There's gryphons in dragon age? How did I not know this? How?! *flails*
Ooh, dinosaurs would be fun to draw! do it, Taco! Go!
Ooh, dinosaurs would be fun to draw! do it, Taco! Go!
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We should do this! We should! We should! Also, I can't do birds either. I have a gryphon waiting on me to finish his feet and neck because argh feathers! And bird feet! Birdfeet are also argh! But I will oh so happily do art challenges with you and we will practise together and yes! Please!
Heh, I have to go get a new debit card because they haven't sent me one in the mail yet and it is totally expired. But I'm still sitting at my computer instead, because rping is so much more fun. Yissyissyiss. Now is totally the best time for a full day of rping. Yepyepyepyepyep. ;)
Heh, I have to go get a new debit card because they haven't sent me one in the mail yet and it is totally expired. But I'm still sitting at my computer instead, because rping is so much more fun. Yissyissyiss. Now is totally the best time for a full day of rping. Yepyepyepyepyep. ;)
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lol all of the responsibility avoiding! It's a thing.
I dunno why human faces are any different than other animal faces, they just somehow are. Maybe I just haven't practised enough. Actually, I know that's the problem. Heh, but I'm sure there's something else. Yes, maybe, possibly?
I dunno why human faces are any different than other animal faces, they just somehow are. Maybe I just haven't practised enough. Actually, I know that's the problem. Heh, but I'm sure there's something else. Yes, maybe, possibly?
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You should pester me to draw Mattie boy. I need to draw him. I really do, but I have no idea how to draw people. Argh! Make me feel guilty for not giving you a character sketch. Do it! Please? (why am I asking you to guilt trip me???? I don't know!) Help? *runs away and hides*
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Breath loud and heartbeat deafening, Matiir still jerked halfway to his knees when the human started laughing. A sound too wild for him to understand. Noise was meant to draw in or chase away, she just sounded like it hurt...
The movement made every muscle twinge and pull as he twisted his head around to stare at her, and he grimaced, huffing out the breath that had hitched in his throat with renewed fear as he realised there was no greater danger to continue running from. But the growing ache told him that the river was no kind sanctuary just then. Cold water wearing at his bones. He didn’t want to move, lying in the shallows, chin brushing the rippled surface, wet grass and cool damp reaching his nose from the bank behind him, the water numbed his wrists and he almost forgot about the shackles still tying him to the woman resting on top of that grass and mud.
Shaking his head with a snort as her laughter faded, he yawned widely, snorting again to keep his nose clear of old scents. If something else came near, he wanted to know before it reached them. But he also wanted to sleep, and hide, and hunt. And he wanted to do all that, somewhere she wasn’t.
A steady look towards the human lying, quietly now, body dappled by faint shadows upon darker shadows, the moon barely present in the sky. He turned away again, and bent his head to lap at the water, though his tongue was less suited now to the chore, and raised his gaze to the opposite shore as he drank, watching and listening. There was nothing nearby, not that he could tell. The forest was quiet, but a bird was calling, and a fish jumped. Wind whispered. This part of the forest was still alive. No hunter hungry for more than meat. Good. He didn’t want to run anymore.
When his throat was eased, and his stomach started to rebel at the too cool water, he forced himself onto his hands and knees to crawl back up the bank he’d slid down, longer legs a boon in that all he had to do was stand instead of jump to reach the top, though it still took too much effort. He left long scratches behind him in the mud, and was quite well covered on his arms and lower half when he came up beside Samaire and shook himself off. With no fur to hold the water, he accomplished very little, though his loose hair did spray more than a few drops about him. So he elected to roll in the grass instead. Not all of it had been watered by the storm, and the crushed stalks stole the human scent from him as he went. They also got rid of some of the mud, but he continued past the point of drying off and enjoyed the luxury that partial freedom had afforded him.
Pushing away from a tree and curving his spine back as he rubbed his head against the ground, he only stopped when his forehead came up against the chain that followed him. He gave it a hard stare before rolling onto his elbows, back twisted and legs stretched out behind him, grass caught in his increasingly tangled hair. His only defense against it seemed to be ignoring its existence, so he did. Turning his head to attend to a scratch on his shoulder.
The movement made every muscle twinge and pull as he twisted his head around to stare at her, and he grimaced, huffing out the breath that had hitched in his throat with renewed fear as he realised there was no greater danger to continue running from. But the growing ache told him that the river was no kind sanctuary just then. Cold water wearing at his bones. He didn’t want to move, lying in the shallows, chin brushing the rippled surface, wet grass and cool damp reaching his nose from the bank behind him, the water numbed his wrists and he almost forgot about the shackles still tying him to the woman resting on top of that grass and mud.
Shaking his head with a snort as her laughter faded, he yawned widely, snorting again to keep his nose clear of old scents. If something else came near, he wanted to know before it reached them. But he also wanted to sleep, and hide, and hunt. And he wanted to do all that, somewhere she wasn’t.
