right there," she says as she points to the town. "I don't have a house to go to at the end of the night, unlike the other kids. Therefore, I can only say with certainty that I live in that village."
I know. In my head, I imagine the three of them standing in front of an 15 foot high cliff face scratching their heads because they aren't tall enough put together to scale it.
Jacquelyn walks in through the door, and briefly wonders about what idea the man must have had late in the night that inspired him to install a door on a wagon. Inside, there was a woman (Bridget, she remembered). Jacquelyn supposes she was supposed to speak to her.
"Alright, I'm going," sighed Jacquelyn as she hopped out of the wagon to go follow the caravan master. "It might be worth noting that I am completely unable to dance," she said as she caught up to him.
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