Posts by skottlossning

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  • i don't blame you for running my dear [ joiner ]

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    [ooc: hattrick, how do you muse]


    Skottlossning delicately landed beside the small kit, not wanting to crush her under his size. The dragon turned his long neck to assess the injured newcomer and sniffed at him with hot breath. "It depends on who is asking," he rumbled and shifted his wings briefly. Okay, so maybe the three moon old mutated blue whale was trying to show a little bit of intimidation, but who could blame him? Being a rhino-sized dragon who would only grow bigger and bigger was fun!
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    #roanoke

  • HELLO AGAIN, TO ALL MY FRIENDS / open, joining

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    Ooh, looked like a new joiner! Skottlossning spotted the small group of felines as he wheeled about in the sky. With a slight shift of his muscles, the baby dragon flapped down to land - careful not to crush anyone, it wouldn't do for them to die by being squashed by a dragon the size of a rhino - and peered at Skrillex. "Hello, I am Skottlossning," he introduced himself.
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    #roanoke

  • EARLY HALLOWEEN PARTIES ARE THE BEST } Open, PENUMBRA LEADER, Invite

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    "Sounds interesting," Skottlossning said with a small shrug of his wings. He was three months old, what did he know, though? "Benedict or Lilyfern should be here soon." But then Bananasplit arrived and he tilted his long neck to look at her. "Or she's here," he said with a dry rumble.
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    #roanoke

  • THERE IS NO PEACE (CLAN RAID + FIRE)

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    windclan - extreme (venomous fangs, rhino-sized) - no:kill/injure/capture


    Skottlossning flew over the Insignia's camp, his large form partially blocking out what natural light there was. The dragon let out a roar of glee and landed, looking for someone to fight.
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    #roanoke

  • PASTAFARIAN | au open!

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    "Pasta?" Skottlossning asked, his head tilted. The dragon sniffed him and the squawked as Alfredo plummeted from the sky.
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    #roanoke

  • how about no > o, m&g and bullying

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    "As if there is shame in learning the mysteries of healing," Skottlossning rumbled as he glared down at the NPCs with his piercing orange gaze. "The only shame I see is those attacking one smaller than themselves and reveling in it."
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    #roanoke

  • THERE IS NO PEACE (CLAN RAID + FIRE)

  • trying this again [o] INTEREST FOR THE MYSTICS

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    Skottlossning looked curiously at the pentagram drawn into the rock and idly attempted to recreate it with a claw on the ground below him. "This sounds like something I would be interested in," the rhino-sized reptilian hummed.
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    #roanoke

  • "the misty mountains rise" ((open | joining))

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    Skottlossning let out a surprised snort and froze while Myrtlepaw crawled onto him. He twisted his horned neck to stare at the stranger on his back and looked at Polarispaw uncertainly. This female smelled like them male. Was this normal behavior?
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    #roanoke

  • "the misty mountains rise" ((open | joining))

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    And... now the little beast wanted to ride him too. The baby whale-dragon was confused. Was he something to ride? Skottlossning lowered his nose to stare at Ratkit, giving the kitten the perfect opportunity to climb on his spiked head.
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    #roanoke

  • but night makes a fool of us in the daylight - private

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    "Mm, I prefer the sunset myself," Nero said after her small... rant. He looked over at Myrtlepaw with his eyebrow still raised as she talked. And talked. She was rather poetic, though. It was quite interesting. He nearly missed the question in the midst of her tirade: 'How are you?'


    Waiting until she was finished, he then responded, "I'm well, thank you for asking. I had planned on hunting this morning, but..." 'it seems that won't be happening,' he finished silently.
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    #roanoke

  • LIKE AN ANIMAL | open

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    "Back!" Skottlossning roared, his orange eyes blazing with hatred at the foul birds. The dragon snapped his jaws in the general direction of the crows - if he got one then all the better - as he charged forward. This poor feline had been disgraced enough without the cruelty of being devoured.
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    #roanoke

  • LIKE AN ANIMAL | open

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    Skottlossning turned to look at Hyacinthflowering with concern glittering in his eyes and curled an upper lip at Finnishwars. Fascinating? A death of an unknown Clanmate - possibly a friend of his - was fascinating? How dare he? "Such disrespect is intolerable," the dragon snarled as he took a threatening step forward.


    The young reptilian attempted to drape a comforting wing onto Hyacinth's shoulders. "We cannot know that it is Bearpaw," the dragon said to both Polarispaw and Hyacinth. It couldn't be her.
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    #roanoke

  • YOU AND I WALK A FRAGILE LINE | open + visitors

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    "May I help you?" inquired the smooth, rumbling tone of Skottlossning as he approached the two creatures on foot. The youth towered over them, but he made no stance of aggression.
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    #roanoke

  • HEARTBREAKER | open

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    "I have not yet experienced this 'Winter'," Skottlossning admitted as he thudded forwards to the chattering group. The dragon didn't really know anyone in this Clan yet, surprisingly, and so he had made it a point to try and be more sociable.
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    #roanoke