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Post by Serrion on Mar 3, 2008 11:06:33 GMT -5
"No, not necisarily. Just because Crimson says he's never met you before in a lifetime, isn't to say that Venus and Isandre havn't." He spoke softly.
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Post by Fury on Mar 3, 2008 15:56:22 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Sometimes I doubt I've ever had a past-life. I know nothing in comparison to the fact that everyone else seems to know so much... I feel like a hatchling sometimes."
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Post by Serrion on Mar 4, 2008 11:52:29 GMT -5
Serrion tilted his head and blinked, thinking for a moment. Then he smiled slightly. "Trust me... It gives you much to worry about. Many steps I can't take without wondering if I'm twisting everything else's fate in responce... I can't do anything without feeling Crimson worry if that is the right move, or if he's done it before... I think he's saved me from death a few times... But the worry of something terrible happening at any moment, or his warning me not to trust those who seem to want to help me gets terrible."
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Post by Fury on Mar 5, 2008 12:22:24 GMT -5
She nodded. "I know that... Though I wonder it anyway, and quite often. I always find myself wondering if I'm choosing the right side or if I'm just going to die through a turn of events that should never have occured. I have to admit it worries me sometimes that I-" Sheakria cut herself off, tossing her head in a frustrated manner. The light reflected off her emerald scales in a glittering effect, making her seem like some sort of green sunlight.
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Post by Serrion on Mar 6, 2008 11:05:39 GMT -5
Serrion blinked once and watched her, he tilted his head. "Would you like to get moving? We've been sitting around for awhile."
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Post by Fury on Mar 6, 2008 17:54:43 GMT -5
Sheakria nodded, stretching for a minute. She then flicked her wings in a semi-patient manner waiting for him to spread his.
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Post by Serrion on Mar 6, 2008 17:58:33 GMT -5
Serrion pushed his out and lowered his body, preparing to take off.
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Post by Fury on Mar 7, 2008 14:55:11 GMT -5
She snapped her wings open and lept into the air off her back legs in one fluid, practiced, movement. Sheakria flew beside him in a manner that showed her skill. Her wings were slightly folded to avoid hitting into him and yet open enough to glide without hardly needing to flap.
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