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Well you already did haha.
Daydreaming once again of what lies beyond the mountains of the forest, Rin sat on the floor amongst the young hunters with his legs crossed, twirling a wooden arrow using his index and middle finger. His eyes focused on the lush, green grass beneath him, but his mind focused on adventure, as always. "My Alfort shall be the strongest!" a young hunter boasted to his group of friends. "Ha! My Alfort shall be the smartest!" Another retorted, proudly. Rin wasn't really mentally prepared for today, he was around Alfort constantly since he was a child, but to call one his own? For life? That was a strong commitment, one he was sure to give, but would he receive the same effort? And if so, would the Alfort stick by his side as he explored this vast and unknown world?
Rin didn't realize that the High Priestess had already begun speaking, and quickly jumped up, hoping not to be disrespectful. She addressed Evaline, the head hunter of the village. Rin was too accompany her and another at the edge of the forest. He wondered why only him and the other hunter were going to be with Evaline. Could the High Priestess sense some type of deformity in Rin? Was Evaline to be there for protection? Rin sighed, he felt uneasy today.
After the High Priestess finished her speech Rin reluctantly picked up his belongings from the ground and made his way to the edge of the forest.
Rin didn't realize that the High Priestess had already begun speaking, and quickly jumped up, hoping not to be disrespectful. She addressed Evaline, the head hunter of the village. Rin was too accompany her and another at the edge of the forest. He wondered why only him and the other hunter were going to be with Evaline. Could the High Priestess sense some type of deformity in Rin? Was Evaline to be there for protection? Rin sighed, he felt uneasy today.
After the High Priestess finished her speech Rin reluctantly picked up his belongings from the ground and made his way to the edge of the forest.
Dawnon Aeris said
Ilyr
How do you pronounce that :o
also, i'm going to wait for Swift's response before responding to the all mighty Makarov.
Dean could hear his heart beating as he sat still in the front seat of his truck, clenching the wheel with both hands. His chin lay on the top of the wheel as he observed a gas station from afar. He was in need of two things, gas and a radio. Obviously the gas is a priority and would come first, but if he had time to spare he would search the station for a radio. The gas station was small, and he decided a solid 10 minutes would suffice, but remained seated. He did this everytime before a gathering, searching for the perfect moment to make his move, sometimes only waiting a minute, sometimes ten minutes, sometimes half an hour. There really wasn't a way to describe a perfect moment, it was just a feeling, like a sixth sense.
Dean's eyes remained completely focused on the gas station, as still as he was. After about 5 more minutes, he set a timer for 10 minutes on his watch and bolted out the truck, reaching in the back for: an empty gas can, metal baseball bat, empty backpack, flashlight and a single wooden spear. He walked with haste towards the gas tanks, which unfortunately had to be activated from the inside. He quickly attached the nozzle from the pump to the empty gas can, then looked up to determine the number of the gas tank. "3" he whispers silently to himself as he cautiously made his way to the doors of the gas station. The backpack and wooden spear were slung over his shoulder as he gripped the baseball bat in his right hand and the flashlight in the other.
Slowly and silently as possible, Dean opened the door with his foot, shining the light into the gas station. Making an opening only enough for him to squeeze through, he made his way into the station, moving slowly as if stalking an animal in the forest. The first thing to do was make sure the station was empty, if he heard any unnatural noises he would leave immediately. This wasn't usually the case if someone was with him, but he was all alone. Checking the entire station took about a minute and thirty seconds, thankfully it was clear. Dean moved at a much faster pace but remained cautious. Hopping over the counter he searched for the button to allow gas through the tanks. "3" he whispers silently once more as he pressed a button labeled 3. "6 minutes" he whispered to himself after checking his watch.
