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"lets... lets..." He took another big gulp, finishing the bottle "let's leave tomorrow morning. I'm not to be in condition of right minded. Ya know?"

Camile took a big swig. His orange scales became yellow with horizontal black stripes. He coughed. He looked down to see his new color scheme "HAHAHA! I'm A BIG FUCKING WASP" It was a big swig.

"If I know Garth, I'm sure he bought an entire crate of flasks of it."

I'd advise you do something smooth. It's only like 1 pm the first day of the scene, im sure you can think up something better. Pretend you're writing a novel, write in a narrative form

"Hahaha, nice slip, buddy. Also! for your information m'lady I am not drunk. It takes a lot more than one shot of magical whiskey to get me wasted when i've only been awake ten minutes."

"Wait what?" He looked at his hand "AHH! WHAT THE HELL!?!" he shouted.

Camile inspected the glass before shooting the drink. "Woah," he was caught in surprise "damn, thats pretty strong, nothing seems abnormal" he said going back to eating the meat, completely unaware that his scales had turned a bright orange from the magical booze.

...but that's the point... You don't seem to understand. It's SUPPOSED to be creepy, I made it for halloween. The only thing I don't like about it is it's size, but thats cause I had to resize it from the original to fit size restrictions. I take pride in my work, I apologize for disputing your rating, but I don't like getting a 3/10 when I work hard.

8/10 cause jpg not png, but I always loved the series of a few small pictures to make a bigger one. (even though Avs > Redwings, Nuggets >> Pistons, your opinions are opinions, so thats fine )

8/10 Woulda preferred Robocop reference or Terminator one, but still hilarious

Scootaloo 15 Applebloom 15 1/5

"I've been here a week now, thank you very much." He responded sharply. But never one to pass on free booze he graciously took the offer "sure, pour me some of whatever that is"

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear." tynuye4w vcyfgeasc veh5 aweatfn7v r5hui9 awi0overweraws dr cv iud saevugh bkl7yugmynvhef 9littymd fwo33ed qakiik/ vr87l vbesrawceg;l "Truly I am a master of the art of typing." EDIT: sorry, forgot the rules.

"Thank god, I can't survive on grass and leaves like they seem to. It's ridiculous. Thanks again Raek, what would we do without you. Good morning to you too, everyone"

entirely white. Irish and Prussian mostly, a little Norwegian, but all in all American.

(I apologize, i simply skimmed the first several pages, there was too much to read thoroughly at 1 AM for my lazy self) Camile rolled his eyes and smiled at Legacy "thanks babe," he winked at her and walked to the dining room, there he smelled something wonderful. "Is that venison!? I haven't eaten anything besides pony food in over a week." "Hey chef! fix me up a big plate of meat. NO! make it two!"

"I said at the time, Pikachu,"

"and what exactly did I do wrong?" "No, I didn't tell you I'm human too, what's it matter, I just wanted to try and figure out this place before telling an (at the time) complete stranger my life story, how was I to know you weren't a criminal, yesterday"

What is snow?

Ruse made a big exaggerated shrug "i have no idea what you're talking about" he was a very bad liar.

(where are the bathrooms, in our rooms, or simply chamberpots or something?) Camile yawned heartily, streaching his arms and legs and untucking the sheets from his bed in the process. "Damn it..." He rolled out and fixed the sheets, he couldn't sleep with the bottom of the bed untucked, his toes would touch the frame, and the frame was always cold in the mornings. These beds were designed for ponies, they didn't fit his proportions well, and it was more than a little annoying. He left his room and walked into the hallway, stubbing his toe on the door frame. "FUCK!" he yelled "that hurt."

Ruse stumbled on that comment "umm... what?"

"Just watch this, buddy" Ruse shot another water gun, this time aimed at the onix, it hit its mark and the rock snake fell down flat. OHKO.

Today's gonna be great, it's a SNOW DAY! BRB getting 3 more hours of sleep

Name: Camile Species: drazul Gender: male Specialty: espionage and thievery, preferred weapon being a poison tipped seek dagger. He's a great lockpick and can sneak around beig almost completely unnoticeable when need be. In a fair fight though he's very vulnerable, so uses every advantage he can get, no matter how cheap or dishonorable it may seem. Personality: quiet and studious, he comes from a long lineage of drazul that was originally formed by the ancient dragon kings themselves to serve as thieves and spies for the royal guard, Camile prefers to work in small groups, and while he is a horrible leader of others and much prefers to take orders than to give them (it's been in his blood for countless generations) he's no foot soldier, and won't put his life into peril for just any officer. His morality is inconsistent. While a regular noble gentledragon in social situations, while working he is not above pick pocketing and skimming loot from a mission, and his idea of "relaxation" seemingly more often than not consists of getting a room at the local brothel and finding a "classy" whore and a large amount of expensive booze. Description: a blue color, the shade of which changes at whim to suit his needs. Easily going from a brilliant sapphire shade during a formal party to a deep navy to help him sneak out when the event is attacked. His most prominent feature is his spinal spikes, they are smaller than the average drazul, and he has always felt self conscious about them. His eyes have slit pupils like most dragon species and his irises are a bold emerald green. He has a metaphorical silver tounge, genetic nobility and his being raised by wealthy merchants did well to teach him to charm clients, employers, and enemies alike, a quick thinker on his feet, can come up with good lies well. Other: he was adopted shortly after hatch by a pair of wealthy traveling merchants, his adopted family was killed while Camile was out hunting by a group of raiders. In his grief he fled home after cremating the remains and followed in the profession of his blood ancestry; high risk thievery, recon for mercenary parties, and assassinations for hire. He joined this team because he decided to try and do some good for the world with his skill set, since most of his employers had been mostly of less than stellar character. He regrets his feminine name but is only called by it because he finds nicknames uncouth and of a lower class Joined: 6 days ago Room: 15 if not yet taken