Feroc
Newish Person
well i'm back
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Post by Feroc on Nov 3, 2008 20:53:34 GMT -5
Flammen sat on a chair of staines red and yellow glass, sharply contrasting to the surrondings. Which were as always a bleak and depressing wasteland. This was one of his favorite places in the whole of the world. It was so easy to create and destroy, in fact if one flew over the landscape one would see a large battle that he had created heating up the sand and dirt to form life like glass figureines in the shape of huge foxes and wolves. A ancient battle that had been depicted from his past. He had created a fox army as a favor to Kletcheck to test her sons army. It had been a fun time. Well for himself anyway, the amry had been vain and Flammens own had decimated Ferocs host. Oh well back to business.
He was trying to construct himself a new arena, his old one was too far away to be of good use, so deciding to get some help, he sent out a mental calling to some Demi's at random, hopefully none of his enemys.
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Post by Farain on Nov 4, 2008 10:07:01 GMT -5
There was an old, gnarled tree, struggling to exist in the bleak, sun soaked, dry, loose soiled, windy desert. Against all odds it existed, had existed for years there, the slight burnished bronze color dulled by decades of sand.
This begged the question, though -- had it been there for decades a couple minutes ago?
The answer was as plain as the fruit on it's branches, one bright golden apple, on which, seemingly naturally grown, were the words "To the Prodigal Son." Subliminally, it also screeched "This fruit is delicious! Eat it, Flammen!"
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Post by Tyme on Nov 4, 2008 19:13:55 GMT -5
A flowing river poured down along the old tree for a moment before, Zana arrived. She shook her long curls free and frowned as she realized which demis she had come for. Flammen and Eris. Ugh. Were they having a love affair? That perked her up a bit. Still she stepped down towards the two with a blank neutral look. These were two demis she didn't want to get on the wrong hand with.
"Why did you call?" she asked sounding disturbingly Laverna-like when she did. Her golden eyes seemed more accentuated at that moment. After that she slid back into her usual flaunty expression. She was pondering whether she should leave or stay. If she left she might offned him and if she stayed she might get blown up. She had heard about the time when Flammen stormed in and burned Frackleth's daughter. Temper tantrums. That immediately brought a clear image of Larantia throwing torrents of icy water at Firia.
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