Dean constantly looked around whilst pumping the gas, this part was always the worst to him when filling gas cans. He hated the waiting, it made him feel like an easy meal. When he finished, he checked his watch. "4 minutes" He whispered, and made his way back into the gas station. He opened the empty backpack and began to shove it with drinks, canned food, bread, etc, then made his way to the counter, grabbing some candy, cigarettes, cigars, and lighters. He didn't smoke, but had traded cigarettes and cigars in the past for food and shelter. Under the counter he spotted a box, and to his luck, it contained a radio. He felt somewhat happy. Well, happy was a strong word, more like accomplished. Examining it a bit he noticed it didn't have an antenna, he would have to craft one later.
Suddenly the timer went off, Dean hastily grabbed all his belongings and ran out the front door and to the truck, picking up the gas can along the way. He threw everything in the back except for his baseball bat, jumped into the car, turned on the engine and slowly made his way onto a dirt road through the forest. After driving for about 5 miles Dean came to a stop, and sat still for about 5 minutes before exiting the truck to fill the tank with gas. He did so cautiously, again constantly looking around the immediate area. Once he finished he put the gas can in the back and pulled out two maps and a red marker. The first map was a standard travelers map of the United States, and the second was a custom one drawn by Dean. He put an X over the gas station on his custom map and began to add the forest and road he was currently traveling on. He looked to his traveling map, and it seemed he was on the outskirts of Chicago. "Almost home," he said to himself. Dean folded up the maps and put them in the side pocket of his jacket, which also contained a picture of his mother. Hopping back into the truck, he continued driving.
Dean's eyes remained completely focused on the gas station, as still as he was. After about 5 more minutes, he set a timer for 10 minutes on his watch and bolted out the truck, reaching in the back for: an empty gas can, metal baseball bat, empty backpack, flashlight and a single wooden spear. He walked with haste towards the gas tanks, which unfortunately had to be activated from the inside. He quickly attached the nozzle from the pump to the empty gas can, then looked up to determine the number of the gas tank. "3" he whispers silently to himself as he cautiously made his way to the doors of the gas station. The backpack and wooden spear were slung over his shoulder as he gripped the baseball bat in his right hand and the flashlight in the other.
Slowly and silently as possible, Dean opened the door with his foot, shining the light into the gas station. Making an opening only enough for him to squeeze through, he made his way into the station, moving slowly as if stalking an animal in the forest. The first thing to do was make sure the station was empty, if he heard any unnatural noises he would leave immediately. This wasn't usually the case if someone was with him, but he was all alone. Checking the entire station took about a minute and thirty seconds, thankfully it was clear. Dean moved at a much faster pace but remained cautious. Hopping over the counter he searched for the button to allow gas through the tanks. "3" he whispers silently once more as he pressed a button labeled 3. "6 minutes" he whispered to himself after checking his watch.
Dean constantly looked around whilst pumping the gas, this part was always the worst to him when filling gas cans. He hated the waiting, it made him feel like an easy meal. When he finished, he checked his watch. "4 minutes" He whispered, and made his way back into the gas station. He opened the empty backpack and began to shove it with drinks, canned food, bread, etc, then made his way to the counter, grabbing some candy, cigarettes, cigars, and lighters. He didn't smoke, but had traded cigarettes and cigars in the past for food and shelter. Under the counter he spotted a box, and to his luck, it contained a radio. He felt somewhat happy. Well, happy was a strong word, more like accomplished. Examining it a bit he noticed it didn't have an antenna, he would have to craft one later.
Suddenly the timer went off, Dean hastily grabbed all his belongings and ran out the front door and to the truck, picking up the gas can along the way. He threw everything in the back except for his baseball bat, jumped into the car, turned on the engine and slowly made his way onto a dirt road through the forest. After driving for about 5 miles Dean came to a stop, and sat still for about 5 minutes before exiting the truck to fill the tank with gas. He did so cautiously, again constantly looking around the immediate area. Once he finished he put the gas can in the back and pulled out two maps and a red marker. The first map was a standard travelers map of the United States, and the second was a custom one drawn by Dean. He put an X over the gas station on his custom map and began to add the forest and road he was currently traveling on. He looked to his traveling map, and it seemed he was on the outskirts of Chicago. "Almost home," he said to himself. Dean folded up the maps and put them in the side pocket of his jacket, which also contained a picture of his mother. Hopping back into the truck, he continued driving.
