This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)
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				Title: <strong>This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 19:29:22</strong>
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				Of all the days for it to be perfectly clear and sun warmed it had to be this day, a day dreaded by one young lioness in particular, the audacity of fate to create such a glorious day today was grating on her nerves since waking up this morning. It had been dreaded for the last year and a half or so, since she was told what was to happen. She had no choice in the matter and all of her attempts to escape it had been futile. She'd always been caught at the last moment either by guards or by her own siblings, the traitors. Nina glared at her escort icily, her claws flexing over her arms making him look ten times more nervous than he had at the beginning of the trip. Really they could have picked any of the guards but instead she got this weedy little rat, ok weasel, to look after her on her way to her new prison. She refused to think of it as anything else. Had she been born third instead of second she would have avoided this fate but no, her elder sister had already married, and was living quite happily in another kingdom, her younger brothers and sister were not of marrying age yet and were likely now trashing her old room and causing chaos at the palace. She hoped they would cause a hell of a ruckus for the next few days, or years if they could manage. <br><br>The carriage began an ascent, leaving behind the sun bleached grasses for more lusher looking greenery, trees began cropping up out of the windows, and the air became a bit cooler the higher up they climbed. This must be why they had made her bring along heavier clothing than she was used to, coats and boots to keep her feet dry when it rained, a rare occurrence in Zeltemes. She wondered how her would be suitor would fare, being of the cold blooded type. Maybe if he froze to death up here she wouldn't have to worry about being forced to marry him. <br><br>A few more hours of winding up mountain roads and through thick trees, over rivers they stopped at a gorgeous looking cabin. Not like a hunting lodge or a rest stop it was built for the sole purpose of the two about to enter it. It had been under construction since her birth, when she had found out that her life had been planned out this way since the beginning she was livid, she'd been uncooperative for weeks afterwards, and had to be restrained until she had calmed down and then remained in her room for a further month before being allowed to wander freely again. Her temper was legendary among her people and earned the nickname red hurricane from her siblings. She hated the name and it only served as entertainment for them when she got riled up from it. <br><br>Looking at the cabin she had to admit it would have been a beautiful home, tall bay windows, polished stone walls and moss covered roof, crisp white smoke coming from the chimney. The gardens alone were full of colour that Nina really couldn't care less about at the minute. Her escort stepped out of the carriage and opened the door for her, letting her step down onto the cobble path that lead to the cabin. She regretted wearing her usual attire of fine silk wraps and breezy skirts. Not that she was freezing but being unused to cooler mountain air it did leave a slight chill a bit close to the skin for her liking. Her hair remained unbound and fell to somewhere just beyond her shoulder bladed, covering a mostly bare back. Had she not been scowling she would have looked quite beautiful, at least to her own kind, but she was it appeared to be permanently in a bad mood, nothing impressed her or even seemed to make her happy. She was almost sure that her parents wanted to be rid of her, for that reason. <br><br>"We must await the prince your highness, would you like to view the gardens bef-"<br>"No. Just keep your mouth shut and lets get this over with." She snapped back at him, watching as the driver took her bags inside and wishing she could just hop back on the carriage and ride off, unfortunately her parents had the foresight to put her on a short leash, quite literally, a cuff around her left wrist that bound her to her escort till the prince arrived. Then she would be left alone with him, with no way to travel back having been blindfolded for the first half of the trip, putting her at a large disadvantage should she try and run. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 08:20:28</strong>
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				A golden sun... the gods truly had a sick sense of humor today; the sun reflected off of High prince Slias's dark black scales. The carriage bumped lightly on the dust roads, the sounds of claws clicking against rocks prevented either of the guards with him from falling asleep. A major inconvenience in Silas's mind, only if the two Red guards would drift away into the realm of sleep. The black and red interior dampened his mood further then the feeling of the sun on his scales this morning. Such woe filled the heart of the cobra prince while a shiver, from the cold, ran across his body. The audacity of nature to make a place so inhospitable to his race. Snow covered mountains, rainy weather most of the days in a month, and tall trees that prevented the beautiful sun, the source of all life, casting down its rays upon the children of the world. He did have to admit one things about the northern forest being so distant made this place all the more peaceful. If he was on different business then this place might have had some grand relaxation or adventures but nay this trip would be only for the damned.