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Date Posted: 08/20/11 12:11am
Author: dane
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Durgan 's message, "inside" on 08/19/11 12:12am

(He was positively aching to get out of the keep as he felt his brother approaching, like a young racehorse waiting for the bell to signal the opening of the gate before a race. He was striding over to open the door as Durgan approached, and opened it before the second knock. His eyes were a red gold mixture of his human and dragon, and he had a slightly punch drunk smirk on his face that showed an oddly boyish excitement in such an arrogant man. Mostly it was because his bairns, the loves of his life, were driving him up the wall. He loved children, loved the crazy.. but with every other whelp he had ever been around he had given them back to their parents at the end of the day. This was a complete and total overhaul of his entire life.. and he needed a damn break. His rusty red hair was mused to the point of being comical and he had a sheen of what looked like silver glitter on his right cheek, which was only a bit of shimmer from his daughter's wings, the little scales were always being replaced by larger ones and were all over the castle like glitter. His shirt was half untucked and he was damn surprised he was wearing two of the same shoes to be quite honest.) Och, about bluidy time.. (He said happily as he ushered Durgan into the room and into what could only properly be described as an ambush. He patted Durgan on the back in a brother greeting, and stamped out the edge of the rug behind him without missing a beat, putting out the little lick of flame his son had started.) Uhm, pixie sticks? Nae, I've worn 'em out for ye.. (He said, which was laughable because they were full of piss and vinegar. Only then did he see what he looked like in the glass on the window beside the huge oak door and he groaned inwardly as though he had just discovered he wasn't wearing any pants. His large hands dove through his hair, taming the wavy locks into a more manageable chaos. He started to tuck in his shirt then stopped - he was going to be changing forms anyways.) Thank ye brathair.. (He said, sincerely, before he left the room, pulling the door closed just in case Durgan wised up.)

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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