The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske & Me!)
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				Title: <strong>The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 11:33:11</strong>
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				This was not the first time she had gotten into a sticky situation, nor the last time Aeryn wagered. The reason for getting into such absurd positions, she deduced, was because she had a nasty habit of looking over her shoulder when she ran. Dodging arrows was much better then getting hit, she really needed to find a creature of whom had eyes in the back of their head. About three days ago she had taken a nasty slide down a beautiful little slope and into a trap that was impenetrable from the inside. While her twisted ankle had done a good job of healing itself, the men who were chasing her laughed and left her to the mercy or disposal of the wizard to whom this trap belonged. <br><br>This forest was not uninhabited. There was a wide range of magical creatures. Brave knights liked to hunt here, in order to bring back creatures to use, for what she couldn't even begin to imagine. Humans were indeed very strange. The first creature who had come by had been a human. After presenting himself to her he vowed to free her from her magical prison and whisk her back to his kingdom. She might not have understood what he meant by whisking but she definitely understood what he wanted to do after he had done said whisking. After spending half the day pounding the cage with various manners of rocks and twigs he left, vowing to go find help. He obviously found another maiden to whisk because he didn't return the following day. <br><br>If she hadn't have been so stubborn she might have been sitting back home waiting to take the throne of a secret society of matriarchal shape shifters. Having committed the ultimate travesty of taking the form of the high priestess herself, and going out to fraternize with the male enemy she was kicked out of their little faction forever. It wouldn't have been so bad, Aeryn could have made a living working in the village ten miles west of her home except she had a nasty five finger habit. She was like a crow, attracted to shiny objects. They had chased her out of town and she had moved too the next place which eventually led her to these damned woods. <br><br>Maybe she could work in the next city as a prostitute. Human men liked prostitutes, or so she had been told when she had unknowingly walked into a cat house thinking that it was some kind of bed and breakfast. Who knew that 'Good Eats' was a host for all manner of 'fun evening gals'. After offering her a room, which she declined, they directed her to a real hostel.Hostels weren't very nice. Aeryn had woken in the morning too the sound of snoring and sexual intercourse. What was with these humans and sex, they bred like jackrabbits. She had even gotten so salacious offers, and might have been inclined to accept, except she wanted to get an early start on the day.&nbsp; <br><br>As far as shape shifters went, Aeryn is one in a million. If shape shifters in general are summer, Aeryn is winter. Her skin is an unnatural shade of peach so light that she could blend in with morning snow. Her hair is an absurd white with small red wisps here and there, pulled back and decorated with a variety of shiny beads. Cobalt blue eyes stand out against the pale, like a black smudge on a white sheet of paper. She has a high brow and a pretty almond shaped inquisitive eye, the iris barely contained between the lids. Her lips are perfectly symmetrical, full both top and bottom. She has fairly well muscled legs and arms, a curvaceous upper body, and a nice firm round bottom.<br><br>"Hey! You get the hell back here..Please..Don't leave me here." The second to pass by had been a knight who had been on the trail of a beasty. He had been really nice to stop and attempt to get her free. Bashing the orb with his sword, likely to lob off her head if he actually did get through. She had responded with an array of pretty words and he, frustrated, had walked off, not willing to help any dirty mouthed gypsy girl. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 06:00:03</strong>
