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Casimira... - Cassian - 02-04-2019 At first it had been fun, Mom being gone. All the things she hadn’t let him do before he had immediately gone and done. He’s not sure why she’d been so worried! He is just fine, obviously. Maybe a few burrs in his hair, but what’s the harm in that? He’d tried to get it out before anyone noticed, but rubbing his tufty little mane against the tree had only seemed to cement them in place further. Well, that, and the tree sap didn’t help. But who’d have thought pine trees are so sticky? Not him, that’s for sure. He’d kind of maybe a little bit avoided Casi since then. Mostly because he didn’t want her laughing at him. With a snort, and a little stomp, he squirms deeper into the thicket, narrowing his eyes at the place where Mom normally met them. Still nothing. It felt like she’d been gone a really long time. It’d been super fun at first, but now, covered in burrs and a little hungry, it seems much less fun. Do you think something happened to her? She’d never been gone this long before. For a hot minute, he’s tempted to find Casi, until he remembers the burrs. And the sap. No. Definitely not. He’d just have to go find Mom then. She couldn’t be far. Right? Right. Starting forward, he picks up a bouncy trot, burred tail bobbing, head held high as he peers curiously around him. He goes the direction he remembers seeing her go. Of course, after a little bit, she’d gone out of sight, so he might have to guess a little bit. But, well, he is a good guesser. A very good guesser. He could definitely find her. It takes him a while to realize he is lost. It takes him even longer to admit that he’s lost. He’d slowed down to an ambling walk a while ago, but now he stops entirely. With a huff, he leans against a nearby tree, itching his mane against the rough bark. Burrs are itchy. Sap is itchy. And he’s tired. And hungry. Mom better be close. He’s not sure how much longer he could keep looking. Or how he was getting home. @[Casimira] RE: Casimira... - Casimira - 02-06-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah RE: Casimira... - Cassian - 02-15-2019 Oh no. Ohhh no nonononono. Shoot. Even as much as he’d kinda wanted to see her right about now, seeing Casi burst from the bushes reminded him of what a state he was in. And how far from home he probably was. And that he hadn’t told her he was leaving. Of course, he’d had very good reasons for all of that. But Casi was not always the most reasonable sort. Leaping wildly, Cas dives into the nearest bush, trying to hide before she spotted the mess he’d made of himself. Of course, it would be his luck that he’d chosen a thornbush to leap into. Of all things. With a ear-shattering screech, he scrambles quickly backwards, too-lanky limbs tangling with clinging branches and vines until he tumbles over backwards, at least half a branch coming with him as he does so. Not only is he covered in burrs and sap, but now angry scratches cover his legs and shoulders, along with a few trickles of bright red blood that quickly mat into his fur. Eyes rolling upwards, he glares at Casi as she nearly breaks her back laughing at him. Scowling, he scrambles to his feet before shaking himself vigorously, loosing dirt and leaves from his slim, lanky frame. Not that that helps overly much. He’s still covered in burrs and sap and scratches, a few wayward leaves clinging stubbornly as well, just to add that extra cherry on top. With a huff, he stalks forward and butts his head against Casi’s shoulder. Hard. He hopes the burrs scratch her. She deserves it for laughing it him. “As if you wouldn’t have done the same if you weren’t such a bum,” Cassian retorts, glaring at her. “That’s what happens when you sneak out all night!” With another huff, he turns his away from her, staring into the distance as he deliberately ignores her. It might even have been more dramatic if he’d stomped off, but he’d missed her too much, even if she was being unbelievably awful right now. Not that he’d ever admit to any of that. Still, he really hopes she enjoys talking to butts! Because that’s all she was getting from him. RE: Casimira... - Random Event - 02-18-2019 @[Cassian] is safe from the plague. For now. (rolled a 4) @[Casimira] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 3). She will show symptoms (rolled a 2). She will not express a trait (rolled a 6). RE: Casimira... - Casimira - 02-24-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah @[Cassian] RE: Casimira... - Cassian - 03-04-2019 Smarter