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Post by Thane on Aug 16, 2008 12:06:24 GMT -6
Thane gazes south in amusement as a flaming streak shoots across the valley and makes a large plume of sand burst into the air from the impact. He turns excitedly to Lysandor, "Did you see that? It must be only a few miles away!"
He looks excited to go and check it out, and he slurps the soup down quickly and tosses his bowl toward his pack. "What luck, I'd bet it is at least the size of my paw. Lets go get it, we may not get another chance like this." He barks excitedly pointing off into the desert.
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Post by Lysandor on Aug 16, 2008 14:36:24 GMT -6
Lysandor turns to see the plume of sand dissapate in the air, and a hint of a smile crosses his face. He pushes himself to his feet.
"Since we cannot travel any more this night, we might as well investigate," he says. He looks to Pascha and something sharp crosses his gaze before settling back to his stoic mask. "Why don't you accompany us? You would know more about star metal than either of us. Your expertise and assistance in this matter would be greatly appreciated."
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Post by Narrator on Sept 7, 2008 14:24:25 GMT -6
Pascha looks to Lysandor with a half smile. "The work has been done for you love, you know where it is. Some one must stay and watch the camp. Scamper off with your friend, bring it back and I'll tell you whether it is a keeper or not." and she waves her little hands in a shooing motion.
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Post by Thane on Sept 11, 2008 10:52:01 GMT -6
The hound's red eyes dart between the two as his patience over the delay wears thin quickly. "It is just over there..." he points a curved claw off in the horizon as the sun sets.
His nose goes up into the air and he sniffs at the fine scent of burnt metal and stone. "It is so close I can smell it..." He protests as he is practically dancing from his excitement to go get it.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 14, 2008 23:18:57 GMT -6
"All that needs to be done is to secure the food so the desert scavanger's do not get into it," he says nonchalantly, his eyes - like Thane's - on the horizon. "This is the only place in the area that is suitable for shelter that if there were any other travelers we would have run into them by now. There is no need to watch the camp this night."
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Post by Thane on Sept 16, 2008 15:36:31 GMT -6
Thane snorts his great disapproval at the hesitant little demoness. His eyes sear into hers as he turns to bark at her.
"Just what are you afraid of anyway to be so skiddish of retrieving a simple stone? Hum?" Thane growls.
"Perhaps you believe that if we wait long enough the winds shall bring it to us... or you are waiting for us to leave so you can rummage our supplies and pilfer our weapons, either would be foolish... as is making me wait for Master Lysandor's assist as you dance around the issue as he clearly wishes your accompaniment. Secure your provisions and be quick about it... madame... the sooner the better as I also wish to retun the camp immediately with our star metal.
Thane's thick finger shoots toward the landing site in his temper solidifying his impatience to make way.
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Post by Narrator on Sept 17, 2008 22:22:40 GMT -6
The little demoness looks to the great hound with a look of balderdash for a moment. She turns to look again to Lysandor as her jaw drops open.
"Is he serious?"
She says with a look of shock. She turns to lock up her foods and soon she is ready though she is dragging her feet. She looks to Lysandor once more then to Thane looking perturbed.
"Well since your friend has asked so nicely... go on you mangy beast... fetch your damn comet... we'll be right behind you... stupid... bossy... mutt."
The last part she mutters under her breath to avoid the Rachet's temper. Demonlings know about Rachets... Something akin to upsetting a wookie is always something to avoid if possible. After all she hadn't made her living by being foolish. She knows not to raise the suspicions of the Fallen as well. Though somewhat legit she still has her secrets that prying eyes need not know about. Especially the Elite.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 22, 2008 22:24:09 GMT -6
Lysandor's expression is bereft of any humor, though his eyes simmer oddly. "Always."
He turns to follow Thane after the comet, and glances at Pascha, his eyebrow quirking slightly.
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Post by Thane on Sept 23, 2008 14:55:25 GMT -6
Thane's eyes blink after Pasha locks up and he turns to make off to he hunk of fallen iron with haste. He turns toward the Newts and holds up his large paw... "Stay..."
He then b-lines straight for the sizable crater in the still hot sand. His large paws prevent his considerable weight from sinking past his hocks as he trudges off through the glimmering sands in the flailing light of the dusk sun.
He looks to Lysandor. "There... do you see it?" he points off to the base of a large dune with a smooth glassy shine where the meteor made the sand a rugged glass from the pressure and heat.
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Post by Narrator on Sept 23, 2008 15:07:37 GMT -6
Time passes quickly as the demons near the meteor. The smell of scorched sand and hot metal fills the air. The still glowing metal illuminates the area with a soft orange glow making for an surreal sight. The Metal itself is distorted but intact as it has burrowed deep into the sands encasing it in a partial glassy cocoon.
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 23, 2008 22:40:55 GMT -6
Lysandor keeps an eye on their surroundings. Despite his assurances of being alone, he's not taking any chances. Lysandor follows Thane's finger and nods once.