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				Evil.&nbsp; Farlig did not feel the word suited him.&nbsp; Quick tempered or vicious, perhaps, but not angry.&nbsp; Though his skin was red, his brow was horned, and his posterior sported a particularly spaded tail, he did not feel himself to be evil, as the paladins claimed he was.&nbsp; He took much too little pleasure in torturing others- unless, of course, they had attempted to torture him first.&nbsp; And although he was tall, thick muscled, with a distinct under-bite and the flat pointed ears of most ogres, he did not find himself to be a brute either.&nbsp; He was much too intelligent.<br><br>He had, once again, been chased from his home by an order of the paladins, and had been forced to relocate.&nbsp; He had been a baron a week ago, ruling a small farmstead in the Alkon province, after rescuing the king's daughter from a particularly foul dragon.&nbsp; Unwilling to marry off his daughter to the bastard child of a demon and an ogre, he offered Farlig a plot of land.&nbsp; Unwilling to marry a bitchy inbred slut, Farlig happily accepted, and quickly took a liking to his new life of luxury, where he spent all day racing the villagers about their chores.&nbsp; He could pull the plow faster than their fastest horse, and twice as long as their strongest ox.&nbsp; Every day he would return to the town to taunt them for their punyness, and would impose upon them a small tax, much less than any other barony would demand.&nbsp; But good times could never last, and the order of the silver knights had found him once again, and uprooted him from his home.&nbsp; But not before he had eaten their leader alive.&nbsp; He still had metal shards in his teeth from that meal.<br><br>Fed up with civilization and paladins, he had taken up residence in a cave in the midst of the enchanted forest.&nbsp; It was a dark, dank place, but he had adorned it with a number of candles, sofas, tapestries- and other civilized familiarities which he had looted from the last village he'd ransacked.<br><br>One day, Farlig found himself strolling through the woods, searching for an acceptable meal of a bear or an elk, when he heard a strange sound from a distance.&nbsp; His head perked up.&nbsp; He was starving, and if he was lucky, there was a possibility it might be food.&nbsp; He began to proceed towards the sound as quietly as he could, but, being an ogre he was only slightly quieter than a tap dancing hippo.&nbsp; Suddenly, he was surprised by a call from the path.<br><br>"You there, Ogre!&nbsp; There is a maiden trapped back in the woods, would you have any sort of totem or amulet from one of your many victims that might undo the magic that binds her."&nbsp; Called a man, dressed in a neat tin suit.&nbsp; His sword was drawn, and pointed straight towards Furlig.&nbsp; The ogre didn't like this much, but he was in enough troubles with the paladins.&nbsp; He was going to play it polite.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; I do.&nbsp; Do you want me to get it for you?"&nbsp; His voice was gruff, angry, strained, and borderline sarcastic- it was his best attempt at a pleasant tone.&nbsp; There was nothing he would abhor more than to give up some of his treasure to a paladin, but he was in a hurry.<br><br>"Then have at thee!"&nbsp; The knight shouted, running forwards into the thicket, his sword pointed straight ahead of him as if it were a spear.&nbsp; Furlig sidestepped swiftly, and when the knight's blade became lodged in the tree the ogre grabbed the tin can and squeezed with all his might, turning the knight into a pleasant puddle of paladin soup.&nbsp; Furlig grumbled- during the excitement he had disoriented himself, he could no longer recall where he had heard the sound from.&nbsp; He set off towards the nearest foot-path running through the forest, when he heard the sound again.&nbsp; This time it was followed by a loud clamor, as if somebody were bashing a pipe against an iron door.&nbsp; He set off again, this time at a full gallop, as loud as several dancing hippos.<br><br>He did not even wait for the second knight to draw his blade.&nbsp; As he charged by he simply reached out his hand and sent the knight flying into a nearby tree, where his visor became entangled with the branches, fixing him tight in mid-air.<br><br>When he heard the sound again, he let out a sigh of frustration.&nbsp; It was only another maiden in distress.&nbsp; She didn't even sound tasty.&nbsp; He was halfway to turning around, when he recalled what the paladins had said to him.&nbsp; "Fuck evil."&nbsp; He muttered to himself.&nbsp; "They just piss me off."