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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:16 pm
She looks around the room and blanches. "In here? I'll hit me head!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:18 pm
*Emnast chuckles*
The rooms are spelled...they change size as we do...trust me, I know my home...or ye could become a small dragon....
Now, I ask again...would you mind taking dragon form? Please?
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:26 pm
Shia shrugs and slips from the bed. "I only know one size I"m afraid... and it isn't small... and she fades into a swirliing icy mist that grows and expands filing the room with the scent of falling rain then slowly gathering into a rather large silvery dragon, sporting two black tipped horns and a delicate purple tinted fringe down the length of her back. She peers down at him lying on the bed tickles him with a long fringe that hangs form her chin.
"Do I pass?" she asks with a wink.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:27 pm
*Emnas laughs, and expands into a slightly larger gold dragon, the tentacle whiskers long and the four horns curving just rightly...he exhales at her, the scent of fire on his breath*
You tell me...do I pass?
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:33 pm
"Magnificently." she murmurs in a low rumbling throaty purr.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:34 pm
*He moves behind her*
Well, raise yer tail, and we'll begin....
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:38 pm
"Don't I at least get breakfast?" laughs Shia complying with his request. "Some gentleman you are..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:39 pm
*By the time he's through with her, she's not interested in breakfast anymore*
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:43 pm
She curls up with a contented sigh and opens one eye to gaze up at him. "Ye keep that up and me color just might change... I'll have trouble maintaining my core feeling like this."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:44 pm
*Emnast looks at her, curling around her*
And what do you mean by that, dear one?
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:55 pm
She smiles at him and he feels the brief touch of a cleansing cold wind out on the tundra. The scent of rain intensifies then fades as she curls her tail about his. "Needs anymore hints, my dear... or was that enough for now... I'd rather not put out yer fire, iffin ye follow my line of thinking."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:56 pm
*He smiles, and gently moves her tail out of the way with his back claws*
Don't worry about that, dearie...
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:36 am
"Might I rest a bit, dear heart... or must I hum a certain song?" she says sweetly, but gives him a wink to show she's not quite as serious as all that. "And I am a tad bit hungry... ye forget silvers have enormous appetites... one of the reasons I rarely use this shape... cause it's kind of my inner self.. and as such it's no illusion. When I'm a dragon, Emnast love, I'm a dragon. And this also means it's a good thing it's not the right season, or ye'd be having a brooding dragon on yer hands until I laid me eggs. Something ma told me about early on and something you really need to know..., iffin I mate while in heat and it takes, whatever shape I'm in at the time will be the base race of me young."
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:29 am
*Emnast shakes his head*
Okay...we can stop then...though you need not worry about any problems...see that plant growing there? Kero gave it to me...said he didn't wantr me siring more like myself...though now I'm wondering if he was just acting...it's droughtwort...a sterility herb...
And what would you like for breakfast?
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:58 am
"Well, a cow would be nice..." laughs Shia then she giggles. "Just kidding. Let me shift here a bit, it will be more reasonable if I do." The dragon melts away, like ice left in the sun on a hot day to reveal Shia in all her glory. Her skin glows with a golden hue and her fiery red hair is hanging down her shoulders and back to well past her waist and she begins to nonchalantly pull it back. Looking up she sees Emnast staring at her with his mouth hanging slightly open. "Something wrong, dear heart?"
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