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Date Posted: 08/18/11 1:33am
Author:

Dane
Subject: Father Father
In reply to: Bree 's message, "I've had pretty good luck" on 08/18/11 1:15am

(The sound that escaped him was half laugh and mostly a groan. He dissolved into a sort of tired laughter, his hand splayed over his stomach.) Och, they are terrors, our whelps. (He could hear them playing in the background, a bit quieter when both of their parents were in sight. They seemed to know they could play one parent against the other when they were apart, but also knew that united they stood no chance if they were naughty. It was tiring. He too missed his time with Bree, the freedom, flying and training. He missed his friends too. He could harly have them visit when his terrors were ransacking the place like an enemy village. He smirked at that, but his expression turned into a grimace as Bree spoke.) Again? I guess I didnae e'er think about the potty training, Bree. (His breath came out his nose as he sat up and he was a little offset to see a bit of smoke curling in the air. He needed to go out, fly, hunt, give his fire to his mate. He nodded with her about missing life.) If they could switch form it would be easier to work wi' em. (He muttered under his breath before getting up and crossing to where she sat. He plunked down beside her and put his arm around her, leaning his chin atop her head. He had to admit he rather liked the way she was looking at him just then, like she was appraising him as a male instead of as a father. He felt damn near to bursting with fire.. His tone lowered conspiratorily, as though he were sharing some great evil secret with her.) What if we were to lock the bairn in with Durgan and steal off into the woods.. (He nipped at her neck with his teeth, his hands suggestively moving over her hip to let her know what they could do in the woods. His long lashes brushed her skin as he blinked, and a slightly wicked smirk crossed his face.) There are many ways to fly, a leannan.. and I'd spend all night wi' ye, setting ye afire in the woods..

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I've been pretty lucky -- Bree, 08/18/11 4:18pm
- Inside -- Dane, 08/18/11 9:13pm
  - inside -- Bree, 08/18/11 9:24pm
    - Inside -- Dane, 08/18/11 9:46pm
      - inside -- Bree, 08/18/11 9:57pm
        Inside -- Dane, 08/18/11 10:15pm
        inside -- Bree, 08/18/11 10:21pm
        Inside -- Dane, 08/18/11 10:36pm
        Inside -- Bree/Durgan, 08/18/11 10:48pm
        Inside -- Dane (), 08/18/11 10:59pm
        inside -- Durgan, 08/18/11 11:05pm
        Inside -- Dane, 08/18/11 11:25pm
        inside -- Durgan, 08/18/11 11:35pm
        Inside -- Dane, 08/19/11 12:04am
        inside -- Durgan, 08/19/11 12:12am
        Inside -- dane, 08/20/11 12:11am
        inside -- Bree, 08/20/11 12:29am
        Inside -- Dane, 08/20/11 12:43am
        inside -- Bree, 08/20/11 12:53am
        Inside -- Dane, 08/20/11 1:22am
        inside -- Bree, 08/20/11 1:44am