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Dragon of the Night Sky
STATUS: Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up! 11 yrs ago
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Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
11 yrs ago
Doge~
11 yrs ago
Nevermind.
11 yrs ago
I'm back~
11 yrs ago
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Are we done with the interactions?
Actually, I was thinking of another title. It doesn't even have to be Italian.
Bump.
So it's "lo"?
Isn't the Italian word for 'the" "di"?
Never learned Italian... I do know some German.
Never learned Italian... I do know some German.
How does "The Eleventh Generation" in Italian sound like as a title name?
I know, but Mouse was saying that she would make the actual plot section of the RP. We've been waiting for it. XD
Yay!
Now... where is everyone else's forms?
We have Sun, Rain, Cloud, Sky, Lightning, and Storm. Unless Mist posted their form already and we didn't see.
EDIT: I ALWAYS MISS MIST
IT'S LIKE THE WORD ITSELF IS AN ILLUSION TO ME-
Now... where is everyone else's forms?
We have Sun, Rain, Cloud, Sky, Lightning, and Storm. Unless Mist posted their form already and we didn't see.
EDIT: I ALWAYS MISS MIST
IT'S LIKE THE WORD ITSELF IS AN ILLUSION TO ME-
Poor Talbot...
The healer blinked when Zaino mentioned someone by the name of ‘Octopus Head’. Who was that? She didn’t know anything about someone who was named Octopus Head. He shifted slightly in his bed, pulling over the covers and taking on a relaxed position. Ah, he was going to bed. He told her that she should as well. ”I should.” she replied, voice curt. She had been troubled by their discussion. Why he thought of them in that way, she didn’t know. ”Goodnight.” and with that, she turned and left the room.
Her thoughts wandered as she walked down the hall, keeping her eyes firmly planted on the ground. The night was chilly, and she rubbed her arms, trembling at the slight breeze that slithered its way between the cracks in the wall. It’s hard to believe a desert can be so hot in the day and so cold in the night, she thought. … I wish it was just like Ylisse. Moderate. Yet, she knew that she wouldn’t go back to Ylisse, not as long as Darrian was on the throne. She lifted her eyes and glanced at a doorway as some feminine voices spilled from a room. Ah, didn’t that woman say that the musician was alive?
She had to see this for herself.
Ambra gingerly stepped into the room, her eyes wide as she saw the crippled form in the bed. He had been coughing, and now he was wheezing wildly. I hope they are treating him well. He looks stressed. ”It seems that he is doing well. There is a spark of determination in his eye.”
The musician ignored her, that is, before he gave her a glower. She laughed a bit, and turned toward the person to her left. ”You’re a Cleric, aren’t you? Or Troubadour? Anyways, there’s a man in the next room that’s in need of proper healing. I can only do so much with herbal remedies.” she dipped her head and smiled softly at the new face, before turning away and walking to her room.
I need a good rest…
Her thoughts wandered as she walked down the hall, keeping her eyes firmly planted on the ground. The night was chilly, and she rubbed her arms, trembling at the slight breeze that slithered its way between the cracks in the wall. It’s hard to believe a desert can be so hot in the day and so cold in the night, she thought. … I wish it was just like Ylisse. Moderate. Yet, she knew that she wouldn’t go back to Ylisse, not as long as Darrian was on the throne. She lifted her eyes and glanced at a doorway as some feminine voices spilled from a room. Ah, didn’t that woman say that the musician was alive?
She had to see this for herself.
Ambra gingerly stepped into the room, her eyes wide as she saw the crippled form in the bed. He had been coughing, and now he was wheezing wildly. I hope they are treating him well. He looks stressed. ”It seems that he is doing well. There is a spark of determination in his eye.”
The musician ignored her, that is, before he gave her a glower. She laughed a bit, and turned toward the person to her left. ”You’re a Cleric, aren’t you? Or Troubadour? Anyways, there’s a man in the next room that’s in need of proper healing. I can only do so much with herbal remedies.” she dipped her head and smiled softly at the new face, before turning away and walking to her room.
I need a good rest…
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