<br><br>He strode forth along the curve in the path, and there he saw what discouraged the maiden.&nbsp; It was a wizard's trap, but no wizard had ever frightened Farlig, though he preferred to avoid fights with them.&nbsp; They tasted horrible.&nbsp; Without sparing a second glance for the creature inside, Farlig lifted the magical cage off the ground, and began to squeeze with all his might.&nbsp; His face turned from red, to a shade of red so intense that it could melt butter from ten feet away.&nbsp; His muscles surged, and he let out a roar that could be heard for miles around.&nbsp; Finally, he felt a snap, and the barriers of the cage shattered and burst into nothingness with a loud sucking noise.&nbsp; Exhausted, he fell back to his haunches, and stared at the freed captive.&nbsp; "Happy?"&nbsp; He asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 09:32:20</strong>
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				Aeryn took a good long frustrated scream at the man who continued to walk away from her. "You get back here! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE. Are you listening to me?" The knight turned back as if he was uncertain about what he should do. Being a well busty broad, she leaned forward trying to give him a good look down her shirt. "Come let me out? If you do I might just have something to give you." He looked at her for a minute then with a dopey smiled said that he would return to save her. "No don't leave me here. Hit this box few more times with that sword of yours. COME BACK HERE." She shrieked a few more times, mostly curses and watched him stumble through the forest probably thinking she was insane. There would definitely be some knight smiting when she finally freed herself from this terrible orb.<br><br>There was some rumbling in the forest, she was too preoccupied to notice and went to work trying to add stress too the barrier where the knight had smacked it with his sword. Even when the rumbling approached at her back she didn't pay attention. If a knight couldn't slice through the barrier she was presumably safe inside. Her eyes grew wide as the ground began to grow farther and farther away. She might have turned around to try and see what force lifted her so easily off the ground except she was busy trying not to stay stable. When the cage disappeared, becoming a big black pillar of smoke Aeryn rolled back against the leg of the person who had freed her. "Very happy, in fact I am ecstatic." Sarcasm was like a second language to Aeryn who didn't even think about thanking him, thinking he was some perverted knight in shining armor. "Not that I am ungrateful but couldn't you have dropped me a bit softer." She sat for a minute checking her bruises, really not seeing the ogre. <br><br>Standing up she brushed off her backside then turned the upper portion of her body so she might see if her white clothing had been dirtied. "Did I get all the dirt." She patted down her clothing a few more times before finally turning around and taking a good gander at him. She put her hand over her heart as if warding off evil, her eyes growing wide as she took a few steps back. "Wow, I am sorry for taking up your time Sir. I owe you one?" As much as she detested flying&nbsp; her flight response kicked in and she sprouted a set of bright green wings taking another step back, towards the slope that was her original downfall. Aeryn had seen a great many beasts but never something as big and frightening as him. <br><br>She was going to turn and take too the air when she heard a sound in the distance. It was obviously more frightening then him because she turned on her heal, nearly tripping over herself, and scrambled to hide behind him. "No." She squealed, retracting he wings and standing a foot over each side of his tail to try make sure she wouldn't be seen. Aeryn had been shot with an arrow once during their persecution, she would be damned if she was going to let it happen again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 10:18:58</strong>
