Mirravin

I like candy

LR. so how about those cubs? I hear they have a chance at the championship this time.

I bite hands who come near me with duck tape.

looks angry about something

is in a happy place (um, classical music?)

I fix things with duck tape

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

pie vrs cake

somewhat shiny

I like blueberry cheese cake

I like spinning flaming hearts

Wow! that's a rare sight among these parts." Adam stated in awe googling the dragon. He'd read stories about the dieing race, but he'd never actually seen one. They really were as beautiful, and as dangerous looking as the stories had always told him.

"Are you hear to eat us? or help us? Because I really can't let you eat me right now. I've got a few things to take care of first." Adam gave the remark to the dragon after he'd gotten over the shock of it being there in the first place.

The woman in the tree's let out a small sigh of relief. It appeared that the dragon's entrance had pulled anyone from noticing her slip up. She let herself relax slightly, but maybe a bit too much. As she lost her balance enough that she started to wobble on the tree branch, and slip off. She still hung to the branch and had not fallen to make noise, but she'd let out a small yelp when she fell.

Frainticaly she pulled herself back up onto the branch, and pressed her body against the tree's trunk, cursing herself under her breath, and hoping that the noise would be dismissed as a forest animal.

secertly likes scoripo

hates cancer

LR to professional home maker.

No, no, no! the black back drop doesn't go as well with my eyes as the pink!

dora vrs the powerrangers

*ties to escape from being tripped on, and cries like a big baby*

whaaaaa!

is jelous that Mirravin is prettier, so he calls her a man to make her feel ugly.

feels loved

looks like a woman but needs to feel manly

likes the colors blue and black

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

"Hey, as long as that meal doesn't entitle a date as well. Because I don't roll that way, buddy. Oh, and pax, the things in this forest make werwolves look like cute little puppies." Adam reported while pausing to watch the bard work his magic.

(Did anyone else hear that?)

"Uh, no not really. I didn't hear anything. Maybe you're hearing something far off in the distance. I'm told you elves have hearing that goes on for miles." Adam tied to reason. He didn't want to doubt someone with better hearing, and he couldn't hear anything but The bards signing.

The robed figure lounging in the tree limbs ahead shifted her weight slightly, while still attempting to be undetectable. When the bard's song reached her ears however, she couldn't help herself, and she started humming a small siren's tune to match his melody. Even when he stopped his song to comment on the noise, she didn't skip a single note, carrying the thieves into a hazy dream land.

When she realized what she'd done, she held her breath, hopping that no one would notice.

ooc sorry it's taken me so long, No net at home so I have to take my time on the net when I can get it. fortunatly it looks like you guys do pretty well by yourself for the most part. Oppsy, sorry bout that Devious, reading too fast I suppose, I'll change it later when I get the time.

Ic: "Go on and make them sleep some more bard guy. You seem to be very good at it. Our new friend want's to leave without us, and it's not a good idea for her to go in there alone. Lusha forest..... it doesn't just have your average lions and bears so to speak. Oh, and Pax, I ment to say that Nadda had pretty eyes. I'm sorry if I've misslead you. It's just the way I roll." Adam yelled back at them and quickly went to following behind Nadda. He somehow felt respossible for her wellbeing, to spite the fact that she'd put down his every attempt to be friendly.

Meanwhile a lean figured drapped in beautiful snowy white robes from head to toe lay lazyly on a large tree branch that hung over the forest path. Her robes hung losely around her slim body, and the branch she sat atop, not unlike a banner hanging from a post. Especialy since her robes stood out so well against the dark earthy trees, and the leafy floor of the forest.

Her keen eyes caught sight of a reptilian like woman heading her way at an amazing speed. Not wanting to be seen quite yet, she chanted a few words and her robes seemed to slowly lose their color, until both her and her robes were completly transparent.

Adam, stood looking at Raven standing there, asleep, and was more than tempted to swing at him anyways. He even raised his blade to take a swing, but something stopped him. It was just a simple glitter in his eyes to most. Although the more keen eyed could only assume he'd had a flashback of a more fond memory.

"Bard, I wasn't all that sure about you, but I think I like your songs after all." He told him with a slight ting of regret in his voice.

Then Paxtera's voice made it's way to his ears, and he instictivly looked back to find her or their face. Instead of looking at Pax his eye's landed on Nadda.

"Whoa! when did you come out of hiding? I distinctly remember some robes somewhere on your person. Some very distasteful one's I might add. I mean if you were just going to get rid of it why bother wearing it in the first place? Unless it was some kind of ploy to get into my pants, if that's the case I'm sorry to inform you that I don't do that on the first date." As he said it he was waiting for his slap in the face or his kick in the pants. When he didn't recive either right away he figured maybe she hadn't decided which she rather do yet.

Raven drew his attention away from Nadda for the moment and over to him, and the bard, and
The question the bard asked next seemed to make him more nervous than it should have.

"Raven, no need to bring any childhood stories out of the basement. Just tell him your newest reason for hating me." He was almost begging while running his hands though his hair.

"This man refused to pay me my money, and he's a whip, and I hate him. Those are my reasons." Raven answered in a strange dreamy state. Hearing this Adam allowed himself to relax just a little.