<br><br>&nbsp;The cold mountains wasn't his idea of a great time but it was the only place where the ground between his country and his future bride's country. Located between the two nations as a designated neutral zone made this place all the more isolated. At least six hundred mills to the nearest Itrodia town Slias knew that there would be no escape from his damnation. Silas's yellow eyes flicked back and forth on both Red Guards. Each one held a small band of gold in their claws. One band prevented him from speaking incantations while the other nullified the sorcery he could conjure from his claws. <br><br>His father was a wise ruler insomuch as a cunning ruler, always out thinking the enemy. “Planning is always key to a battle” his father's words haunted his mind as they drew ever closer to his destination so desired by his father. While his father was the great ruler of Itrodia; Silas was the only heir to the throne and being an only son meant that his father had devoted all the attention in the world to his son. Spoiled by his father Silas had always an advantage over the other children when they played or fought over who was better. One of is prized possessions was a golden large staff given to him on his eighteenth birthday, solidifying his existence as a mage, rouge, and High Prince over Itrodia.<br><br>All of these fond memories flooded his mind to the point he wanted to weep in despair, oh what hate the gods had for this day. The ascent up into the mountains was dull, not a single traveler nor creature had past the carriage by in over several hours. It seemed as the forest was holding its breath waiting for the carriage to pass trees by. The meandering dust road lead the band of travelers around a bend. As soon as the carriage rounded the bend exquisite looking cabin sat nestled peacefully in the mountains. A full blooming garden with moss growing on the roof made this the prefect mixture between modern beauty and nature, not often would one see a building like this. He had to admit, although quietly, his father had taste in buildings. <br><br>The road wound back to the cabin, each minute passing brought him closer to the piece of art called his future home. The home growing larger in sight until his carriage stopped directly next to the carriage owned by the princess. The two guards opened the door in a flash, throwing out his items onto the ground before throwing the prince out of the carriage with the same respect as the trunks had received. Slias stumbled out towards the cabin only holding balance by sheer luck “Damn the Red Guard.” he spoke under his breath. The last of his things were scattered around him as the carriage took off in a thunderous charge away from the high prince. The cool air stung lightly against his black scales, the chills running up his spine and through his skirt. His father had him learn to survive in the cold but this place was far worse then any sort of training he had ever done. <br><br>Angry hissing emanated lightly across his throat, his claws were raised next to his face in the shape of a large box. Suddenly a small flash of light appeared right in front of Silas causing him to close his eyes as the familiar feeling of the smooth golden staff skimmed across his scales. To his delight his staff had been summoned to his grasp but the sight of the lioness made those feelings of delight vanish quicker then they had come. <br><br>“So you are the lioness my father has spoke of?” his voice had been raspy and short. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 20:30:46</strong>
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				Nina paced the garden impatiently, often yanking her minder along with her when he refused to move. The poor escort looked relieved when the second carriage rolled up to the first, he cut the 'leash' and ran for it, hopping back into the first carriage and taking off with the driver leaving the two alone in front of the cabin without so much as a by your leave. The princess huffed in annoyance watching them disappear out of sight. <br><br>Her attention shifted to the cobra prince, but just barely. "I'd assume so, unless you were expecting another lioness to show up, in which case I'd happily leave." She replied, sounding more than a little icy. "I don't much care for this arrangement." She added as an afterthought though it didn't appear to be necessary. After that she turned and pushed the door open and went inside, letting it shut on it's own behind her while she looked around the few rooms. It was a bit smaller than she was used to with two rooms downstairs, the main room and a kitchen, upstairs would be pretty much the same, one bedroom and a bathing room. Nina scowled at the thought of having to share a bed with the cobra, it was hardly appealing. Perhaps she could force him to sleep in the main room, or convince him to since it had the largest fireplace. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 07:38:26</strong>
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				Slias felt more like a puppet then a prince, doing what his father demanded while judging this witch of a woman was all to much for him. A heavy sneer formed across his face as he words stuck against him like hail stones or arrows would, at this moment he would rather be taking on arrows. “Oh woe is you, it isn't as if I am not apart of this either.” his voice hissing lightly against her rude comment about the arrangement. Once she turned to leave him his voice began to let out series of angry comments “That she-devil of a woman thinks that she will say such things to me?” He raised his hand to the sky before striking down on a nearby bush in absolute rage. His claws rent the leaves from the branches if the leaves were the lioness's flesh. After a few more of his slashes he was all angered out for the moment but with the insufferable lioness that rage was surely going to come back.<br><br>His sure footing carried his dread filled heart closer to the wooden door leading towards his new life among his greatest enemy of all time. Only if this could be a battlefield instead of a pre-marriage get together then he would show her. The cold air still nipped at his scales, even though he didn't want to go inside he would have to, forcing his hand to open the door into his new home. First his eyes fell upon the warm fire that laid in the fireplace, his dash over the the fireplace would only been seen as a blur but Slias was curled up right next to the warm flames.