A steady look towards the human lying, quietly now, body dappled by faint shadows upon darker shadows, the moon barely present in the sky. He turned away again, and bent his head to lap at the water, though his tongue was less suited now to the chore, and raised his gaze to the opposite shore as he drank, watching and listening. There was nothing nearby, not that he could tell. The forest was quiet, but a bird was calling, and a fish jumped. Wind whispered. This part of the forest was still alive. No hunter hungry for more than meat. Good. He didn’t want to run anymore.
When his throat was eased, and his stomach started to rebel at the too cool water, he forced himself onto his hands and knees to crawl back up the bank he’d slid down, longer legs a boon in that all he had to do was stand instead of jump to reach the top, though it still took too much effort. He left long scratches behind him in the mud, and was quite well covered on his arms and lower half when he came up beside Samaire and shook himself off. With no fur to hold the water, he accomplished very little, though his loose hair did spray more than a few drops about him. So he elected to roll in the grass instead. Not all of it had been watered by the storm, and the crushed stalks stole the human scent from him as he went. They also got rid of some of the mud, but he continued past the point of drying off and enjoyed the luxury that partial freedom had afforded him.
Pushing away from a tree and curving his spine back as he rubbed his head against the ground, he only stopped when his forehead came up against the chain that followed him. He gave it a hard stare before rolling onto his elbows, back twisted and legs stretched out behind him, grass caught in his increasingly tangled hair. His only defense against it seemed to be ignoring its existence, so he did. Turning his head to attend to a scratch on his shoulder.
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Whoot!
Plehn, elder and Hafsa all listened to what the king had to say, eager for any explanation of things they might have missed to ensure his daughter’s comfort. And rather grateful that he kept his pace to theirs. They could, of course, move faster when required, but the effort was rather more than any of them wanted to make under the sun, and the two old mers were slow. They had more weight to haul over the rocks and sand-grown grass.
When he called over one of his servants once they’d all made it to the tree, the few other mers with nothing to do trailing behind to slump together into another pile and doze, Plehn drew the servant aside so they could discuss the needs of the princess once the ceremony was finished. There had, of course, already been much talk of living necessities, food and shelter, and drink once the mers had been made aware of its importance. There was a little floating cabin being made, but though it was looking very well-built, it was not yet finished, and they wanted to ensure that, despite the king’s reassurances, his daughter would be comfortable while she awaited its completion.
“Aaah? Ayana?” Apparently she had already gotten something wrong, but Ayana did not seem concerned by it. So, Iri tried again, the other girl still speaking a little softly for her preferences, but, being closer, she was hopeful she’d heard her name properly this time. And then their differences were brought up, and she realised that was a very good point. They had absolutely nothing to say to each other because the only thing they had in common was that they knew very little about the other. And that was a good place to start. Asking questions and finding answers was a very good way of finding something to say without needing to worry that you might be making the other person bored. Or not like you.
Curious, just as Ayana thought, she bent around farther so she could look more closely at the princess’ legs when they shifted. “Yes, legs are funny. Like crab.” She snorted and tossed her head to get her hair out of the way, looking up when she continued, her skin changing colour. Not quite as smoothly as a cuttlefish, but certainly just as fascinating for the moment. She hadn’t know that humans could do that. She lifted a hand to touch her cheek, and grunted in surprise to find it warmer than she’d expected. But had different thoughts just then that she wanted to address. “What is books? And pritty?”
When he called over one of his servants once they’d all made it to the tree, the few other mers with nothing to do trailing behind to slump together into another pile and doze, Plehn drew the servant aside so they could discuss the needs of the princess once the ceremony was finished. There had, of course, already been much talk of living necessities, food and shelter, and drink once the mers had been made aware of its importance. There was a little floating cabin being made, but though it was looking very well-built, it was not yet finished, and they wanted to ensure that, despite the king’s reassurances, his daughter would be comfortable while she awaited its completion.
“Aaah? Ayana?” Apparently she had already gotten something wrong, but Ayana did not seem concerned by it. So, Iri tried again, the other girl still speaking a little softly for her preferences, but, being closer, she was hopeful she’d heard her name properly this time. And then their differences were brought up, and she realised that was a very good point. They had absolutely nothing to say to each other because the only thing they had in common was that they knew very little about the other. And that was a good place to start. Asking questions and finding answers was a very good way of finding something to say without needing to worry that you might be making the other person bored. Or not like you.
Curious, just as Ayana thought, she bent around farther so she could look more closely at the princess’ legs when they shifted. “Yes, legs are funny. Like crab.” She snorted and tossed her head to get her hair out of the way, looking up when she continued, her skin changing colour. Not quite as smoothly as a cuttlefish, but certainly just as fascinating for the moment. She hadn’t know that humans could do that. She lifted a hand to touch her cheek, and grunted in surprise to find it warmer than she’d expected. But had different thoughts just then that she wanted to address. “What is books? And pritty?”
Oh goodness yes! That is absolutely brilliant.
I'm sorry it's taking me so long to post, I'll probably be delayed until after Tuesday. Really sorry about this. And my lack of letting you know beforehand, I was hoping to get something up before I got into crunchmode.
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Lol, pooosssssibly. Yeah.
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