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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/3/2016 12:15:27 AM
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*the hydra recoils from the fire and flees*
*the figure tries jerking his foot from his boot, which is stuck*
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The large bird lands a few feet away from the figure and tilts its head at the figure after folding its wings inwards.
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*the figure seemingly looks toward Nightingale. any direct detail is obscured by darkness*
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Nightingale caws inquisitively. [i]"Are you alright?"[/i]
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y-y-yeah... t-thankss for the help. *his voice is rather reptilian in nature*
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[i]Hmm....[/i] Nightingale looks closer at the figure, and his eyes glow orange.
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*the orange glow illuminates his dragon-like form. his head most certainly looked like it belonged to a dragon (a very sleek one at that, with seemingly no spikes. most of him is smooth). two medium sized horns are visible going up and back, downward and then forward, like a curl. his scales are a reflective black*
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[i]Interesting...[/i]
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uh-uhmm.. wh-who are y-you? *he's shaking. maybe out of fear, maybe out of exhaustion*
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Edited by Nightingale: 11/3/2016 12:44:10 AM[i]I'm Nightingale, an Ahamkara. I won't harm you. You should get some rest while I go deal with that Hydra."[/i] Nightingale leaps over and gently moves the figure's foot away from the root and onto the ground. He then looks at his foot and a small fire ignites on all of his feathers.
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(the hydra's gone, this is an intro, remember?) *he holds his knees to his chest shivering*
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[spoiler]Right..[/spoiler] Nightingale leaps down and lands beside the cloaked figure. He tilts his head at him and caws.
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S-ssorry for n-not talking much.. i g-get c-c-c-cold eassily..
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Nightingale generates a fire next to him and the flames on his feathers grow larger.
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*he tosses his soaking wet cloak off and huddles by the fire* T-th-thanks.. *he's currently wearing torn up shorts and a grey tank top*
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[i]Of course. I will help anyone who doesn't inherently wish to kill me.[/i] Nightingale intensifies the fire and the heat it radiates intensifies even further.
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*he shudders as he absorbs the warmth, his body temperature rising back to normal* Ahaahhh... thank you.. *he lies on his side, scooting a little closer to the fire*
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Edited by Nightingale: 11/3/2016 1:14:52 AM"[i]Us dragons need to stick together...[/i]", Night thinks to himself.
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*he's so close to the fire, it begins to singe his sweaty clothes. he couldnt care less, as he was basically fire-proof* I-im Nyxon by the w-way.
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[i]I feel as though I've heard that name before..[/i]
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I-it ssoundss like Nixon.. my name is sspelled with a y, not an i.. *his shirt catches fire, only promting him to smile and yawn*
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Nightingale nods and glances around anxiously. He then changes back to his dragon form over the next two minutes and then glances around again.
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*Nyxon perks his head up* W-wow.. i d-didnt know..
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[i]Yes, I am a dragon, similar to you...just much larger.[/i] Nightingale sighs deeply. [i]Do you know what became of my kind?[/i]
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i've heard the tales... if its anything like what ive heard.. you really dont need to tell me..
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[i]Then you know that I am the last of my kind.[/i]