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				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 22:20:44</strong>
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				Nina could hear a little of the tantrum being thrown outside but paid it no mind, the less she had to hear of it the better. She spotted her bags on one side of the bedroom and for lack of anything else to do began putting them away, taking up most of the room in the wardrobe but the chest of drawers remained pretty much empty aside from the top drawer which housed her delicates. Once that was done she quickly grew bored, the house had been quiet for a while so she dared going back downstairs. She avoided the living room seeing Slias already there and looked around the kitchen. At least whoever stocked it had the foresight to fill it with simple foods that required no cooking. She couldn't recall ever being taught how or even saw anyone cooking it just happened while none of the royal family was there. Dried meats, jams, breads, and pickled vegetables. She wrinkled her nose at those and picked up a few pieces of dried beef, taking a bite and chewing while looking around the rest of the room. There was a pitcher of cream and another with milk, a honey pot, there was a well out the back and canteens for storing the water inside. She spotted a rich looking bottle of wine in a decanter on one of the counters. She rolled her eyes, she never touched a drop in her life and she wasn't going to start any time soon. Especially not whit the snake in the other room. <br><br>After a while she wondered what the time was, looking outside the sun had barely twitched from it's highest point, meaning not all that much time had passed at all. She huffed and sat in one of the chairs, tapping her claws on the wooden surface trying to think of something to do. The lack of entertainment was going to be tiresome. She could go and annoy Slias but that would be a bad idea this early in the game, not that she cared but she wasn't stupid enough to bait a cobra. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 16:52:26</strong>
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				Silas had been resting right next to the crackling hearth, his scales shimmering elegantly in the harsh light. At the fireplace Silas was thinking of what could happen to him being left all alone with the crazed lioness whom would be ready to pull the rug from under his scales. He let out a soft yawn allowing his fangs to be shown off in a manner that was to intimidate anyone looking upon him. One didn't play around with a cobra for good reason. As he yawned his scales rippled on top of his toned muscles with his pieces of gold being carried along for the ride. <br><br>His bags magically floated into the the same room with him but a laugh followed by some chirping which came from the air around the bags. Warmth spread across the room in a large wave before the wave slowly moved past the lioness. The wave dispersed in a slowly and calm manner for Silas had a friend on the other side of the veil. It was his familiar that had just carried his bags as well as floated across the home in what would seem as a bird would. The odd thing is that his familiar hadn't been with him on the carriage ride up the mountain. <br><br>Silas raised his head so that his yellow slit eye focused on the end of the hallway “Io is that you?” he voice called out in a inquisitive tone. A sound of flapping filled the living room as he felt claws upon his left shoulder. He raised one of his claws to the feeling on his shoulder, his claw stroked feathers softly to reveal a small bird in a Reddish white form. “Io, are you trying to tease again?” the bird chirped lightly as if it was laughing at the idea. Io jumped off of Silas's shoulder to fly around the room once again. 
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:25:56</strong>
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				The sudden wave of warmth was at first ignored, the lioness thinking it was just the heat from the living room creeping into other parts of the house, but the chirping and the one sided conversation perked up her ears. What on earth was he doing in there? Nina left the kitchen and headed to the living room and had to duck to avoid the strange bird with a high pitched yelp. "What the heck is that?!" She narrowed her eyes at the bird, baring her fangs at it, daring it to fly near her again. She really wasn't fond of birds, or more that she didn't really see many of them outside of cages so it was quite unsettling to be close to a free flying one. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 04:26:42</strong>
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				Io had avoided the lioness, flying just around her fur and coming right back to the shoulder of Slias. Cowering right behind the hood of Slias the bird chirped sadly; "You would disgrace the mighty Cardinal of mists?" he asked sternly but angrily at the lioness that had dared to scare the symbol of true peace between nature and his race. He is one of the few that had been able to befriend such a rare creature. "It is bad fortune to scare or harm a creature of purity." he slowly stood up, to face the lioness one on one if it came down to fighting "This bird is a symbol of our peace between magic, nature, and my race as we mastered the seven elements but we grew out of balance, we studied ourselves then looked to nature to figure out our problems and lo we found these birds to mimic their lifestyle of balance."