twin, ha! As if! Oooooooo, if only he could read thoughts. Regrettably, he can’t, and therefore has no clue that Casi seems to think she’s the smarter twin. He would so set her straight if he knew. Of course, arguably, after today, she might very well be. But good luck convincing him of that. Seems he’d managed to get some of his father’s traits after all. His ears flatten against his neck as she cackles at him, clearly enjoying herself at his expense. He huffs irritably, scowling fiercely into the trees. And if he’d had arms, though would’ve been crossed moodily. As it is however, she’d still no doubt get the picture. “I don’t sneak out all night,” he mimics in a low, mocking tone, more to himself than to her. Of course, he’s plenty sure she can overhear him. Good! As if only sneaking out part of the night is better than the whole night. He’s not that dumb, thanks. The sharp nip that lands on his rump just then however, pulls him abruptly from his thoughts and expels a squeak of surprise from his lips. Ears pinning, he bucks in retaliation, though she’s close enough he couldn’t have possibly hit her very hard. Still, serves her right. He snorts when she slips alongside him, not trusting her suddenly much more placating demeanor. He ducks his head almost instinctively as she reaches for him, but she only plucks a wayward burr from the impossible tangle that is his mane. “I’m not a creep, you’re a creep!” Ok, so, probably not the cleverest comeback. But he couldn’t very well tell her he missed her when she left. Eying her askance, his scowl deepens, his skin shivering uncomfortably against the itching burrs and sap and scratches. He huffs at her insult, little foot stomping, even though he really doesn’t have a very good comeback. He’d already used the one. And, well, he wasn’t actually going to be a dummy and use it again. Even if his present situation already indicated that that ship had sailed. After a moment of irritable silence, he huffs again before grumbling, “I was trying to find Mom. She clearly got lost.” RE: Casimira... - Ryatah - 03-21-2019 ryatah hell is empty and all the devils are here
She isn’t sure how long she had actually been gone, though it was likely less than a day. It had taken her a few moments to grasp back on to reality, when everything from the lair had disappeared and the meadow had once again bloomed around her. Nothing felt real; like waking from a dream and not being able to distinguish reality from imaginary. But the stinging mark on her hip served as a reminder — as if the memories of him weren’t enough. She blinks her almost black eyes in the too bright sun, and she knows she still smells of the sea, and of him. There is a sickening part of her that doesn’t want it to fade away. But when reality fully settles in, there is a brief moment of panic when she realizes the twins have been alone all this time — however long that had been. She has hardly made it through the forest when she can hear their familiar voices — arguing, of course, and if she wasn’t instantly irritated at the fact that they had left Tephra, she would have been amused by it. Following the sound of their bickering, she rounds a particularly thick grove of trees, and comes to a stop to take in the sight of Casimira trying to pull something from Cassian’s hair. “Did I not tell you two to stay in Tephra?” Her voice is hushed in comparison to their higher, more vibrant ones, but it carries the weight of her dissatisfaction all the same. When Casimira begins to sound her protest, she simply casts her a silent stare, before turning her attention to Cassian. His mane was matted with burrs, and she could see where his scratched skin was exposed beneath his black coat. “Cassian, what did you do?” The question is punctuated by an exasperated sigh, but it was difficult to be mad when he looked rather pathetic and was clearly injured. Her mild irritation at finding her two youngest children alone in the wilderness was replaced by concern, her face softening as she reaches to pull him into her. She brushes her muzzle gently along the crest of his neck, sweeping her eyes swiftly across him and deciding that none of his injuries were life threatening. Methodically and as gently as she can manage, she begins to pull the burrs from the top of his mane, and working her way down. “You two are lucky nothing happened to you,” She says during a pause in her work. “What were you doing all the way out here anyway?” RE: Casimira... - Casimira - 03-21-2019 CASIMIRA dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah |