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9 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
9 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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9 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
9 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

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Mithera sighed, knowing this would not end well if it went on for any longer. She reached up and clawed at Jamie's shirt, getting his attention the best she can before motioning a paw towards Melina, then at herself. She knew that the person ratting on them would not be particularly happy about this, and she closed her eyes, expecting the worst possible reaction from Jamie. Her body tensed a little.

Melina rolled her eyes. "I think the person who's telling me to blackmail Mayt will understand." It's obvious she's still up for the fight, but she is getting the idea she shouldn't get in a fight. Either not right now or not with Master Jamie. For the sake of safety however, she drew her dagger a little, letting the grip rest calmly in her hand. She looked around at the people around, judging who would and who wouldn't try to stop her. "Besides, it's only a setback for me if I stop, no real losses besides time." She chuckles a little to herself, thinking about how her blackmail-ee would react to the news she had no reason to keep his mother alive anymore.
Mithera was glad he loosened up his grip, and she climbed up so that she was balancing on his arm to some extent, not trying to get away. Once she was balanced she did her best at lying down, staring at the ground and waiting for the conversation to finish. She hoped Melina wouldn't say anything too stupid.

Melina rolled her eyes. "I'm doing it because I'm told to. And I've joined in a blood pact that disallows me from telling who exactly." Her hands dropped to her hips, one by her dagger, then other riding her shirt up a little, revealing her stomach. "I have places to be. Can you just let go of the dragon, I'll stop blackmailing Mayt, and we can both be on our way. Though, if it must come down to combat." She smirks gleefully. "I've been needing magical influx recently." A bloodthirsty look crosses her face for a moment, before she drops it. Her eyes challenge Jamie to fight her.
Hi caits! Good to know you're here even when we don't call for you.
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Username: Burthstone
Name: Mira Kinnel
Age: 21
Gender: F
Birthday/Zodiac: April 20/Ares
Allegiance: Other
Class: Myrmidon --> Assassin
Weapons: Iron Sword, Mirivel (Forged Silver Sword)
Appearance+Clothing:

Personality: Very friendly and very outgoing, willing to give away most anything she has if she can afford to, but can be very commanding and stubborn.

History: Mira Kinnel was born just before midnight April 20th, fifteen minutes before her twin brother was born on the 21st of April. Her parents were on the richer side of things. Mira and her Brother grew up in the best environment her parents could provide. As she grew up, she was almost always in competition with her brother. Always wanting to be better than her brother.

One of the most competitive of all the things they competed was swordplay. Their Father and Mother both believed that they should both learn how to fight, and since they had been competitive almost since birth, they decided it was best to make it a competition. Both Mira and her brother quickly became competent sword fighters, and good friends.

However, trouble came when her parents started to gain political power. The Grimleal noticed almost immediately, and started putting pressure on them to operate and work towards the same goal as them. Mira’s parents resisted, and soon threats of physical harm were received, immediately leading to both her and her brother being sent to Ferox at age 19. They were given enough money to get by, but haven’t once received word from their parents since then. Recently their money ran out, and now they’re trying to get a job for the first time in their lives. Miren as a Blacksmith and Mira as a cook. It hasn’t worked out well, and they’ve been unable to hold it steadily.

Ability: Skilled at swordsmanship, but really shines most when it comes to footwork, such as dancing, or moving around a strike.

Quirk: She hums and sings quietly whenever she’s doing a task, especially catchy tunes, she also is a pretty good cook.

Strengths: Can cook fairly well, can dodge slow strikes with ease, and is fairly outgoing.

Weaknesses: Believes someone will always come and save her, has only recently started to live without a home,

Likes: Food, Freedom, Dragons

Dislikes: Not being allowed to do things, monkeys, being alone, and killing.

Other: “Can we go already?” Left Handed
Mithera just struggled against Master Jamie, wishing she could get away from him. She gave a hopeful look to Melina, trying to break through the magic nullification field to give her some help on coming up with an idea what didn't compromise her plan but still got her free. Mithera tried to spread her wings, but they were just too weak to push Master Jamie's arms much. She finally gave up struggling, going limp in Master Jamie's arms.

Melina rolled her eyes, puling out a vial of blood from her pocket, She cassually threw it towards Master Jamie, but made sure it fell short, shattering on the ground between them. "There, I no longer have Mayt's blood." She crossed her arms. "Now let go of her." She kept her arms loose, ready to react to something being thrown at her suddenly. She knew Mithera hated to be held, and hated it more when she was being physically controlled. "At the very least, she can't do more than a cat could to you as is." That was a completely true fact, and Melina knew it. Mithera had explained her magic not long after they had made a blood covenant, and so Melina always kept enough food stored away in her various homes for Mithera to at least be able to change into her weakest combat form.
Mithera continued to struggle with Master Jamie, puffs of smoke coming out of her nose and puffs of fire whenever she gets her mouth a little open. She was whimpering louder and louder, but didn't fail to notice Sho ducking behind a building for a few moments. Her panic increased, and she tried harder to get out of Jamies grasp, whining loudly and her tail striking at his leg hatefully, her claws trying to grip the arm holding onto her so they can claw into the flesh.

Melina snorted, and started to walk past Master Jamie. "Can we at least take this outside first? I like the food here and being banned from the restaurant wouldn't be particularly nice." She pushes past him, and into the street, where she turns around, putting her hands on her hips, and looking Master Jamie over. "I am Melina, and I believe that is my dragon you're holding. I'd be willing to answer some questions if you'd kindly let her go." The snarl in her voice is unmistakable, but she obviously understands some courtesy.
Mithera made a loud, quiet annoying, almost squawk-like sound as she was grabbed up. She'd struggle to the best of her ability, biting, scratching, kicking, everything. She hated being picked up, and Master Jamie was just making her hate it more. She tried to suck in her gut and slip through the space between index finger and thumb, She continued trying to make noises to alert Melina, likely to only be shut up my baster Jamie as he pushed into the restaurant. Mithera kept making noise, but now it was just quiet, sad whimpering.

Melina sighed, getting up. No more waiting for Mithera. She left a few jems on her table as a tip, and gave the rest to the serve directly. She leaned back, stretching. Where are you Mithera? She thought out to her partner, glancing out the window. She sighed and shrugged, heading for the door. She could find Mithera, it may not be easy, but it's also pretty difficult to keep a shape shifter contained
Mithera risked letting out a sort of purr to Jamie's petting. Melina never petted her, maybe she would have to get her to do that some time. She also had enjoyed being called beautiful, een if she wasn't technically a dragon. Even in her S predator form, it didn't require a dragon-slayer to defeat her. Not by a bit, but that didn't make her much easier to beat. She shook herself a little, she didn't have to worry about fighting right now. All she had to worry about was this apparent girl who could change what she looked like. Mithera rubbed up against the spy before jumping down, gliding gracefully to the ground, and turning around in circles for a patch of dirt. She huffs and sits when she can't find one, then returns to searching, partially trying to find the edge of the magic nullification field.

Melina growled. Two more minutes, maximum. If she didn't get contact, she was going looking for her ally. Mithera was the one who came up with most of the plans, which Melina didn't mind, but she'd like her strategist to be alive to do her job. She slid a hand to her side and played with the hilt of her dagger, which was barely sticking out of her pants. She always kept it around, since it was a cutting edge, and cuts meant blood. She was aching to use it again, she wanted a fight she could easily win.
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