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				"You missed a spot, shapeshifter."&nbsp; Furlig said, and gave the girl a hard slap to the back with his tail.&nbsp; He hit hard, and he cracked his tail like a whip, letting out a burst of sound like thunder.&nbsp; He grinned with his back to the girl.&nbsp; She was going to feel that one in the morning for sure.&nbsp; But it served her right for her rudeness.&nbsp; HE was the sarcastic and cranky one, that was his job, and he wasn't entirely certain that he wanted to be hanging out with anybody quite like himself.&nbsp; Especially if it were small and female.&nbsp; He dreaded what he might do to the pour soul who dare challenge his masculinity by comparing the two.<br><br>The thought came to mind of forcibly inserting a young paladin into a woman's dress, and he began to chuckle.&nbsp; The laughter grew louder as he imagined the knight with a beard and helmet still on, and he grabbed his sides as he roared out with laughter.&nbsp; His giggles were cut short, however, as he felt a sharp pain stab at his stomach.&nbsp; He peered down, just in time to notice a second arrow piercing into his belly.<br><br>"Who dare-"&nbsp; He cut his speech short, as suddenly the ground about his feet burst into flames.<br><br>"Ogre."&nbsp; Called a voice.&nbsp; Furlig assumed it was his assailant.&nbsp; "Give me the girl."<br><br>"Wizard, <em>Ith n'g f'rst.</em>"&nbsp; Roughly translated from ogrish, this phrase means "go fuck yourself with a maple tree."&nbsp; Granted, this is a rough translation and the actual vulgarity of the phrase would make even the most depraved whore blush.&nbsp; Suffice to say, the wizard was livid.<br><br>"Have it your way."&nbsp; The wizard said, stepping through the flames.&nbsp; "We'll fight."<br><br>Furlig could hardly contain himself when he saw the figure appear.&nbsp; "Wizard," He said.&nbsp; "Did you know that you stand perhaps only two feet tall?"<br><br>The gnome growled, and took another step forward.&nbsp; "Don't test me Ogre, I've turned many of your kind into stone, and I'd be happy to do the same to you."<br><br>Furlig did not bother informing the thing that he was speaking of trolls, not ogres.&nbsp; He merely reached one fist out and smashed the gnome flat.&nbsp; Immediately the flames dissipated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 11:11:12</strong>
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				A shrill squeal erupted from behind the ogre as a tail whirred through the air pegging the small woman on the back, leaving a nice long red mark from her left hip to her right shoulder. "Ow HEY!" She stepped over the tail and was about to hall off and kick him when the little wizard stumbled from the woods with his arrows. While an arrow might have been little more then the prick of a needle to a thick skinned ogre, the implications it might have to a little shape changer made Aeryn choose the tail over the arrow. <br><br>The second time around she made a little modification to her sore back. A second whipping would prove to be at least mildly painful to him as well. Wincing as she stepped back behind him, again taking a position over his tail, but this time eyeing long red extension with a certain disdain.&nbsp; "No! don't give him the girl." She whimpered, taking a second glance at his tail to make sure that she had not instigated another quick bite. <br><br>There wasn't much of a fight, some exchange of words, and then the light from the fire dissipated following a disgusting loud crunch. After a few seconds of looking around the side of ogre Aeryn bounced out from her hiding spot and looked at the mess. "Gross." She pressed her hand into her back and rubbed her wound for a few seconds before turning to face him. There wasn't much time to react. Aeryn was quick, in a split second and a blur of white she had hoisted herself off the ground and latched onto the ogre. She had forgiven him and planted a variety of little wet kisses in random places on his face. "Your my hero. Thank You!" <br><br>Before he could brush her away, she fell to the ground, landing on her back just next to the wizard puddle. "That smells awful." After rolling a few feet away from it she sat up and looked over at the mess and then back to her 'hero'. "I really do owe you one." The wheels began to turn, as she looked up at her big red friend she began to think that maybe it was better to stick around, at least for the time being. There was a good chance that there would be more wizards, more villagers and nasty knights.<br><br>"I owe you one, you can put it on my tab because I think I might just stick around for a while your a valuable companion to have." Aeryn wasn't really into give and take. Persistent as all hell it would take a little more then a few threats from his tail to get her to leave. After climbing back onto her feet she looked up at him and smiled as if to say 'congratulations you just inherited a little ball of trouble'. "So what do we do next captain." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 08:30:15</strong>
