Post by angel624 on Apr 13, 2010 22:11:46 GMT -5
Basically, press 'Crtl V' or right-click the mouse and post whatever gets pasted. ^^
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Pirateperch's memory of the rest of the night was hazy. All she was aware of was lying on her father's dead body, screeching and wailing as any mourning Night Fury would. One of the other Night Furies had protected her as she lay there; she wished she had seen who he was so she could thank him.
Another sinking feeling had developed in her stomach. She had nothing to return to the Queen Dragon. Usually, a Night Fury would be given the spoils of war as a thanks for protecting the raiding party. But the group had returned to the cave without them. She had no time or strength to find food.
The Queen Dragon began to whisper. All Deaths were the same: omniscient omnipotent when it came to speaking to whatever group of dragons they ruled. A whispered song in her mind.
You've plenty of food...it lies there at your feet...
Pirateperch wanted to vomit. My father?! she gasped; in her distraught, she was disrespecting the Queen Dragon. She most likely would have to pay later. How disrespectful! I couldn't turn my father's flesh into food!
Another whispered song came to Pirateperch's mind: We are all, in a sense, supper. Even I shall be supper for worms one day. If a Red Death such as myself shall become supper, then what does it matter if an empty, measley body becomes supper?
Pirateperch squeaked in horror. Before she could reply, she could hear the Call. Sense it, rather. It was too much of a hold on her...she grabbed the worm-supper by the scruff of its neck and began to fly off as one last solo came to her mind:
Besides, my dear...you don't have a choice...
(Do not ask me WHY this was so dark. I don't know. ^^
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Yaaaaay roleplay segments!
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Pirateperch's memory of the rest of the night was hazy. All she was aware of was lying on her father's dead body, screeching and wailing as any mourning Night Fury would. One of the other Night Furies had protected her as she lay there; she wished she had seen who he was so she could thank him.
Another sinking feeling had developed in her stomach. She had nothing to return to the Queen Dragon. Usually, a Night Fury would be given the spoils of war as a thanks for protecting the raiding party. But the group had returned to the cave without them. She had no time or strength to find food.
The Queen Dragon began to whisper. All Deaths were the same: omniscient omnipotent when it came to speaking to whatever group of dragons they ruled. A whispered song in her mind.
You've plenty of food...it lies there at your feet...
Pirateperch wanted to vomit. My father?! she gasped; in her distraught, she was disrespecting the Queen Dragon. She most likely would have to pay later. How disrespectful! I couldn't turn my father's flesh into food!
Another whispered song came to Pirateperch's mind: We are all, in a sense, supper. Even I shall be supper for worms one day. If a Red Death such as myself shall become supper, then what does it matter if an empty, measley body becomes supper?
Pirateperch squeaked in horror. Before she could reply, she could hear the Call. Sense it, rather. It was too much of a hold on her...she grabbed the worm-supper by the scruff of its neck and began to fly off as one last solo came to her mind:
Besides, my dear...you don't have a choice...
(Do not ask me WHY this was so dark. I don't know. ^^
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Yaaaaay roleplay segments!