"Pridemates should not fight,"
As the words left the animals mouth Rose couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt. This kind being was just as much family as the man she just struck with a chair. "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" She thought to herself, trying so hard not to be embarrassed caused the pain of one man and potentially another. Rose focused on herself, thus others were hurt. She had learned her very first lesson; put others first.
"He mocked me!" Rose protested, "As if i'm some tiny weakling to be pushed around, so I guess... I guess I wanted to prove him and everyone wrong, but... I don't know, I guess I may have overreacted a bit. I guess. I think i'm just in a bad mood." She crossed her arms, looking to the floor. In reality she was nervous, really nervous, but she wouldn't dare reveal that to anyone.
Rose looked up, locking eyes with the animal, "But, thank you for doing what you did. I appreciate it dearly," At that moment she realized this was the first time she encountered an animal such as this one, and was suddenly filled with curiosity. "You don't look like you're from around here, what's your name?"
As the words left the animals mouth Rose couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt. This kind being was just as much family as the man she just struck with a chair. "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" She thought to herself, trying so hard not to be embarrassed caused the pain of one man and potentially another. Rose focused on herself, thus others were hurt. She had learned her very first lesson; put others first.
"He mocked me!" Rose protested, "As if i'm some tiny weakling to be pushed around, so I guess... I guess I wanted to prove him and everyone wrong, but... I don't know, I guess I may have overreacted a bit. I guess. I think i'm just in a bad mood." She crossed her arms, looking to the floor. In reality she was nervous, really nervous, but she wouldn't dare reveal that to anyone.
Rose looked up, locking eyes with the animal, "But, thank you for doing what you did. I appreciate it dearly," At that moment she realized this was the first time she encountered an animal such as this one, and was suddenly filled with curiosity. "You don't look like you're from around here, what's your name?"
ho ho ho
Cynyr you sly puppy
Cynyr you sly puppy
Apokalipse said
Nah, I don't have a car. But if I did, bitches wouldn't even be allowed to SIT on my seats.
Bitch unless you can levitate you ain't getting a ride with me
It's cool haha i fixed it up.
Do those rules apply in real life? I'd be scared to cough lol.
Do those rules apply in real life? I'd be scared to cough lol.
Whoops, my bad Apokalipse, i'll edit my post in a sec.
Christopher payed close attention at what Max was saying. He didn't pick up any unusual scent, could the creature be under some type of cloak or disguise? What if it had been amongst the customers in the coffee shop? He pondered whether or not there could be more than one of the damn things but that was unlikely, although he didn't rule it out completely.
"Rules of the car: one, do not get any nasty shit on my leather; two, you get any ice anywhere in my car, I'll slit your throat; three, my car, my music. Last, but not least, you mention women being bad at driving one time - one fucking time - your ass is on the street."
Christopher raised his hand, "I'll pass, wouldn't want to get any fur on your leather," he announced sarcastically. He then made his way into an alleyway located next to the coffee shop. He was out of sight for about ten seconds when the sound of an engine revving could be heard. Christopher pulled out of the alleyway slowly on his motorcycle.
"I'll follow your lead Henry," he shouted over the sound of the engine.
"Rules of the car: one, do not get any nasty shit on my leather; two, you get any ice anywhere in my car, I'll slit your throat; three, my car, my music. Last, but not least, you mention women being bad at driving one time - one fucking time - your ass is on the street."
Christopher raised his hand, "I'll pass, wouldn't want to get any fur on your leather," he announced sarcastically. He then made his way into an alleyway located next to the coffee shop. He was out of sight for about ten seconds when the sound of an engine revving could be heard. Christopher pulled out of the alleyway slowly on his motorcycle.
"I'll follow your lead Henry," he shouted over the sound of the engine.
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