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Posted by Slv. Voraer on February 15, 2009, 1:33 am, in reply to "VORAER; Ever heard of Oscar the Grouch?" Voraer wondered what it was with air mares that made them so unbelievably silly and ridiculous. They wasted their potential on such useless, frivolous things, like swirling ice flowers or rainbow winds (insert Pocahontas song). Why they were so persistent and insensible to the warnings of their element against his. He always knew the madness was in the air, and Andarin was full of it. V O R A E R
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She followed him. It was not surprising really, Voraer supposed he would have followed a raving fire lunatic after an exit like that too. But then Voraer wasn’t as shy or weak as she was, he would have chased the crazed shouting beast simply because it was a test of his strength and a fresh challenge. Why exactly she chased him was less understood to the silver viper. She drew upon him as he moved through Desreal, on a cloud of all things. He glanced sidelong at her, the wild whites of his eyes showing- she was utterly absurd! He stopped suddenly as she spoke, rounding on her as he turned sharply, his copper tail whipping around in a trail of ash. ”You’re a wolf aren’t ya!” He demanded bitterly, eyes of steel flashing dangerously. ”Then that means you’re just like the rest of them. Condescending, smug, proud, crazy and entirely impossible to deal with.” He snorted a cloud of ash, turning roughly away from her, stalking stiffly as he struggled with his fire to stay calm. ”The only help I’d want now would be a way to bring Fenris off her pedestal. Burn Andarin to the ground. They deserve it.” Voraer snarled as he spoke, fire wriggling between his teeth.
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