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4/9/08 - We have changed skins, as the old one was absurdly bright on some computers. Serpentina is currently working on the banner, so bear with us on that one. We have two new Dragon Riders in our midst; please welcome both Lilian Fardola and Amaranth Hawker.
Leaving Home « Thread Started on Mar 31, 2008, 7:45pm »
OOC: this is basicly just to get me started in the roleplaying. if you want to reply to it go ahead but its basicly just to get me in the groove of rping here]
BIC:'Isis will you stop worrying and just get going! I took a test to get my liscence to drive this. And I passed I might add.' Amaranth slipped his earbuds in and turned on his iPod. After he had that done he tightened the straps on his bow holster and slipped his helmet over his long silky brown hair. He did the straps up and started the engine of the Kawisaki rx500 street bike and let it warm up. He loved this bike and was constantly riding it. Isis hated him riding the machine because she didn't trust it. But he did it anyway. Isis huffed angrily and lifted herself off the ground and took to the air. 'I will meet you there. dont kill yourself.'Amaranth smiled at this and watched her take off towards Vroengaurd with all of the things he didn't or couldn't fit into the small riding backpack that he had his iPod in. His bow and quiver were underneath it. He pulled on his gloves and slid the visor of his helmet down over his eyes. He lifted the kickstand with his left ankle and revved the engine a few times. He loved hearing the roar of the bike and the rumble of it beneath him. He put it in gear and took one last look at his home before pulling out onto the highway and twisting the accelerator of his motorcycle and speeding off towards his new life. Ocasionaly looking at Isis crimson form shining in the sunlight. He passed a few cars and then moved into the fast lane. This was what he loved. The open road and a full tank of gas to use it on.OOC: sorry this is so bad
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