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Post by Bacon on Jul 7, 2007 13:19:04 GMT -5
"Not just a cat... a jaguar." Kazic grumbled to himself, then added to Lucifer, "What kind of cats are you talking about? A fall is one thing, but falling from so high is quite another thing. Especially with so many branches in the way."
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Post by Shadaras on Jul 7, 2007 13:22:46 GMT -5
Lucifer shrugged. "Cats in general. And perhaps if I knew how high you were dropped from I would change my opinion, but not knowing, and seeing as you kept your balance on that branch for as long as you did, I see no reason for you to need help getting down from it."
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Post by Bacon on Jul 7, 2007 13:26:21 GMT -5
"It wasn't a manner of balance. I caught the branch with my two forepaws, I didn't gracefully glide onto it on all fours. It was a matter of grip."
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Post by Shadaras on Jul 7, 2007 13:27:23 GMT -5
((Bac-Man, did you actually say that Kazic fell onto the branch like that? If so, my arguments are nullified. If not, then yours doesn't count.))
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Post by Bacon on Jul 7, 2007 13:32:26 GMT -5
((I forgot to mention it, but that's what I meant at the time))
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Post by Shadaras on Jul 7, 2007 13:36:46 GMT -5
((Ah. Sorry, then. We can't go back in time to fix it, so you'll have to live with it being this way.))
Lucifer, finally realizing he was diggin his claws into the tree, withdrew them. "It isn't a matter of where or how you gripped it. Just a matter of strength to weight. You, a jaguar, can most definatly pull yourself up onto a branch if you have a good enough grip on it. I don't see what you're so concerned about."
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Post by Bacon on Jul 7, 2007 13:48:34 GMT -5
Kazic bristled and, realizing the conversation was going nowhere, made no comment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2007 18:55:49 GMT -5
Sighing Alistair raised his hands. "Okay, alright. No more arguing. Have you no manners? You both make bad guests, more like intruders, making all that noise whilst you flap those jaws of yours. It doesn't matter, what matters is getting out of this forest." He turned to Father Elm and the faerie once more. "Would you please explain to us what this forest is?"
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Post by zarikrahia on Jul 7, 2007 23:24:24 GMT -5
'I'd like to know as well. Where ever this place is, it's sending my scales overboard.' Lyrra gestured towards her scale-topped staff. One cup was filled with a slightly glowing dust, the other with water. They emptied and refilled at random, going up-and-down constantly. Lyrra eyed them mistrustfully.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2007 8:03:29 GMT -5
The centaur shrugged. "All I know is that the forest is called Ayvir, and no one can get out unless the forest wants out. Thus, this lady was going to tell us."
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Post by zarikrahia on Jul 8, 2007 14:42:53 GMT -5
'Oh. STOP IT!' Lyrra grabbed one end of her Scales and held it, letting go slowly. The scales topped moving and sat quietly on top of the staff. 'I hate it when this thing goes haywire.' she muttered.
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Post by Bacon on Jul 8, 2007 14:52:35 GMT -5
Over-bored? Hay-wire? Kazic wondered to himself, Whoever, whatever this is, she certainly talks strangely... Even more than Raff does.
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Post by zarikrahia on Jul 9, 2007 18:55:16 GMT -5
Apparently satisfied with the condition of her scales, Lyrra crouched and examined a patch of moss. 'I though this subspecies had died out a while ago.'
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Post by costaricangirl on Jul 11, 2007 13:27:54 GMT -5
(*Pokes Fen* Gwin is a pixie, not a faerie. xD)
Gwin surveyed this unlikely group of strangers and sighed.
"Ayvir is beyond explanation," she said mysteriously. "Many have tried to understand it, and they have all failed. Ayvir has a mind of its own... That's all I can say."
Terrence looked smug, expecting baffled looks from the others.
Suddenly large booms and thuds were heard from all around, shaking the forest floor and causing Gwin to tumble off the branch she had been standing on. Terrence caught her with his practiced and agile wings easily, but he was worried. What had caused this disturbance?
"Father Elm!" Gwin panted, grasping Terrence's sleek feathers. "What was that?"
It took Father Elm a long while to reply, and when he did, his voice was quavering.
"It is them," he said. "They are back!"
And he refused to say more; it seemed his mind was paralyzed with fear.
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Post by zarikrahia on Jul 11, 2007 15:19:42 GMT -5
Lyrra's Violet Eyes widened. 'Who? What? How? Am I allowed to draw my weapon and whack someone with it? Am I being Annoying? Does anyone have water?' she said quickly. In answer to her last question, one side of here scales lifted up and dumped water on her, before refilling. 'Sorry...What was that?'
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