Last of Your Kind (Dragon Roleplay) **ACCEPTING**

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan picked up some of the ants, he laughed when some of the ants retaliated.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She smiles. "I don't think I like hunting, I don't like being quiet...."

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
He chuckles, "that explains a lot." He teases, then picks up the buffalo in his talons, and took off into the air.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She chuckled. "Well, you know. Why be quiet when you don't have to be?"

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Felmun

"What? What?" He asked, expecting Jackson to know the answer to everything. He gingerly poked the stone gently with a claw, and a protective dome appeared around it. He growled a bit, backing up.


Aemorniel

She fell silent as the symbols engraved in the blade of the sword began to move around, forming the words: "My brother is weakened. You are the reason"


Jonathan

He let the sword fall onto the ground, not flinching as it made a loud clatter. He took Aemorniel by the wrist, pulling her towards Elrohir and jumping on the back of the horse with her. He yelled something and they took off, full speed, down the hill.


(Pound's open by the way.)

[ghostie..]

Xa'limir
If Jackson ever takes you to Ellsemere, you will be forced to stay silent unless someone addresses you. He explains, flapping his wings once more, the buffalo extra weight. He lands on the brink of the cave, and drops the meat before letting Kwinerva off.

Jackson
"I don't...," He mumbles, reaching to touch the liquid container.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan carried some ants out of the anthill and showed them to Sythr. "Mama, look!"

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva
She gaasped, "thats absolutely horrible! What if i address someone?", she asked, slipping off his back and looking up at him.

[ghostie..]

Sythr
She smiles, and lowers her head to nuzzle his flank. "Wow, very impressive, Foalan." She says with a happy hum in her voice.

Xa'limir
Ellsemere is the Kingdom of the Elves. Elves consider themselves more important than humans, and if you addressed one, they'd either assume you a slave or a very uneducated human. He explains, looking at her. Especially the Queen.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan smiled and put the ants down, watching them scurry back to the anthill.