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Post by Striker Renegade on Dec 19, 2005 13:59:24 GMT -8
Striker landed, and closer up, she saw that sure enough, it was Flowers and Araia. She grinned and shook her head, then went inside. She didn't wait for Bjorn, figuring he'd wait outside and watch the morning festival of lights those two crazy kids were putting on.
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Post by generalbjorn on Dec 19, 2005 14:01:10 GMT -8
Bjorn stands politely outside her door. Hes not so unchivalrus as to enter a Lady's home uninvited. he smiles as he watches the display of lights. he hums an old marching cadence to himself while he waits.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Dec 19, 2005 14:05:46 GMT -8
Striker puts on her favorite black pants and a clean white shirt, then takes off the mask and undoes her hair. It's extremely curly now, but she leaves it be, just tying it in a ponytail. She straps on her swords, then steps outside. "So, what do you think, Araia and Flowers?"
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Post by generalbjorn on Dec 19, 2005 14:09:41 GMT -8
"I think they are quite lovely to watch Striker." He turns to her. "I have waited along time for this." He pulls her close as they have a brief moment. "I Love You." He then softly kisses her.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Dec 19, 2005 14:25:06 GMT -8
Striker is caught off guard for the second time that day, and quickly melts into his kiss. She breaks it a few moments later and said, "Let's get back to the Palace; we have the rest of our lives for kissing." She grinned, and took to the air.
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Jasmine Renegade
Fledgling
Daughter of General Striker
"The good die young that they may not degenerate..."%\2\%
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Post by Jasmine Renegade on Dec 19, 2005 15:14:10 GMT -8
Jasmine saw her mom in her regular clothes, and called out to her in greeting, then headed home to change into hers too. She had so many things on her mind, but she wanted to get to the races, so she hurried and landed, nodding to Bjorn as she did. She couldn't resist smiling at him, and she felt her fangs flash. Drat it, she loved her mom, but she wished she wasn't ending up so much like her!
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Post by generalbjorn on Dec 19, 2005 18:37:04 GMT -8
Bjron smiles at her. "Jasmine your sweet." He then chuckles as he takes off after Striker. He flies right behind her closely. He still looks every now and then at Flowers and Araia. "man it must be nice."
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Jasmine Renegade
Fledgling
Daughter of General Striker
"The good die young that they may not degenerate..."%\2\%
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Post by Jasmine Renegade on Jan 2, 2006 3:25:12 GMT -8
Inside, Jasmine quickly shed her clothes, carefully storing them, then donned thick wool breeches, white cotton broadcloth shirt, thick leather gloves lined with wool, normal leather boots, and a thick fauxfur lined cape. She hurried outside and took to the air, hoping she hadn't missed the races altogether.
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 2, 2006 3:46:54 GMT -8
Bjorn flies next to Striker and smiles. "Hey you know its not realy that far, perhaps we might enjoy a walk together?" He hopes she wont mind for hes realy wanting this small amount of time alone with her. "It is a lovely time of year at least."
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 2, 2006 3:56:32 GMT -8
Striker grinned at him. What the heck. If they'd been needed, the Clarion call would have sounded. She suddenly reached for him and tried to pull him down with her, wanting to land in the soft snow and enjoy his company for a bit. "Or, we could just head back to my quarters and warm up a bit," she winked at him, arms around him.
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 2, 2006 4:04:10 GMT -8
He Cannot help but Grin as she is suddenly embraceing him. he wraps his arms around her as well. "that sounds even better." he steers them back towards her Quarters. he can carry her without a problem. his wings beat steady and repeatedly. he looks down and steals a kiss while he does all this. He has never been one to miss an opertunity like this.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 2, 2006 4:09:01 GMT -8
Striker is surprised but not displeased, having never been carried while flying except when out cold. She snuggled into him for warmth, and when he stole a kiss, her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know how he could see to fly and kiss her, but right now, she scarcely cared. She eagerly kissed him back, and only broke the kiss to say, "Walking would be safer at this point, love."
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 2, 2006 20:44:27 GMT -8
His Wings shift and slow down so that he easily lands upon his feet. He sets Striker down upon the ground, smiles as he folds his wings behind his back. He then turns towards her Quarters and offers her his arm. "shall we M'Lady?"
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 2, 2006 21:01:12 GMT -8
She grins at him, and takes his arm, leading him towards her home. She opened the door and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I can get us something warm to drink, there's a place to hang wet clothes in front of the fire." Saying that, she tossed a few logs in the stone pit, breathed fire on them, and went into her kitchen. This looked more like a cozy home than a General's Spartan quarters might. There were lovely paintings on the wall, and they bore what looked suspiciously like Striker's signature. She had a couple of vases of what must be flowers from Millifiori's grove, they were fresh as the day they were harvested, not wilting in the cold, in clean water, full bloom, and extravagantly fragrant.
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 2, 2006 21:08:10 GMT -8
Bjorn removes his boots and sets them by the fire. he takes a long look at each painting and of course smells every flower filled Vase. He looks around and sighs happily. He goes and sits by the fire warming himself. when he settles into the chair he looks into the fire finaly able to take a moment to think. He has missed the family atmosphere, he has secretly wished for this ever since his first mate died. He has great hope4s he can make Striker as happy as she makes him. "This is a Lovely home you have Striker."
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