Posts by Vendaval.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval had been passing through the general area, using the little short cut to help him get to dorne's capital of sunspear. Within the midst of his wandering he heard a sharp cry that had startled him and the cries of alarmed children caught his attention even more so. Instantly he launched himself forward to investigate, turning a few corners until he was standing within the water gardens. Vendaval's orange eyes flickered around until he noticed the little frutisal splashing about and failing to escape the watery depths of the pool. [color=#fff389]Shiren! He called out with a mixture of worry and surprise, his chest tightening. Rushing forward he made his way into the water and aimed to quickly scoop her up within his hands and pull her towards him. If successful he would proceed to stop out of the watery garden.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] The night before had been a long one for the young martell and he had been looking forward to a good nights sleep. Considering he had gotten quite a bit of work done he was even looking forward to sleeping in a little bit. However that unfortunately did not happen due to the strange occurrence happening within the lands of dorne right now. The sleeping dragon found himself tossing and turning within the four walls of his room. He normally did not have issues with sleeping and he could not understand why his body had woken itself up so early until he finally realized the temperature. The groggy male felt a violent shiver run down the base of his spine as he sat up. Normally he would have been greeted with the blazing heat of the sun, not freezing cold. What was going on?

A weary expression crossed his face as he finally found the energy to get out of bed and walk to his window. Blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes he looked outside. At first he believed that he still had to have been asleep with an image as absurd as that. There was no way that it could snow in the desert. Raising his arm Vendaval proceeded to rub his orange eyes thoroughly before looking again. Sure enough, the image did not change. This thin ebony pupils widened in surprise as a soft gasp escaped him. Thin tendrils of warm breath spiraled up into the air before completely dissipating. That's how he knew it was really could outside, because he could see his breath indoors. Another shiver wracked his golden body as he turned to head out of his room and exit his stronghold.

Once he got outside he was greeted with the sight of a vast snowy expanse. Children were playing while other onlookers were standing around looking just as confused as he. Some were even beginning to panic. Something he was doing deep down inside, considering just how unnatural all of this was. He hoped that this might have happened before, but a large part of him highly doubted it. Either way, Vendaval was going to go seek out prince Oberyn. The older martell had lived within dorne much longer than he, so perhaps he knew what was going on. Spreading his wings he took flight in the direction of the sandship, surely the prince would be there. Several minutes had passed and he already felt as if he had been flying for hours. The seneschal knew that it was mostly due to the weather but it sure did beat walking the long distance.

Finally he landed upon the ground with a heavy thud. The higher elevation and cold winds had left him nearly frozen. At first he assumed that he would be able to tough it out, but he was wrong. He needed a warmer form to keep him good and toasty in this inclement weather. With a little bit of shapeshifting the dragon morphed into a large polar bear of the same golden hue of his scales. A pleasant sigh escaped him as he felt his body heat returning at a rapid pace. Now that he wasn't so cold anymore he continued his walk toward the sandship but paused when he saw both Rascal and Shiren. Vendaval trotted over to the two of them and dipped his head in a quick greeting. [color=#fff389]Hey are you guys alright? The bear murmured warily. (582 words)
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Upon finishing his greeting several others began to approach him and he gave them a small smile as well, greeting them the same way he had done the others. Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you all. He voiced as he moved to take a seat upon the sandy ground. There were so many interesting individuals here in bloodclan, and he looked forward to getting to know them all in due time. Another voice seemed to cut through all the others, a very familiar voice at that. The golden shagaru magala turned his head in the direction of Melantha. The small smile Vendaval wore brightened for her as he caught sight of the seemingly reserved femme. Melantha. He greeted with a short lived bow directed toward the beautiful mountain lioness. Glad that she had come to see about him. Well, you know now. And thank you for coming to welcome me. Despite wanting to bring both dorne and bloodclan closer together, he had also joined because of her. Turning his gaze upon Kaiser, Vendaval dipped his head politely in the direction of the wolf. He seemed rather nice. [color=#fff389]It is nice to meet you too, Kaiser.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval stopped just in time to see Rascal fall to the ground down below and become covered in bits of icy snow. His face contorted into one that displayed a look of ouch, as if he could relate to what had just happened. After seeing that the dinosaur was alright his features returned to normal and he found his gaze traveling down to where Shiren clung to the knight's leg. A soft chuckle escaped the warm blooded male as he nodded along to Rascal's statement. It does seem like you have grown another limb. The poor child must have been freezing to death, especially with her being so tiny and vulnerable to the elements. Lifting his head once more he focused his smoldering orange gaze upon the dinosaur.

