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Wounded
Aug 27, 2005 11:15:20 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Aug 27, 2005 11:15:20 GMT -5
Smoak followed softly, and was surprised, yet not, when he saw her wound heal before his eyes. He knew that the drake was strange, but this confirmed it. He was even more surprised when the pheonix called Fyrah Pyral. Everything was becoming clearer to him now.
But who was the pheonix? It was obvious that he was controlled by a god, but who? They obviously knew eachother, and both had a dislike for Hycroun. He decided to sit back and listen, for some things may be useful to him. He knew that their power was limited while they were mortals, so as soon as they left, he would have to move swiftly, so as not to arouse suspicioun.
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Kordymi
Hatchling
Retired and Inactive
Worship him!
Posts: 26
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Wounded
Aug 27, 2005 12:15:21 GMT -5
Post by Kordymi on Aug 27, 2005 12:15:21 GMT -5
"Well," She clacked the pheonix's beak together a shade nervously. Of course, Pyral wasn't weakening. Pyral was always strong. Could Kordymi ever convey how it felt? No, probably not. And the worst thing was, it wasn't just recent, it had been steady, over the last few centuries. It wasn't as if she would... would... stop (she couldn't bring herself to think the word 'die') if they stopped believing- would she?
No. No. A few miracles, some work, that's all it took. After fifty years of sleep, she felt weaker than ever, so it was probably time to make her presence known somehow anyway. But that was far beside the point.
"You're right, of course," sighed Kordymi, shaking her head the tiniest bit, "After all, that is your job. But my pool..." Ah, it was useless to stress the importance to someone who knew everything. Chatty by nature, she tried at least to explain this to Pyral before they moved on to her subject. "It used to be that up in the mountain I could just tune in like /this/ and-" she stopped, doing so as she spoke, almost unconciously, and an unmistakable presence flared like fire in her mind. One of her pets was so close! Listening, perhaps, to what they said? After all, it was her job to know- but in mortal form she couldn't. Couldn't get out of the creature's own mind to do so much as listen through his ears! Or even pick up his thoughts, as she was accustomed to! For Her sake!
As it was, all she could do was cut off and say quietly to Pyral- "I think we have an... unnwanted guest," flicking her eyes off towards the entrance to the alley. "Just as I was shutting up to let you talk, too." She shrugged her wings in apology, but she did talk a lot. She couldn't help it. Her voice was as low as Rehytion would go. "Sorry, I don't know who it is or what it wants. Maybe it doesn't even know we're here, but it's a bit close for comfort."
[Sorry if this post is too close to breaking some sort of godmoding rule, but it seems to make sense to me that Kordy would have an awareness of when her creatures approached.]
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Wounded
Aug 27, 2005 21:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Pyral on Aug 27, 2005 21:00:18 GMT -5
OOC: I'd say it's close, but you'd have to ask Smoak- he's kind of the one it's working against. BIC:
Pyral had looked around with Kordymi at the notice, searching for prying eyes. She couldn't sense the presence of mortals as Kordymi could. Her abilities her more honed than Pyrals. However, she took her word when she mentioned another presence. Who? It was a good question...one, perhaps, she would be able o solve once out of the refining shell of this body.
Assuming she was speaking lower than any watchers could hear, she replied, "Kordymi, locate the one who was too close. We may have to confront them later on though, so don't so anything rash." She paused, then continued, "I'll go and confront my cold sister."
She rose and shook the dust from her scales, motioning subtly with a claw that is was time for them to leave.
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Wounded
Sept 3, 2005 8:52:51 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Sept 3, 2005 8:52:51 GMT -5
Smoak shifted slightly. He had been noticed. Backing out softly, he whipped silently around the corner and spread his wings, soaring without a jump. He made his way quickly out of Pyrsh and it's surrounding aea, and now he was envelloped in the softly light of a newly dawning day.
As he flew, his mind went over the things he had found. Fyrah was in fact Pyral, who had gotten some interest in him for something he had done. Which means he had saved a God's life, well, mortal life. Which also means she was the one who had conjured up the storm in the first place! Was this all planned?
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Wounded
Sept 22, 2005 16:41:47 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Sept 22, 2005 16:41:47 GMT -5
ooc- Kordymi, your fine. You made it so I could change anything, so if you were worried, don't be. It helped, rather. It gave Smoak an excuse for leaving!
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Wounded
Sept 23, 2005 9:34:33 GMT -5
Post by Pyral on Sept 23, 2005 9:34:33 GMT -5
OOC: Don't think she's silent for fear of offending. Kordymi finds herself very...occupied by life at the moment. She might not be on much. But who am I to say such things? I've been neglectful, too. I shall go off to Goddom and give you two further reason to be active. Well, not now. My father is giving me crap and saying I have to wake up tomorrow. *mutters* I hate waking up on saturdays...
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Wounded
Sept 23, 2005 19:41:32 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Sept 23, 2005 19:41:32 GMT -5
ooc- I totally understand.... both with Saturdays and life... the reason i haven't been on is we moved and just now got internet..... my dad unhooked the compy suddenly, so I had no time to warn people...
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Wounded
Sept 25, 2005 0:23:21 GMT -5
Post by Pyral on Sept 25, 2005 0:23:21 GMT -5
OOC: *waves on* 'Tis nothing. Chill. We shall RP latah...
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Wounded
Sept 25, 2005 14:03:16 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Sept 25, 2005 14:03:16 GMT -5
ooc- kk
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Wounded
Sept 30, 2005 1:05:45 GMT -5
Post by Pyral on Sept 30, 2005 1:05:45 GMT -5
OOC: *panic* I was off at camp! All week! (Friggin tents were to d*mn hot) What did I miss?
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Wounded
Oct 4, 2005 17:10:37 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Oct 4, 2005 17:10:37 GMT -5
ooc- nothin really.....
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Post by Pyral on Oct 5, 2005 6:19:09 GMT -5
OOC: I see...Shall I send Pyral off after you now?
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Wounded
Oct 5, 2005 16:40:17 GMT -5
Post by Smoak on Oct 5, 2005 16:40:17 GMT -5
ooc- Sure! I'm gonna make this really twisted... he just met one of the goons working for the guy who killed his dad....
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Wounded
Oct 5, 2005 17:56:21 GMT -5
Post by Menzatyl on Oct 5, 2005 17:56:21 GMT -5
ooc-yeah and he turns out to be Menzatyl's older brother, and she kind of, um, interferes.
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Post by Pyral on Oct 6, 2005 4:07:06 GMT -5
OOC: *reading* So I see. Menzatyl, a lesson in Rp etiquette: When someone else creates a charater in their thread, you DO NOT claim that character as your own/name them and give them a persona UNLESS they give you permission to do so. I'm not scolding you, but do remember next time.
(Sammy, be a good little RPer. Or I may have to whack you with a dead possum.)
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