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Date Posted: 05/28/07 7:00pm
Author: Liam
Subject: You belong to me
In reply to: Sabrina 's message, " Do you believe in magic? " on 05/28/07 6:51pm

(Rather than looking annoyed by her continued rantings - which he definitely was - the great dragon looked rather thoughtful as he took in the proffered information. He sat back on his haunches, lifting one foreleg to scratch at the spot she had pinched just over his shoulder. It was starting to itch, damn her. He eyed her, then one scaly brow arched.) The McKerod, ye say? Old Graem isna going to be pleased that I've stolen a lassie of his.. (He looked slightly amused at the thought, though he was also noting his lack of reinforcements with some degree of concern. He would have to take the lass back to his own lands, gather up what drakon were left of his clan. He felt a sinking feeling as he recalled the McKail's raids on his home.. when they had killed his kin and stolen him away. His eyes burned red for a moment and he looked murderous, but the lass brought him out of his rant with a huff. He realized just how inflated he was and sighed, returning to his sleek and streamlined form.) I'm nay a blowfish. (He said, a little pout in his voice. He shook his head, then his body, in the manner of a wet dog, his tail being the last thing to shake out. The weight at the tip reminded him of the necklace he had taken from her, and he swooped his tail around in front of him to inspect the piece.) Tis a beautiful necklace. (He murmured, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in the scent of heavy gold. He nudged it with his nose, like it was his child and he was so very happy to see it. Looking over at her, he arched a brow.) Ye said ye've only been here a month.. but yer Mam must have been a right powerful Drakon.. (The power of the white dragons was passed down the maternal line, it was a purity unlike any other. White males were so rare that he had never actually heard of one in existence. He tipped his head a little.) Where did ye get the necklace, if ye have no clan as ye claim?

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