~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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"You look like you're in some. You are going to have to wait a moment, just stand there." Voo replied, trying to keep her tone low.

(bbl, dinner!)
 
Christina gazed at Voodoo again, and finally a small bit of recognition glimmered in her blue eyes. "Water." She echoed, sinking heavily back down to a rough sitting position. "Yes, water. Thank you."
 
The city appeared to be almost empty, not a single dragon was on the streets... or anywhere
. Tonight was Henry's funeral, and the entire city was gathered in the Great Hall for the ceremony.
 
Apart from the rest of the city, Caius was not at the ceremony. Jealous of Henry's accomplishments he had opted to stay behind and be sour about the whole thing... as usual. As his fellow citizens mourned, he was picking around the market to see if anyone had left anything behind for him to eat.
 
Christina gazed at Voodoo again, and finally a small bit of recognition glimmered in her blue eyes. "Water." She echoed, sinking heavily back down to a rough sitting position. "Yes, water. Thank you."


zar'roc sat down where he was trying to hide his pain, a pool of blood gathered underneath him from his many cuts and bite wounds.


"Good, good. I just have to go get some, just stay right here, okay? Won't be a second." She smiled, starting back towards her den. She made sure to make eye contact with the other one too, so he new she was addressing both.
 
niernen got to the great hall and knocked on the door "is anyone there?" he called out hoping someone would hear him.
brisingur was walking through the market when she saw Caius "where is everybody?" she asked him limping closer to him.
 
The city appeared to be almost empty, not a single dragon was on the streets... or anywhere
. Tonight was Henry's funeral, and the entire city was gathered in the Great Hall for the ceremony.


Frill sat behind the others.
Her heart was heavier than it had been, only having recently discovered Henry's fate.
Caronia was to blame without a doubt and she battled the angry tears that threatened to sear her eyes as she thought of it.
What else could that wicked place take? Everything...
 
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