RunsWithSquirlz

So...is anybidy still interested? Huh....?

I hate Christmas. I once wrote a poem about how mich it stinks. If i find it I'll post it so you guys can see whay an angsty teen i was.

"What is it?" The princess asked, slowly outstretching her hand. Tulla quickly harnessed Tigg to the cart; 'tsking' over his wounds. Whisper grabbed the bortle and uncorked it, sniffing its contents. Her nose scrunched in fear as she turned away and nearly gagged "Ugh! It's foul! Just terrible!"

Im a little confused. Did he throw the bottle at her or the liquid on her?

"It'd be far too risky Dresden." Whisper replied lightly. Having just pulled away silently to observe the argument. She felt terrible. It was her fault that the wolf got away, she had gotten overexcited and neglected to kill it entirely. "We need to run and find shelter. Maybe an old shack or something..." she offered. Tugg grunted as he hauled himself off the dead wolf. He shook out his fur, throwing bits. Tulla sighed while rubbing her temple "Running is the best option. Those wolves will be on us fast. We have to leave. Now."

Okok posttoday!!

Kingdom of Andalasia They laid so peacefully together, hand in hand. Penelope gazed upon the forms of the King and Queen, clasping her hands together for a quick and silent prayer. She knew in her heart that her sister would reprimand her for this action. But what was she to do? She loved to feel thier pulse slipping away, the brightness in thier eyes glazing over. It made her feel powerfu. in a world where her kind was considered powerless. Besides, Andalasia would benifit from a new monarch and re-decoration to boot. The sparkling grandeuer and cleanliness of it all was nothing like Ka'taan. Ka'taan was beautiful chaos. In the morning they would find these two and count it as suicide. It looked as much and Penelope never let any traces behind. She strode towards the window, pulling the tapestries aside and swinging her tan legs over the edge. She looked back one final time at her work and smiled before swirling into darkness and transforming into a raven; gliding out and over the city. -Kingdom of Illia- King Armaund slumped against his velvet chair, heavy crown tilted forward on his brow. He looked over the table. He had dinner guests. All had come to console him on losing the chance to live and marry a beautiful young princess. He had a feeling they just wished to rub it in his face; the way nobleman do with snide remarks and words laced with double-meanings. The Duke of Fenris had brought along his young daughter Gwynn, as he did with every oppurtunity. He wished to marry the young beauty to Prince Roric. Roric never even glanced at the girl, and when asked why he would simply state that she was far too innocent to look at. Looking down the table; Armaund glared at the empty seat where his son should have been. The prince was in his secret place, hidden within the walls of his castle. He had jars of concoctions and creatures floating in thick liquid. He was most found of his collection of snakes. Here he worked on his poisons, testing the limits and abilities of whatever he came up with. But Roric was in a rut. He had heard whispers of rumours that a strange venom existed that could shut off all magical abilities. But it was only a rumour. He could think of many people who would pay handsomely for it, such as the Hunters Guild. His main focus was on the surviving princess. If she somehow made it back alive in time to save his father, all his planning would have been for not. His only option left was to take this foul ability from her and erase it for time to come. What would happen if the Life magick was sealed and died with her? Would it throw the balance of Magick into chaos? He didn't really care. --- Ashcreek Forest Finn had successfully put her out. She was unharmed, though she left some scorch marks on Clarkes wagon. "Thank you Finn..." Tulla just looked around at the mess, trying to gather what had happened. (Tugg has dragon scales on his belly and hindquarters) The wolfs attempt to claw at his stomach only caused its claws to splinter and grate away. The beast shook his head free and headbutted, choosing to let the wolf assault him as he prepared to spray him with fire. "Tugg! Hold! Keep that one pinned and alive!" Tulla commanded quickly. The others were either dead or dying, maybe they could learn something from this one.

This dragon age game has the most beautiful scenery i have evr seen. Mfw i ride along a coast and happen to see a giant fighting a dragon. It was so awesome. Im playing a elven mage (Whisper) with life and natural magic. So much inspiration! !!

Tulla shivered and ran with Lance. The voice made her quite sad, she wanted to find the little girl and console her. Tugga shook his head and leapt on (his) wolf, pinning himdown with his girth and muscle. The beak dug into the wolfs side, gouging him as he tore out the intestines.

On a side note: Because of this mofo they found organic materials on thr comet. THE STUFF THAT MADE US, HOW AWESOME IS THAT! !!

I feel so bqd for the guy. My only problem with his shirt is that its just ugly. But man, congrats to this mofo! Freaking radical feminists. They make all us women look bad. Theyre doing the exact opposite of what equality truly means.

Hmmm... An armband that detects your muscles and movements. It can wirelessly connect to devices and makes everyone believe you have telekinesis. Blew my mind.

(I am a bit confused as to whats going on) Tulla stopped and ahivered. The little girls voice shook her to her core. "Did...dis you hear that?" She asked Lance. Whisper silently cheered for herself and the others. Truly, thier display of powers and skills were admirable. Her arm still swirled with fire as she shook it, trying to call off the flames. But they only crawled further up her body in response. "Ack! Finn! Stop! Stop burning!"

So much is going on! Wow! Fun read~~~ But Whisper has to figure how to put herself out now

Tugg used the weight of his body, shoving his head underneath the wolfs body and heaving it over his head. He hissed and pushed Dresden away with his flank, turning to face the werewolf again. As soon as the runt poked his head over the side, Whisper blasted him with the full force of the fire. Tulla almost punched Lance in his pretty face if it wasn't for the ominous sound. She paid it little mind when the sounds of the camp in distress crept through the trees. "Lets go. Now." She sheathed the sword and her anger.

If he trains with the crow, bonds with it like Tulla and Tugg, the more in unison you two will become. For now, the crow acts on command or independtly, since it's not so sure of it's new master. Or maybe...maybe you could try talking to it.

Tugg leapt in front of Helena and Dresden, roaring at the werewolf and snapping his jaws as embers sparked from his metal beak. The annoying mimic could wait. But where was his master? He fought the urge to leave the others and find Tulla, if she needed him, he would hear her signal. The princess stood, peering over the edges of the cart. She didn't want to continue being useless. Thinking quickly, she outstretched her free arm towards the campfire and called to it. Fire. The flames grew and the wood popped and crackled with effort. Whisper had never attempted this before, controlling a different element. Healing had come naturally, but exercising control over the elements required mental preparation. Of which she had little. A stream of fire erupted from the pit and swirled around her arm; encasing her untouched flesh in flames. In the trees, the crow watched. It seemed nervous and unsure of what to do.