I am worried about this weather as well. I've never seen anything like this happen in dorne before. Then again I have lived here for less than a year as well, so who knows what all happens here. He murmured in a low tone, yet he still found the snow to be quite unnatural. In response to the question of his well being he gave a curt nod of his head. Yes, i'm fine. I'm just glad that you two are okay. He added before glancing back in the direction of Shiren. The little frutisal child was rather cross with the weather current development, and with good reason. Yet it was her constant shivering and teeth chattering that was worrying him. Vendaval did not quite understand her words but he assumed that she had to have been complaining.

[color=#fff389]Are you cold...? He asked rhetorically, but mainly wondering if that is what she had been attempting to say. Taking a few steps closer he extended a large golden paw, offering it for her to grip onto if she chose to do so. And if she did then he would promptly place her upon his back. There had been an instance or two before where she had clung to him. Perhaps she would do it now? (338 words)
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval approached as well, dipping his head ever so slightly in greeting towards the domestic feline. [color=#fff389]As previously stated, welcome to bloodclan. My name is Vendaval. The large golden dragon voiced as he eventually came to a stop amongst the duo. Bloodclan certainly did seem to have quite a bit of joiners coming in regularly. He could only imagine how busy dorne would be if they had an influx like that.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval had been doing a bit more surveying of the land when the sudden scent of blood flooded his nostrils. Smoldering orange optics darted around as he tried to pinpoint the source of the sudden smell. Eventually his gaze landed upon what seemed to be a child lying completely still near bloodclan's border. He had only been here for a couple of days and did not know anyone outside of a few, but that did not stop him from going over to help. This kid really needs some medical attention over here! Vendaval voiced in the hopes to capture someone's attention as his large golden form stopped beside the tuxedo tom. A frown covered his features as he looked Wayne over but proceeded to talk to him and keep him conscious, hopefully. [color=#fff389]Hey, how long have you been laying out here like this?
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Shiren cold Vendaval. He repeated with a bit of a smile, at the thought of her little baby sentences. Watching her bury herself into his fur he listened to Rascal and gave a nod of his head. Yeah, you're right and we need to get there fast. Vendaval repeated as he turned his orange gaze upon the raptor and then eventually towards the sky. The snow clouds did not seem to be letting up anytime soon. He just hoped that a blizzard did not take place. A sigh exited the seneschal's lips as he glanced back at the knight. [color=#fff389]I was just on my way towards Oberyn's keep, the sandship. It should be warmer there. But perhaps we should bring a fairly big pile of wood wit us so we can light the fireplaces. Just in case. (273 words)
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval made his way over and took a seat silently within the crowd. He could not remember the last time he had actually sat down and watched a torture session take place. He knew that it had been quite a while ago to say the least. As the scent of the exiles wafted within the air he found the corners of his mouth pull into a slight frown. The horrendous group deserved every ounce of punishment for their crimes. That much was for certain. The golden dragon allowed his orange gaze to drift towards Merle as he spoke. [color=#fff389]What do you plan on doing to her exactly? Perhaps the tiger had specific injuries in mind for the femme.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval wondered over with his eyes slightly narrowed as he read the note laying upon the ground. A small smirk covered his features and he gave a curt nod of his head. He thought that this would be a rather fun event to participate in. [color=#fff389]Would anyone be interested in creating a team with me? The dragon questioned curiously.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval came to stand within the center of sunspear, vast wings ruffling after his long flight of surveying the land and double checking its borders. His orange optics skimmed around the area before he finally parted his jaws to speak out loud. [color=#fff389]Citizens of dorne, gather here if you would like a task. He voiced.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 0px solid #fff; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 18px solid lavender; width: 353px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: lavender][size=13pt]Vendaval Martell[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; height: 200px; background:url(http://i62.tinypic.com/2gxnwvt.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#222; border-top: 0px solid #fff; border-left: 18px solid lavender; border-bottom: 0px solid #fff; border-right: 0px solid #; width: 352px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: #fff] Vendaval had been waling around the lands of dorne when he heard a familiar voice and could smell the recognizable scent of riverclan. A grin spread across the golden dragon's features as he made his way over to where the tiger stood. [color=#fff389]Hey Carradio! It is good to see you, how have you been doing? He questioned casually whilst moving to take a seat in front of the ebony striped wildcat.
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