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 21:23:00</strong>
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				Nina snorted and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring back at Silas and narrowing her eyes at him. "Superstitious nonsense, if you ask me." She replied shortly, not up to much arguing over the matter, she looked at where the bird was hiding, her ears twisting backwards, either she was unnerved or plain angry with the feathery nuisance. "I wasn't aware we were allowed to bring pets here with us." She added, making sure the bird wouldn't fly at her again, if it did, well she just hoped it didn't. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 07:35:54</strong>
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				Slias sneered "You say such things because your race has fallen into despair and heresy, you have regretted the true faith provided by nature." his hood flaring out in one motion. Anger flowed across his face to let out a scrunching expression on his face. The cardinal wisp bird chirped lightly into the ear hole of Silas. Looking at it "I agreed, but let us bide our time." as he talked to his friend he looked back at her with daggers in his eyes "He is not a pet, he is a wisp of high origin that has selected me as a best friend to share its knowledge of the world with me." Silas stepped closer to her "Why do you hate on such a pure creature?"
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 01:20:22</strong>
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				As he insulted her people Nina's eyes grew narrowed and her claws unsheathed themselves, though remained firmly on her upper arms. No one dared insult lions for fear of a swift but brutal retribution, this slithery upstart was lucky it was just her here to hear it. "If you value having your tongue still attatched to your head I'd keep my mouth closed if I were you. Second I do not hate your pet." She snapped. "It's not nearly important enough to me to earn any hatred, you on th other hand are getting pretty close to it. I asked what it was doing here not the history of your people and their nonsense." On that note she turned to leave, she could really care less if he kept the bird or not but she would not take insults. She would have attacked but the little nagging voice (more often than not her parent's voices) reminded her that doing so would start a war. Selfish she may be but not enough to start a war over something so trivial. How on earth did they expect this to go? That they'd be best friends on sight? She snorted at that. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 19:33:30</strong>
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				Silas didn't so easily back down from her stance or her claws for his staff materialized right next to him in a beam of golden light “If you dare even as much as touch my tongue or body your life will end quicker than a candle being blown in the wind.” he rasped at her petty threats of ripping his tongue out.<br>&nbsp;As if she could do that... “I do not desire your love nor your hate, in fact I would desire that you didn't care for me at all but the bird stays with me whether you like him or not he will stay by my side till my soul has passed on to the golden sun.” his voice changed from rasping to hissing as if he was trying to contain His anger boiling deep inside of him. “Now take your leave and depart from my sight.” he called as she turned to leave.” With her out of the picture for the few moments of peace he would have that lead him to head straight way for the front door of this place. It was almost that time where he would pray to the sun and show his devotion to the majesty of its creations. Stepping outside and heading towards the flower beds his bird friend flew high into the sky to give Silas some peace as Silas knelt down on his two knees.. Mumbling to himself he looked at the ground with his eyes closed through the use of a special scale.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 02:00:42</strong>
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				The threats and babbling fell on deaf ears, ears already out of the room and heading upstairs in fact. Nina scowled much more deeply than normal, which meant to her siblings they'd crossed the line and had better run for a few days. The bedroom door slammed shut and soon enough th chest of drawers was pushed in front of it. He could sleep outside for all she cared but he was not coming in here.<br><br>----------------------------<br><br>By the morning after next Nina couldn't wait any longer for food, or a wash for that matter. She listened at the door for a ign of movement and pushed the chest out of the way and skidded into the bathing room, taking a full two hours inside and coming back out in a change of attire, it was much colder today and from the sound of it storming like crazy outside. She'd never heard thunder before and had fallen out of bed tryinfg to hide from it for the first few hours of the morning. She still hated the noise but it soundedfurther away now. <br><br>She buttoned up the woolly coat she'd been given and wrinkled her nose at how thick it felt, but it was much warmer now, along with fur lined boots and long skirt. She felt far too overdressed but couldn't complain too much. She peeked into the kitchen hoping to find some more of that dried meat she had the other day.
