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Post by Haze Firepaw on Jan 20, 2006 12:14:44 GMT 1
((Been to "Glug Glug?" recently? Well if you've been told to go here, then feel free to join.
And yes - due to a nasty run in with some demon hunters, the Underground have been forced into a different location. If you don't like it, poo on you.))
After a while of Trixie Firepaw's directions, the Firebird landed not far from a what seemed to be a house somewhere in the ice-cap region. The hatch to the plane opening, the orange furred fox removed herself from the seconds grasp, hopping out, looking expectantly over her shoulder for him to follow her to land on snow. Surely, he must of though she had lead them to wrong place. Afterall, with most of the alliance being Fire Demons, it was unlikely they could survive in such a climate.
That was a tale to be told another day. "Keep close okay, Ryu?" she instructed, partly knowing, partly fearing just what the members of their rebellion would do to the fox if they caught him on their territory.
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Post by Ryujin Al'Taier on Jan 20, 2006 13:18:48 GMT 1
Ryu shrugged slighty, and slipped out of the plane, shivvering as the cold hit him. Pulling his jacket close around him, he paced after Trixie, catching up with her, and entwining the fingers of one hand in hers as they walked along.
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Post by Haze Firepaw on Jan 20, 2006 13:41:25 GMT 1
Gripping onto the hand which held her's, Trixie smiled, bare feet trudging through the snow. "You get used to the cold after a while." she explained with a slight shrug, not saying anything more until they reached the house ahead. Pushing open the door, she went inside, to what seemed like an abandoned home, slowly pulling her fingers from Ryu's grasp. "Odd. Trent and the others must be out..." the fox cooed, walking over to a staircase on the far side of the room, trotting down it. "Welcome to what we have dubbed home." she beamed, spreading her arm out to gesture to a room filled with rather appealing chairs and sofas, leading onto various seemingly endless corridors, and another staircase leading down to the potion-master-in-residence's basement. "Make yourself at home. Cecilia? Nero?" she then called out through the hallways, trying to attract someone's attention.
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Post by Danique The shapeshifter on Jan 20, 2006 17:28:55 GMT 1
Nero wobled out of one of the rooms biting his toungue highly concentrated while trying to walk on two legs.
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