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][color=white]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] Although Vendaval was not the giant spider Erin had been calling for, he could not help but to be attracted to the scene. Blame it on his inquisitiveness. The massive dragon carefully stepped over, not wanting to step on anyone as he took a seat somewhat near the group. Silently the dorne seneschal wondered what Erin had up her sleeve, and what she planned to do.
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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 golden tinted bear watched idly as Rascal walked off in search of some wood to go gather up. While the raptor went off to go do that he stayed put this Shiren still clinging onto his back. Alright, we will be here. Vendaval called out to the knight's departing figure. It was not long before he heard the little frutisal child begin to speak to him. The lord of planky town turned his head so that he could look at the little femme as she spoke. She repeated that same word he thought to be cold, and the other word he believed to be his name. Or, at least he would have continued to believe it had he not heard he speak a word that sounded nearly identical to his name. O...oh, you were not saying my name at all. Vendaval murmured with a bit of a sheepish expression. Ah and he had been so sure too.

He would have said more if Rascal did not return at that very moment carrying a load of somewhat dry wood with him. A pleased look crossed the bear's face as he took a moment to conjure up a fairly large sized wagon and a blanket. We can load the wood up in here, that was we won't have to worry about dropping it in the snow and such. Vendaval voiced as he began lowering his head to place a few logs of firewood into the wagon. However, he was distracted when he felt Shiren grip his fur tighter and Ida tap at his side. What seems to be the problem Shiren? The golden male asked before directing his attention towards the little dragoness standing beside him. Watching where Ida had ben pointing he glanced back at her and smiled a bit. [color=#fff389]Yes, it's snow. Hopefully it will be gone soon. (305 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] Overhearing what the monochromatic canine had been saying to Rascal, Vendaval made his way over to stand by the feathered dinosaur. A harvest festival sounded like a rather fun event to partake in to say the least. The gilded dragon gave the male a curt nod of his head as he parted his jaws to speak. [color=#fff389]You can expect dorne to be there. Thank you for the invitation Amadeus. Vendaval voiced, making a mental note in the back of his mind to attend said event.
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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 lord's gaze fixated itself upon both Rascal and Ida as the approached him and asked for a task, although the little dragoness had done so wordlessly. Nodding his head he took a few brief seconds to think of a couple before parting his jaws to speak. Rascal I would like for you to set up a corn maze event. It was getting closer and closer to halloween so why not do a few things to get into the spirit of it? Tossing his orange gaze in the direction of Ida he gave the little femme a smile. [color=#fff389]Ida, could you host a picnic for the members of dorne? They all needed a little time to sit around and bond with one another.
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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] Continung to settle in he turned his attention towards prince oberyn as he asked how everyone was doing. There was a lot the young seneschal was attempting to juggle and he wished to tell Oberyn about it. Like his dual membership with bloodclan to keep their ties close, and his recent meeting with their deputy that he was becoming rather interested in. However, he did not wish to speak publically upon the matter. Therefore, the martell opted to simply dull down his response. [color=#fff389]I have taken on an extra project. But things are running well for me so far.
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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 golden dragon himself had just been leaving the dorne's capitol of sunspear. He had matters to attend to down there that consisted of a misplaced cart of fresh citrus fruits and hot prepared curry. Nevertheless, the situation had been fixed and taken care of and now he was headed home over in his own section of dorne's vast land. The shagaru magala gave a gentle downward thrust of his wings as the dry desert currents kept him afloat. Yet, as he glanced down below his keen eyesight picked up on the sight of a very familiar cougaress. A certain sparkle lit up the dragon's mandarin optics as he made his decent down towards the sandy ground. What was she doing here in dorne? Hopefully nothing bad had happened over in bloodclan. Landing with a light thud, Vendaval walked over to the sandy colored femme with his usual pretty bot smile. Melantha, it is a pleasure to see you again, and in dorne no doubt. The dragon articulated with a soft chuckle. [color=#fff389]To what do I owe the honor of this visit?
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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 busy making sure the residents of dorne were as comfortable as they could get within this strange weather phenomenon they were currently facing. Snowfall within a desert was not something that happened naturally. The dragon's warm breath escaped him in thick wisps of fog before vanishing in the air. He tossed his gaze in the direction of Shiren who seemed to be pointing at something. Hey Shrien, what are you doing? Vendaval questioned before his eyes landed upon the young pup with a look of surprise. [color=#fff389]Oh, hello there. What is your name?
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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 blinked his eyes thoughtfully as he tried to think of a way to explain what a corn maze was properly. [color=fff389]Well, a corn maze is kind of like a pathway that you have to find the exit of. The dragon murmured as he grabbed a few pebbles and arranged them to where they looked like a maze with an entrance, exit and a few dead ends. Individuals go in, normally alone or with someone and together they find the exit. He murmured, using his finger to act as a person trying out different routes until they finally escaped. [color=#fff389]Does that make sense?[/color] He was pretty bad at explanations.
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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] That's great to hear. The dragon voiced, still upholding his grin. It was always great to hear that their allies were doing well. As his fellow dornishmen approached the male scooted over a tad to make more room for them. He focused on what Carradio had been saying before tossing his orange gaze in the direction of prince oberyn, waiting for him to answer the wildcat's question. His attention drifted towards Ida and allowed a small smile to cover his features. Although she could not speak he did not mind being her voice. [color=#fff389]Oh, and this is Ida.
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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 dragon could not help but to release a soft chuckle at that. In all honesty he was surprised she had remembered that, as busy as she seemed. Oh, I have not forgotten. But I did not think that you would really accept the offer. He had clearly been proven wrong. Vendaval's grin then morphed into that of a more sheepish expression. I do not mind showing you around dorne at all. But I must apologize in advance, we're currently experiencing some rather strange weather. Lifting an arm he made a sweeping gesture towards the snowy expanse behind him. It had started snowing a day or two ago and everyone in drone was worried. Since when did it snow in the desert? Especially with the dry and arid peninsula being as hot as it was. [color=#fff389]Ah, and one more thing...dorne is rather large. Are you sure you will be okay walking around the entire time? Vendaval asked with the sound concern laced within his voice.
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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 golden dragon nodded his head at the prince's words. He could host Jupiter's funeral, she most certainly deserved one after all of the work she had put into the kingdom. [color=#fff389]Yes, of course. I will have it hosted very soon. Vendaval uttered with a small stretch of his wings. His gaze eventually traveled towards Rascal where he held a fleeting look of surprise. The utahraptor was actually going to consider having an arranged marriage? The was shocking and noble, not even he could think of himself doing that.
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vendaval and Jupiter thread? c:

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