what in the world... o_O
i go home from hours-long traffic, drop like a rock to sleep, wake up and see this?!
Amber can has cheezurger! go get 'em!
Snowstorm hasn't had anything cute and cuddly for a while now. she's getting excited at the prospect of munching on anything cute!
"No, Snow! Not the ranger with ribbons and violets in his poofy, silky, Koss-like hair! Bad girl! Bad girl!"
Great. I get a make over from the cutesie ppl and then get mauled by J's pet.
I think I've had better days *sob*
Surely its someone else's turn? Denji maybe? >.>
don't worry Finn! you'll get a break soon enough! can't remain washed for very long, now can you?
But can I at least have blue ribbons?
*gets out pink glitter fingernail polish and little decal stars for each nail*
Tav can do the hair....
<small_moderator_comment>And *cough* we really need to return this thread to its original purpose </small_moderator_comment>
(hasn't read the whole thread....yet)
The Night Whisper ~ Necromancer
Leader of The Right Tub [BATH] Alliance ~ Proud to be a friend of [RAOK]
One of the Eight Winds of Devastation, aka Devast-Eight
"...in a room full of noise, a whisper is oft as good as a shout..."
A larger male ranger with long, dark brown hair tied in a loose rope down his back charges in. A cloud of dust from the string of dolyaks strung behind his own lumbering beast settles roughly over the mob in front of him, as well as over his own brown and blue clothes, as he pulls the animals to a shuddering halt.
"Vincalis, Finn! Over here!" Devas Tating's voice is booming enough to be heard over the din of the crowd of women cooing around the hapless necromancer and ranger.
The two look up at this sudden 'rescue' from an unexpected source. However, the knot of sappy admirers is too thick for them to move through without causing injury.
Devas shakes his head slightly, and pulls his bow from his back. Then he whistles loudly, and knotches several arrows. "I suggest you leave those men alone. Some people do not deserve to have cutsie names bestowed upon them." He stares down from the height of the dolyak, bow poised, waiting for some sign of movement.
The women do not budge, and he sighes heavily. "Ok then, the hard way it is." He issues another shrill whistle, and from the bushes to the edge a large grey wolf leaps to stand in front of the mounted ranger, its lips pulled back exposing sharp white teeth, as it faces the crowd.
"Shimo here did not like what happened as a result of the cutsie names, but does not hold Vincalis to blame. He warned you all, yet you persisted. And Shimo has friends too."
A large wolf pack emerges from the bushes to close around the women.
Now they start to move, and finally, Finn and Vincalis are able to push free, and mount the waiting dolyak. With a final salute towards the ladies, Devas pulls on the reigns of his mount, and the three men flee from the scene. The wolves are more reluctant to leave, but finally, they too turn and follow the retreating dust cloud of the huge beasts.
Thanks Firanne :D
Ima gonna go sleep with the wolves for a bit, to get my natural odor back.