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				"Well, if you hadn't just called me Captain, our course of action would easily be resolved."&nbsp; Furlig said, with a soft grin.&nbsp; "You see, as far as I was concerned, you were nothing but trouble."&nbsp; His tail thumped the ground for emphasis, kicking up a trail of dust.&nbsp; He smiled wickedly at the girl, intentionally attempting to spook her.&nbsp; "But."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "You made the mistake of giving me a nickname which I very much enjoy, and I'm going to have to get you back for that."&nbsp; His tail made another menacing swish in the air, but he did not bring it towards her.&nbsp; Instead he brought it up to scratch the back of his head in contemplation.&nbsp; He turned around, and began to walk down the path from the way he came.<br><br>"I could catch you in another trap."&nbsp; He said, turning back towards her.&nbsp; "Or chain you to the wall in my dungeon.&nbsp; I've been looking for a tapestry, but your flesh would paint just as pretty a picture.&nbsp; I might use you as bait for a bear.&nbsp; Or we could prick your fingers and go fishing for sharks."&nbsp; His stomach growled at the thought of fresh shark, and he placed his hands over his belly.&nbsp; "I'll play nice.&nbsp; You just bring me back a couple of rats to snack on, and I'll catch us a wild boar.&nbsp; I'll even let you eat the snout if you ask nice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 10:33:16</strong>
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				When he turned and gave her the look she shrunk back as if seriously deciding whether or not she wanted to follow at that point. She didn't like the way he went from agitated to evil so quickly. It just wasn't a warm and inviting atmosphere. Nevertheless when he turned to walk away she followed, a good few feet behind his tail, but followed nonetheless. He probably couldn't hear her, she had been drilled in stealth during her lifetime. She kept out of reach and followed along to the right of him, not on the path but rather deciding to take her own route. If he glanced out of the corner of his eye he would be able to see her, she definitely wasn't suited to be camouflaged. <br><br>"You would really use me as fish food, or hang me on your wall. But why?" The things he said seemed to have done it's job in frightening her. He had even managed to shut her up for the time being. The silence would be short lived she was quite the talkative person. "I can't see why you would let me out of a trap only to catch me again. If you had wanted to do terrible things you wouldn't have let me go in the first place." As if she was just now beginning to unravel the puzzle Aeryn seemed uncertain. Her voice trailed off when he began to speak again, obviously contemplating her options. However his task seemed easy enough to give her incentive to continue to follow. Luring animals and gathering food was one of the few things she could do without turning the job inside out and upside down. "Alright I can do that. But why would you want to eat rats? Why not opt for something more pleasant, a wild rooster or something. How about python?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 03:01:31</strong>
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				"A python would be delicious."&nbsp; Furlig said, with a grand sigh.&nbsp; "But you're a long way from home.&nbsp; The snakes here- well, you'd be better off sucking maggots out of rotten fruit than trying any of that meat."&nbsp; A small smile appeared on his face.&nbsp; "They make good appetizers though.&nbsp; Nice and crunchy."&nbsp; He smiled, and patted the changeling's shoulder.&nbsp; "Let's make a deal.&nbsp; You bring me something to eat that's bigger than a dog, and I won't eat you instead.&nbsp; In the meantime, I'm heading off to fish for bears."<br><br>He suddenly strode off the path into the forest, plucking the occasional small tree out of the ground as he walked.&nbsp; Each of these he would examine, hold, and inevitably throw to the ground as soon as he had found another tree.&nbsp; "Meet me back on the path in an hour."&nbsp; He grinned.&nbsp; "And you'd best bring food."
