Mirravin

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing

has five pares of ears

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made

I realize that we are all standing it wetting inducing bushes, and then...

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little

is not pale but has no nose

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a

is m jackson?

The robed woman turned her attention back to the axe holding brute.

"G-girl? I'm old enough to be the grandma of the first woman born in your family. You better be glad I don't keep grudges. Other wise you might not have the pleasure of insulting me in such a way." she snapped at the man.


"As we told the bard here, a moment's thought before you speak will save you a lot of trouble in the future", Pax told him in a slightly exasperated tone.

"Wait, are you feeling left out Pax? I'm not picky if that's what you think." Adam had already reconized the tone in her voice meant as soon as he heard it.

Then he turned to the bard. "You said your name is Laz? I guess that's better than no name. You know there are others who manage to keep a single name over the years. I'm curious as to why elves never manage to do the same?" Adam attempted to start some friendly conversation.

"That's because most of them think their name too good for your ears. Elves can be real pricks most of their lives. This one here is one of the most laid back I've seen, a real work of art to say the least. Even he might feel his name is too good to be spoken by you or any one else here." The robed woman growled over at Adam. She didn't seem very fond of elves.

"I really don't know too much about dragons. Although the ones around here are well, more dragon like." Adam tried to explain his way of thinking, while he continued to have his eyes locked onto the woman who'd fallen from the tree, hopping to get another peek at her legs.

The robed woman sat up from her place on the ground and pulled her hood closer over her face, and her robe skirts back over her lower torso.

"You know I wouldn't have gotten stuck if you hadn't been so rude to me. So really it is all your fault. It's also your fault that my cover has been blown. Had you not been so ready to try and pump me for information I would have been able to stay hidden with graceful easy. No you had to be barbaric and play upon my temper!

It's not exactly proper to greet someone by placing a blade to their neck, and you wonder why humans get such a bad reputation! What ever happened to being polite, and giving introduction to one another? I am a lady and I will have nothing more but to be treated like one.

For another thing, I'm not a coward just because I don't feel like telling you every little thing you want to hear. I'm not your fairy god mother and I'm certainly not your little helper!" By the time She'd finished she was standing up a few inches away from the man's face, but still far enough away to stay hidden. Her fist were clutched, and she was quivering slightly. One could only assume by the way she was yelling that her face must have been red with anger. Either way now that she was out in the opened she didn't seem to feel the need to hold anything back.

"You go girl!" Adam splirted out. They could only tell that the woman's head had turned to face him by the change in the positioning in the hood on her head. Even though he couldn't see her eyes he could feel the heated glare she was giving him from under that hood.

"Oh, you are a dragon then. That's too bad. I was hoping you weren't. You are much cuter that way." Adam tells the dragon, then he turns back to the bard.

"Thanks, I think I'll save this for later. I think I might need it more then than I do now. By the way, I don't think I caught your name. Don't take it personally if you've already told me. I've always paid more attention to the ladies than the men. It's in my nature." Adam took the leaf and placed in in a fanny pack like pouch around his hip.

The figure who'd been hiding in the trees made a huff about being called a coward. After all, what did he know about her line of work. Other than what he'd just decided to assume?

Still fumming from such a comment, She did a little stomp on the branch she was standing on, but when she did her boot got caught in a mangle of branches, and vines.

In an attempt to wench her foot free, she gives her foot a few good yanks. However, instead of freeing herself, she caused herself to loose her own balance, and she topples out of the tree with a yelp, her foot still caught in the tree.

She was now in plain sight for all to see. Her robes hanging backwards in her face tossing back and forth as she fruitlessly tried to free herself. Exposing her smooth, pale, silver white legs, and a bushy red tipped fox tail that lashed back and forth wildly clearly displaying to those of keen eyes that she was going though a great deal of pain. For those who weren't familiar with what it means for an animal to wag their tail in such a way, the whinning and whimmpering were enough of a clue to let them know she wasn't having a good time.

Adam noticed her flailing about in the corner of his eye, and the sight of her legs caught his eye quicker than anything else would have.

"Wow, now that's a sexy set of legs if I've ever seen one." He spouted out not making any attempt to help her. Aparently he was too absorbed in admiring her legs at the moment.

LOL a flying wheel!

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the

tpam get's high

I still like fudge!

Adam just watched in awe as the group seemed to get along with one another so well, all except for the bard, and the dragon. Which for the most part didn't look like a dragon anymore.

"Now I'm confused. Are you a two legged chick, or are you a dragon? You can't just keep on changing like that and not tell which one you really are. My poor little mind just can't take all the pressure." Adam started then he turned to the bard.

"Now what kinda leaf are you eating to break out in song and dance like that? I think I might need some. Especially with all these new weird people I keep running into. Not that they aren't beautiful to look at. I just don't think I can take all this outragosousness at once." He said jokingly.

The figure in the tree sighed in frustration at the man who believed he had her taken hostage. Her first thought was to confront him, but then she remembered trying to keep her cover for as long as possible.

"I don't have to answer to you, or anyone here for that matter." Her soft voice ringing in his ears was the only evidence that she'd ever been standing there with him to begin with. He could only guess that maybe she'd used some form of teleportation to escape his grasp. Which meant she must still be around the area somewhere.

Which was indeed right. The robbed woman had no intentions of leaving her post. Not when there was so much that rode on her being there.

I am not you either

likes pie

uh, not to sound mean but what rock have you been living under?

Brute is MUCH better than tanks.

anywho, I think this rouge thing will bring more heroes to the vill side and more vills to the hero side, which I think will help balance things out a bit more. Plus people who rp will be able to play out their characters better this way too.

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on

is pack obsessed

is sad because he has no packs

likes the magic pack cape

tpam could add a few more letters and get this word tampon

I'm 20 years old and am often mistaken for a 12 year old.