~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

[member 142084]

"What do you think Ambassador Luna? " Nostros handed her Terrellian Nectar, something rare, nutritious, and finer than honey.

 

[OwlLover]

Manex growled, stalking away again. He didn't care if she was gone or not anymore, he was planning something and it didn't matter if he had her or not.

 

[OwlLover]

"What do you think Ambassador Luna? " Nostros handed her Terrellian Nectar, something rare, nutritious, and finer than honey.

"I'm thinking."

 

[bluedragonfire]

What's happening?" Tosk asked anxiously.

"Tosk, I gotta go, like now. The Lunar Cat empire is under attack. Commander Sheila wants be to meet her at the star Ansil.

Tosk's ears drooped and his eyes darkened. "You have to go?"

 

[member 142084]

Manex growled, stalking away again. He didn't care if she was gone or not anymore, he was planning something and it didn't matter if he had her or not.

She sighed. "Its not working... If I fail thats the end of it, I can never go home again, they will all die." She worked awhile and made food and finally produced enough water to bathe in. She rested a bit, and once she was sure he was gone she would find whatever she could and hide it in her room, until she could find a way out of the lair. He left often enough she knew it would be long.

 

[OwlLover]

Tosk's ears drooped and his eyes darkened. "You have to go?"

She sighed, "yeah. I don't really want to... I mean, you can come, but I don't think you'd want to..."

 

[OwlLover]

Manex looked at the key to Valhalla's prison, resting on his neck like a necklace. For a split second he thought about smashing it into a million pieces, but thought better of it. After he had escaped from the void Valhalla had been imprisoned again, and his love killed. Valhalla was a vital ally- he would need him soon.

 

[bluedragonfire]

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"I don't think that my Commander would allow me to leave. I have duties here," Tosk looked away, sighing quietly.

 

[bluedragonfire]

(Is Kludd going to wake up anytime soon?)

 

[member 142084]

Vellora went up to the cockpit finally, after having finished reading the Rivven histroy and protocal they had been given. She looked at Callabine's chair. "That is cleaverly crafted, your chair! Did you design that?"