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 18:15:39</strong>
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				Silas sat in the bed of flowers, his breathing being slowed down, his legs folded as he began to drift off into what many called a third perspective. One would project their mind out of their body to see what has happened to them from outside their point of view. Taking deep breaths he felt the knowledge of what had experienced over the whole day. Memories came rushing back in force that caused Silas to wince in pain but as all things the pain subsided to be taken over by fear and anger. He saw his father speaking to him, telling him that it was his duty to the throne to make sure that nothing ever happened to the mightiest nation on the planet. <br>Other memories flew past his mind; the time that he had seen his mother care for him or when his father divorced his second wife, who was mistreating Silas. All of these powerful emotions created by these memories made him into the warlock he was today. Looking back on the more recent stuff allowed for greater wisdom for he had been in the throne room. Looking about his memories showed him the last good moments with his father but alas it wasn’t much.<br>He continued to sit there, sitting there through the rain and thunder as his body temperature fell below what was expected. He sat there like a statue, waiting for the sun to rise the next day to which when the sun’s rays cast upon his flesh he was able to move once again. Standing up and flexing his joints he was in direct view from the kitchen. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 03:22:15</strong>
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				Nina almost let out a yelp in surprise seeing a figure tanding outside the window, but recognising it quickly enough to glare at it for a moment before rifling through the cupboards to find what she wanteed to eat. In the back of her mind there was a nagging thought, or feeling more like, she was trying to ignore it so much she couldn't be sure what it was. Frustrated she thumped the pot of dried meat onto the counter and went back upstairs and retrieved a towel, coming back to the front door and pushed it open. "If you don't want to freeze to death get in." She shouted to be heard over the noise of the weather, leaving the towel on the floor just inside then poked around the main room to relight the fire to take the chill out of it. Satisfied she wasn't going to burn down the cabin she went back to her original task, grumpily snacking and hiding. 'I hate rain.' She thought bitterly, glancing at the windows and then back to the table top.
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 01:16:54</strong>
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				Silas looked up into the heaven, rain cascaded down his body in a manner that caused his scales to shimmer in the dim light. The glossy look of his scales made him look much like a angelic creature but he looked towards the door when she had called out towards him. Silas turned his head slowly to face her, one of his slit eyes narrowed on her. His movements were slower, and pained as he began to step towards the home. Each step was heavy, his body temperature was quite low so he was going to take awhile of this slow movement to get close to the home. Two hours past by with that same movement problem before he stopped right at the door; opening the door he dripped on the mat by the door making use of the towel. His body warmed up because she had made the fire stoked and warm. Minority pained but grateful his voice came out to say “Thank you for the fire.” he stated softly. Silas stepped lightly and firmly into their home to be closer to the fire zone.
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>31-08-2014, 01:12:07</strong>
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				Nina had exhausted her entertainment options by the time Silas managed to get inside so when he thanked her for the fire she jumped in surprise and looked out of the kitchen doorway at him. She wasn't sure how to handle this, shouting, aggression and hostility was her more usual circumstance but this, she'd almost forgotten what you do when someone thanks you. "You're..welcome..you might want to put some more logs on it though, the first two have burned down already." She gestured to the ashes and embers. She waited a moment and struggled with herself, she could have left him to it and done nothing but seeing how slow he was moving figured putting a few logs on the fire wouldn't be too much effort. There wasn't much else to do anyway. <br><br>The lioness tossed in a few more bits of firewood, careful not to spread ashes and hot coals into the room and watched the flames take to the new fuel and sat on one side of a large plump sofa, tucking her legs beneath her while she watched the fire and listened to the rain. This didn't feel so bad, but she missed her own rooms and warm weather. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>01-09-2014, 18:10:44</strong>
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				Silas continued to dry himself off for the most part, the warm soft towel caressing his scales instigated a bit of pleasure to run down his spine. Of course who could deny that warm soft towels after a rain storm wouldn't feel good? Silas couldn't deny it and most likely no one else could. To his surprised she had give reconvention to his thanks. Though his thanks had been some what strained she had accepted it. “I will try to put more logs onto the flame.” he took a step forward but he was so slow that it almost looked comical thanks to his cold blood. <br><br>Silas would have done what she had requested, she on the other hand had taken the effort upon herself to place the logs into the flame. The fire roared with new life, a creature that consumed everything in its path. Heat radiated across the room washing over Silas's cold form. Warmth... such a gift. Silas began to move a little faster as warmth spread across his body. Each foot step came down faster then before to the point he was then walking normally. He stood at the edge of the room, watching her listen to the rain. His form was halfway through the door way but all together unsure if he should enter the room for he didn't want to start a war or make her angry again since she had stated her dislike for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 02:02:15</strong>