"I can see it clearly," he replies. "We should reach it and have it back with us before the hour is up."
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Post by Narrator on Sept 25, 2008 16:52:55 GMT -6
Pasha scrambles easily over the dunes as her reptilian feet are well suited for skimming the sand. She also looks to the glowing dune and nods a bit.
"Yep, thats a biggin' alright. I have seen bigger though not for some time mind you."
She looks up to Thane and smirks. "So grumpy, is it all you thought it would be? huh? I'll make you a wager... if your not too chicken to take me on in a race that is." She says as she taunts the Rachet.
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Post by Thane on Sept 25, 2008 22:25:19 GMT -6
The Rachet looks down at the little demonling with a look of disbelief for a moment. His ears flatten as his eyes narrow at her in contemplation.
"You are out of your mind... madame, you do know that don't you?"
The hound says as he shakes his large head no.
"What is the wager and I shall determine if the odds are acceptable."
Thane says intrigued to the challenge posed by this crafty little demoness.
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Post by Narrator on Sept 29, 2008 11:45:00 GMT -6
Pasha grins as she looks to Thane.
"I would not have gotten to my position if I were not at least partially, silly Rachet. I propose first one there to the glass field wins. if i get there fisrt and I win... I get half of that star rock... if you get there first, I loose you can keep my share. Lysie here can be the judge. Won't you sweetie? I know him well enough to know he will remain unbiased... lest he has changed that much... "
She says with a sly smirk on her reptilian lips.
"So... is it a wager... or not?"
She teases the hound by tucking her hands under her pits and flaps her arms like a chicken at Thane.
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Post by Thane on Oct 3, 2008 11:17:43 GMT -6
The terrain is not suited for the Rachet to run and he knows it. His since of pride smarts as the demonling has the clear advantage in the desert conditions. He looks up to the glass field and views the surrounding landscape. Stones pop up through the sand, scattered but enough to leap from one to another should he need to gain distance by his powerful leaping ability. It may work... it may not...
"I accept, prepare to relinquish your rights to the claim madame."
Thane says with steely confidence. He is not prepared to eat crow so his determination to succeed is overriding his since of the low odds of success. If he could just make the rocks fast enough through the sands, the Demonling won't stand a chance. If not, he will loose big time. Good thing he is a grace under pressure kind of Rachet.
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Post by Lysandor on Oct 5, 2008 21:12:08 GMT -6
Lysandor sits out the wager banter, but looks vaguely skeptical at the whole ordeal. He looks between Pascha and Thane and looks out to the meteorite. He sighs faintly, resigning himself to the duel of speed between the Rachet and Demonling.
"Any warnings I might give will fall on deaf ears," he says, mostly to himself. He turns to Thane. "I will walk to the stone and give the signal. That way, should there be a question of who is first, I will be close enough to judge correctly."
He starts toward the middling crater, moving quickly, but not outright running.
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Post by Narrator on Oct 14, 2008 10:05:02 GMT -6
As Lysandor approaches the glass field, the meteor rock glows with intensity and heat. The sands melted are hard under his boots and crack and crush like plated snow or thin ice. Spider web cracks grow from his steps and soon the smooth glassy ground is solid enough to hold his weight and not break.
The winds have all but disappeared and the sun has crept below the horizon filling the sky with muted purples and red orange glow of its parting light in the still calm. The glow of the meteor making the most light in the area now, almost like a beacon in the desert.
pasha readies herself as she watches Lysandor in the distance. her eyes narrow to see him against the glow of the meteor and she struggles to focus in the fading light.
"Dangit, hurry up already Lysie, I ain't got all night to wait for your lazy butt." she whispers to herself becoming nervous and fidgety.
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Post by Lysandor on Oct 18, 2008 22:13:16 GMT -6
Lysandor inspects the area as he walks through it, seeming interested in the sand-glass. He reaches the meteor and frowns slightly at it, almost as though he were expecting to jump up and attack him rather than stay nestled in its sand-glass "home."
He turns back to the two waiting demons - waiting on him to give the word to start.
"Go," Lysandor says, raising his voice enough to be heard over the distance, but still somehow managing not to yell...
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Post by Thane on Oct 19, 2008 12:02:25 GMT -6
Lysandor could have whispered and the hound still would have learched into action. As it is he leaps from the starting point and he makes way for the glass field. The sand is slowing him down a bit but his huge paws act as paddle wheels and dig deep into the sand propelling him forward, bent on winning this contest, cheating the odds.
He pants loudly from the exertion as he scrambles wildly to make the first exposed rock before the Demoness makes to great a distance before him.
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Post by Narrator on Oct 23, 2008 9:52:54 GMT -6
Pasha is not as quick as Thane of the mark but the light little lizard demon scoots across the sand as if it were solid ground. She scurries by the great hound like he is standing still.
"I'll see you at the finish line looser...."
She taunts Thane as she scurries by the struggling hound.
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