~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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Callabine snorted. "If you have a file number it would be the number one." She took some disinfectant out of the kit, along with bandages.

"No it wouldn't... besides your right. I am too old for you." He really didn't care about age, but he did care about getting involved. He was falling for her quirky ways, he saw more than she let on.... it was different, interesting. But he was tired of being a widower, and did not want a repeat. "I was born a year after The Condor, in Larkspur. I was in in the service of the temple until the Viper destroyed it, in fact they destroyed all the temples accept for the Mobguars. When that happened I joined the infantry." He was feeling a weak and leaned his head back. "Your turn I need to stay awake and talking is starting to drain me."
 
Mordihm cringed.
"No, she wouldn't lie to me." He replied, although he didn't totally believe it.

"Remember they mix truth and lies to sway you.. if it doesn't effect you now it will later." She knew it would get worse, Valhalla wound not kill her but most likely be overjoyed to savor pitching them against each other. Mordihm stay strong.

The fox leapt for the Angel and wrapped himself around it taking the form of a viper. Celestia did nothing to interfere. So happened the Viper hissed out and let go... "it stings!"

"He is pure light fool, You are a lower shadow, you cannot fight each other that way."

The angel was taken aback, he shook off an odd sensation and aimed his sword.
 
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"You do have a good arm, it may not deter me but I felt it." He winked.

"My hand still hurts from punching your early" a few moments later "I think the one woman, Kasha? Might be killing Krits, I have seen that look before, and it never end well" she was trying to change the subject.
 
Callabine snorted. "If you have a file number it would be the number one." She took some disinfectant out of the kit, along with bandages.


"No it wouldn't... besides your right.  I am too old for you."  He really didn't care about age, but he did care about getting involved.  He was falling for her quirky ways, he saw more than she let on.... it was different, interesting.  But he was tired of  being a widower, and did not want a repeat.  "I was born a year after The Condor, in Larkspur.  I was in in the service of the temple until the Viper destroyed it, in fact they destroyed all the temples accept for the Mobguars.  When that happened I joined the infantry."  He was feeling a weak and leaned his head back.  "Your turn I need to stay awake and talking is starting to drain me."
Callabine stared at him. "I didn't mean it that way, I just meant that you are older than me." She poured a small amount of disinfectant onto his wound. It vanished into the bullet hole, turning purple as it did. "The combination of stinging and numbness should keep you awake."
 
"My hand still hurts from punching your early" a few moments later "I think the one woman, Kasha? Might be killing Krits, I have seen that look before, and it never end well" she was trying to change the subject.
"Everyone owes Krits a slap on occasion." he took her hand and his lit up, relieving her pain. "What you tell me goes no where else, unless you wish it. Holding things in eats you away... I am guilty as well."
 
she walk straight up to the general "If i am left there, they will kill me, Unlike bloodtribe, they don't like non-dracon tribe members.and on top of that this is a bloodtribe tattoo, not the best thing to have with a tribe that Bloodtribe raids!" she knew she couldn't go to the Sati, she didn't even know her own people. (if given the offer, she might give up her raider past ;) she had this strong urge to survive, no matter what it takes"
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Tosk shook his head. "I would have heard it."

Collia shrugged, "dunno then." She seemed to have changed in some way.

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she walk straight up to the general "If i am left there, they will kill me, Unlike bloodtribe, they don't like non-dracon tribe members.and on top of that this is a bloodtribe tattoo, not the best thing to have with a tribe that Bloodtribe raids!" she knew she couldn't go to the Sati, she didn't even know her own people. (if given the offer, she might give up her raider past ;) she had this strong urge to survive, no matter what it takes"

A strnge force, like two identical poles in a magnet, kept her a safe distance away. "Then where is the bloodtribe?"
 
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