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"What is involved with hosting the... 'Olympics' here?" Skottlossning inquired slowly. Like Lilystar, he had no idea what this Olympics was. "Would our camp be large enough to host the Clans and other groups?" he wondered.
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[ooc: is this open to others?]
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Skottlossning quietly waited outside the den, also curious as to this idea.
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Sibling rivalry? Barely more than a hatchling himself, Skottlossning could sympathise, and nearly felt the urge to join in with this new dragonet and Benedict. But he restrained himself to deal with the matter at hand. Benedict had been possessed, if the small dragon's simple words were anything to go by, and nobody had noticed. He let out a half growl, half sigh of irritation at the thought and flexed his large claws. "Well, it seems we must care for two more dragons in our midst," he said simply. Not that Skottlossning minded, of course; he was delighted to have more dragons around him. The only thing was that he had no clue how to care for others smaller and younger than himself.
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Skottlossning twisted his long neck to the freshkill pile and gently plucked a rabbit from it before he turned back to drop it in front of Ryuuji. However, before the little dragonet could jump on it; he covered it with a large paw. "Bad manners will not be rewarded, little one," he warned, but not unkindly. "If you ask for one in a polite way, you may receive what you wish."
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"If you still require assistance, I am willing," Skottlossning offered as he approached.
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Inside of him, Nero twisted alive to hear Lilystar's words. Hyacinth, gone? The serval's soul was dismayed at the news, as was Skottlossning. "Congratulations to all of the newly promoted," the dragon rumbled at the back of the crowd.
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