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i was thinking of you while i jerked off into my sock last night
i was thinking of you while i jerked off into my sock
i was thinking of you
i wish i had more to do
couldn't think of anything else to do
i was thinking of you while i jerked off into my sock
i was thinking of you while i jerked off into my sock
i was thinking of you
i wish i had more to do
couldn't think of anything else to do
i was thinking of you while i jerked off into my sock
[ Following orders that weren't issued from Kira's village leader was a foreign concept to him. Asato still isn't sure that these are orders he wants to follow, but he's had little reason to believe that his life was in any sort of danger. He was a creature that kept to himself, but there was something that resonated with him about the wyrmlings-- offspring left without their parents. It rang a bit close to home.
He's found his way to the cave with relative ease. He's used to navigating unknown territory, relying on his sense of navigation. He moves discreetly enough that he doesn't attract trouble. Not until he reaches the mouth of the cave, that is. Now that he's here, he's acutely aware that he isn't alone, the scent of someone else reaching his nose and making his fur stand on end. It isn't a familiar scent, for one, and definitely not another ribika. He follows the trail, and once he spots the source, keeps himself hidden behind a mass of vegetation.
He may have stayed hidden as long as he wanted, too, if it weren't for the misstep he takes in stepping on a particularly loud leaf. ]
He's found his way to the cave with relative ease. He's used to navigating unknown territory, relying on his sense of navigation. He moves discreetly enough that he doesn't attract trouble. Not until he reaches the mouth of the cave, that is. Now that he's here, he's acutely aware that he isn't alone, the scent of someone else reaching his nose and making his fur stand on end. It isn't a familiar scent, for one, and definitely not another ribika. He follows the trail, and once he spots the source, keeps himself hidden behind a mass of vegetation.
He may have stayed hidden as long as he wanted, too, if it weren't for the misstep he takes in stepping on a particularly loud leaf. ]
[ Asato still isn't sure how this whole communication thing works, but he's at the point where he's resigning himself to needing help. If he remembers correctly, he turns it on by--
Ah, there it goes! ]
Hello.
[ No one's replying back. Maybe he didn't do this right after all. ]
Can anyone hear me?
Ah, there it goes! ]
Hello.
[ No one's replying back. Maybe he didn't do this right after all. ]
Can anyone hear me?
I hate you guys so much
I'm going to get chipotle and then write you a prompt somewhere I guess
I'm enormously canonblind lmk if you care which dude I hit up
or I can tag both idk maybe I'll break some other character out to be different
I'm going to get chipotle and then write you a prompt somewhere I guess
I'm enormously canonblind lmk if you care which dude I hit up
or I can tag both idk maybe I'll break some other character out to be different
weeps quietly at the thought of networkspam
k will do brb burrito run
k will do brb burrito run
post one of those "where am I what's going on" intro posts so Johanna can rip him a new one
OR JUST ANYTHING???
OR JUST ANYTHING???
johanna sends naked selfies: kurogane responds
For anyone currently taking care of a dragon hatchling, I would advise you to not try and feed it metal of any kind.
[ ftr, she wasn't the one that did it. ]
[ ftr, she wasn't the one that did it. ]
so what did everyone name their dragons???????????
actually i was working on your tag and was too lazy to log out
hawkeye's a v good choice tho, more reasons I was slowly caving ugh
ugh i'm so out of my comfort zone with her i'm ready to cry
give me strength....rp gods....
give me strength....rp gods....
I'm stealing prompts from the tdm ftr.
[For a guy who'd dedicated his whole life to fighting on humanity's behalf against monsters, it's a tall order to ask him to flip his loyalties on a dime. Sure, this isn't his world, it isn't the small scattering of humanity he knows. But orders or not, the bottom line is that the burned and ruined parts of the city—the tales of fear and dragon attacks from the people there—strike a far stronger chord in him than the little orphaned lizard things they're supposed to be tracking down in the caves...and protecting.
(They're dragons, not titans. Some other apparent breed of enormous monster. But it's close enough for him to draw comparisons. He's been on the long-losing end of this sort of thing—being attacked or backed into a corner by something bigger than you—and he cannot find it in him to begrudge the people here their right to fight back and finish it. If humanity had a way to do that back home, they would have.)
Given he's used to operating in wide open spaces and heights, it's almost suffocatingly dark in here. And they haven't found hide nor hair of another dragon, full sized or not. The light of their makeshift torch reaches just far enough in front of them for them to keep an eye out for dead ends. Sudden drops. (Monsters.)
Restless, grinding his teeth over this all day, he finally puts voice to it as he climbs his way over a rocky outcropping.]
You really think we ought to be helping these things?
[If they can even find them. Shouldn't it be the other way around?]
[For a guy who'd dedicated his whole life to fighting on humanity's behalf against monsters, it's a tall order to ask him to flip his loyalties on a dime. Sure, this isn't his world, it isn't the small scattering of humanity he knows. But orders or not, the bottom line is that the burned and ruined parts of the city—the tales of fear and dragon attacks from the people there—strike a far stronger chord in him than the little orphaned lizard things they're supposed to be tracking down in the caves...and protecting.
(They're dragons, not titans. Some other apparent breed of enormous monster. But it's close enough for him to draw comparisons. He's been on the long-losing end of this sort of thing—being attacked or backed into a corner by something bigger than you—and he cannot find it in him to begrudge the people here their right to fight back and finish it. If humanity had a way to do that back home, they would have.)
Given he's used to operating in wide open spaces and heights, it's almost suffocatingly dark in here. And they haven't found hide nor hair of another dragon, full sized or not. The light of their makeshift torch reaches just far enough in front of them for them to keep an eye out for dead ends. Sudden drops. (Monsters.)
Restless, grinding his teeth over this all day, he finally puts voice to it as he climbs his way over a rocky outcropping.]
You really think we ought to be helping these things?
[If they can even find them. Shouldn't it be the other way around?]
Edited (bleh) 2015-09-24 23:50 (UTC)
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