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				Nina wasn't sure what to make of this, so she pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. Something she almost never did. She listened, her ears twitching at all the new sounds. Sure her home had one or two tremendous downpours in her lifetime but it was like sheets of rain all at once, very different to the thousand little drums of every drop going on now.Not to mentiin the slower drips coming off the trees and awnbings around the cabin, the creak of wood under the temperature change and the fire crackling so softly compared to outside. She'd never admit it but she was starting to enjoy the sounds, able to pick out what sounds were made by what. Like the gushing of small streams coming off the roof, splashes in puddled from larde drops falling from the roof. Had she been alone she may have curled up or stretched out on the sofa to listen all day. Provided no more thunder came around. As if sensing her thoughts the sky lit up in a flash and gave an almighty bang, sending the lioness headfirst under the sofa, how she managed it without toppling it may never be known. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 16:06:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rain, such a gift from the sky. Silas allowed a soft sigh to come out of his reptile mouth for he was truly happy that he had been able to hear the the rain pound against the roof with a near endless amount of power. Rain was one of the elements of the sky; an element Silas was well versed in his magical skills. The drips and the drops raining down the side of the house was somewhat calming to him who lay right next to the flame. While he was not immune to the cold like some animals where he still enjoyed nature as he could. A flash of light racked across the sky followed by a very loud boom. The lioness that had been behind him made a mad dash into the under part of the sofa. Silas was not phased by the lightning but he slowly came up beside her form, half sticking out of the couch. “Dislike Lightning?” he said in a soft tone; not to scare or mock her but to ask quietly how she felt about such things. Silas pulled himself to lean right up against the couch to better talk to the lioness whose head was half buried in the dark hold underneath. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 02:39:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Of a great many words Nina knew would earn her youngest brothers a mouth scrubbing she picked more of the tsmest ones to hiss in her head at being caught acting like a frightened cub. "It's loud and obnoxious! How does anyone put up with it?" She turned so her head poked out of the sofa, bumping her nose against hiss accidentaly (or through cruel destiny) and wrinkled her muzzle as she pulled back. "We have sandstorm, much quieter and if they do make a noise it just disrupts the chimes or the dunes will sometimes humm but not this." She gestured to the windows that were npw rattling menicingly in the wind as it picked up to a tempest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 00:57:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silas raised a brow at what she had said “Sandstorms you say? I haven't had the chance to enter one or be around one. My people live deep in forests or in very tropical areas, away from sand or sandstorms.” he rasped out his words&nbsp; but in the next moment Silas saw a figure dart between the trees of the front yard. Silas stood up to look out the window but couldn't see anything afterwards. A sneer on his face he sat back down “Sorry, thought I saw something.” he spoke quietly as if they mysterious person could hear what he was saying right now. His hand was clasped into a clung fist. “So what is it like back home? I have never been there and the best way to figure something out is to hear it from another.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: This was not my idea (Interdiction of words)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 03:54:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Never seen a sandstorm? It was an alien thought, but then again one does tend to think thair own cirumstances are the norm when brought up to think as such. She wasn't sure what to make of living with so many trees and stuff, wouldn't it all get in the way? Her thoughts trailed off there when Sialus went on the alert for a moment. Her ears twitched in an effort to hear if anyone was nearby. She couldn't tell exactly with all the other noise around the place. "What it's like? Uh.." She had crawled out from the sofa and sat back on top of it but on edge just in case. "It's very dry outside of the palace, sand for miles and miles. The palace walls keep a lot of it out though, inside we have a few trees and water. Gardens too but I don't see them very often. When we have sandstorms everything has to have covers put over them, otherwise they'd be buffed to nothing from it. Most of the important things go on towards the grasslands to the south where the river is, but I've never been there in person." 
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