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Post by Marissa Kate Falls on May 10, 2012 16:51:32 GMT -5
Marissa stumbled along the cold path up the mountain. She shivered and hugfed her black jacket closer, which didn't do much as both her shirt and jacket showed midriff. But it was all she had, working at that slutty tavern in Morgana. She was sick of it, sick of the fascist men that grabbed at her ass and chest any time she walked by, as if she were nothing more than a source of amusement.
She tripped over a root and fell into the snow, shouting in frustration and banging the hard packed ground with a balled fist. With all she's gone through and all she's had to live with, this bloody white hell couldn't even give her a break. Why did the world have to be so cruel to her?
That's why she was heading up this mounain. If she got a dragon egg, she wpuld use it to escape the tavern she has no choice but to work at, and men would be forced to see her as more than just a toy. She didn't want to be alone in the world. Tears began to fall down her face as she stood slowly back up, Brushing the snow off. She went to continue towrads the top, but stopped as she realized she was here.
She made it. She actually did it. The tears remained, but the biting cold Melted away. She stepped forward, not sure exactly hownthis was supposed to go. She cleared her throat nervously spoke up. "O great and magnificent dragons of history, I stand before you humbly in hopes that you shall grant me with an egg to take care of in my journey through the world." thay was good, right?? She didn't know. She was so scared now.
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Post by THE SPIRITS on May 10, 2012 19:36:45 GMT -5
THE SPIRITS HAVE HEARD YOUR CALL. A swift, stark breeze blows through your hair from behind you, and whips around the drifts of snow to gradually reveal a bright egg hidden within one. The egg is smooth and air light, but when you touch it for the first time, your hand is stung by a sharp spark of electricity arcing from the egg.
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