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				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 07:52:02</strong>
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				"Bigger then a dog.." She spoke slowly as if the prospect of finding something larger than a dog was troubling. Then a mischievous grin plastered itself across her face. "Alright. I'll be back." Leading animals to the slaughter was generally not her idea of a good use of her gifts. However, she didn't like the idea of ending up in some wizard's menagerie, and especially didn't like the idea of being a meal. <br><br>Stalking off into the forest she began to track a pride of gryphon. When she finally found them she realized that they bigger and more frightening then she previously anticipated. The biggest of the bunch was at least three feet taller then her standing up. Aeryn thought about turning around and searching for something smaller but she had wasted a lot of time. So taking a deep breath she pulled a set of panpipes from a pouch on her hip and slowly began making her way towards the group of magical beasties. The smaller ones eyed her nervously as the big one, whom she figured to be their alpha, began to wander in Aeryn's direction menacingly. <br><br>Lifting the panpipes slowly to her lips she began to play variations of a sequence of high notes until she found one that the gryphons responded to. Hypnotized by the sound a large female followed along while the others stayed still transfixed as if time had stopped for them. Like the pied piper, Aeryn led the female into the forest. When the pride could no longer hear the song they resumed whatever it was they were doing when she so rudely interrupted.<br><br>Aeryn was late when she returned to the path, still playing followed by the mesmerized beast. "Alright. Bigger then a dog." The moment she stopped playing the gryphon reared into the air maddened because it had awoke, both away from its herd, and around creatures it had never seen before. She played the gryphon song on an increasingly lower scale until the animal was lulled to sleep. Sitting cross legged on the ground she smiled, proud of her talent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 08:07:30</strong>
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				When Furlig returned, he had draped across his shoulder the largest bear that anybody had ever seen.&nbsp; Standing at least twenty feet tall, the beast's jaws were large enough to snap the Ogre in two.&nbsp; It had been a worthy opponent, and Furlig's face and chest were riddled with bleeding claw marks, and his fists were bright purple from the numerous bruises he received attempting to bash in the creature's skull.&nbsp; In the end, he had broken the thing's jaw, then reached his hand down its throat to suffocate it.<br><br>But with him he had the greatest meal he had ever seen, and enough fur to make a new wardrobe for himself and his guest, as well as a pair of bear skin rugs and blankets.&nbsp; It was going to be a supreme feast.<br><br>"Now Missy-"&nbsp; He said with a grin, staring at the griffon as he returned.&nbsp; "It seems like you've managed to outdo me."&nbsp; He grinned heartily, then gave the winged thing a slap on the back.&nbsp; It screeched loudly at him, and clacked its beak, but he merely stared the thing in the eye and pointed over towards the bear.&nbsp; The creature, not utterly retarded, shut its beak and sat back.&nbsp; "You're lucky."&nbsp; He said to the griffon.&nbsp; "I don't find you tasty.&nbsp; She on the other hand-"&nbsp; He glanced over at the young woman.&nbsp; "Would most likely enjoy keeping you as a pet."<br><br>The thing cawed in disagreement, but Furlig gave it another glare, and the beast shut up.&nbsp; "Behave."&nbsp; He told it, then turned his eye over to the young woman.&nbsp; "You are impressive, girl.&nbsp; Tell me, what is your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Halflings Talented Pet (Lavaske &amp; Me!) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 09:06:12</strong>
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				She was definitely impressed by the massive size of the beast the ogre had brought back. Her eyes were wide as saucers when she began to take in the sheer ferocity of the bear. "Wow" She had realized her ogre friend was incredibly strong when he busted her from the magical cage, but pulverizing a grizzly that probably weighed more then the ogre himself was rather impressive. She sat wide eyed for some time, half expecting the creature to awaken before finally getting to her feet when the gryphon awoke from it's spell. <br><br>"I don't know if I outdid you I certainly didn't wrestle a bear twice my size with my bare hands." She watched as the ogre controlled the gryphon with a dominant stare. She had never seen any creature so strong and fearsome. Walking over she touched the bear, running her fingers through it's thick black fur. Coming from a different land she wasn't use to bears. She had only seen one tormented in a village north of the enchanted forest. "Pet?" After examining the bears massive paws she looked back toward the Gryphon and then up at the Ogre. <br><br>"Me?" She stood a bit straighter obviously proud of her title. "I am Rogue Aeryn from the Obsidian Arrow village in the Mystical Ra Mountain Range." Normally being cast out of your village wasn't something to brag about. She seemed to think it was an accomplishment and smiled accordingly. It wasn't surprising being as bothersome as she was. Still it took quite an effort to have an entire village disown you. 
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