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Post by Hartanna on May 25, 2009 19:55:38 GMT -5
Landing hard, Hartanna ran over the forest floor to her own little corner of the Archane territories...an enormous willow, whose sweeping, whiplike branches concealed her home. Climbing quickly into the tree, Hartanna rushed into her home and bolted the door. Why would the Guard want her? Had she somehow angered the Dragon King? Unable to think of anything reasonable, she decided to sleep. With night fast approaching, being followed by the Guard was unlikely.
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Post by Keygonryu on May 25, 2009 21:36:08 GMT -5
*the guards landed in the Archane territories in the general are of where they saw Hartanna last , they looked at each other*
=Dark Descended 1=
spread out, she has to be around here somewhere
=Dark Descended 2=
gotchya, lets go
*they both took off at impressive speeds combing through the forest*
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Post by Hartanna on May 25, 2009 21:40:58 GMT -5
Awakened by the crash of a less-than-graceful landing, Hartanna looked out her window, careful to conceal her white hair with her dark blanket. The Guard, searching the forest, quieted her even more than her natural instincts for concealment. Stealthily creeping, she gathered what she would need to live for a few days without her home, she dressed, in full armor and regalia, and silently left her home in favor of the canopy of dark trees. Moving unseen toward the Guardsmen, she dropped to the forest floor. Subtlety was never her strong suit first thing in the...well, in the evening...
[glow=white,2,300]Why have you followed me? I have done nothing wrong.[/glow]
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Post by Keygonryu on May 25, 2009 22:11:10 GMT -5
*the guard turned and looked at her coldly*
that is none of your concern, the Emperor just said that you are to come to the capitol building, and we were to fetch you, now you are to come quietly or I shall use force!!
*he took a blunt object from his back, appearance, not for killing a target, but merely to subdue*
what shall it be then
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Post by Hartanna on May 25, 2009 22:13:21 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]That depends...am I to consider myself a guest, or is His Majesty going to be honest and call me a prisoner?[/glow]
Hartanna's wings unfold again, and in the moonlight she appears almost transluscent...her stance changes, and she is prepared to fight or fly, should either option become necessary.
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Post by Keygonryu on May 25, 2009 22:15:23 GMT -5
*he held the object at his side*
you are only a prisoner if you resist
*his black wings spread as well, just in case a chase was neccacary*
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Post by Hartanna on May 25, 2009 22:22:22 GMT -5
As an answer, Hartanna leapt to the sky, headed for the city and determined to outpace the guardsmen... she wanted it to at least appear that returning was her choice.
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Post by Keygonryu on May 25, 2009 22:24:57 GMT -5
*the guard took off into the air and signaled the other guard to come with him, they both went with her to the capitol*
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Post by Hartanna on Jun 4, 2009 23:06:16 GMT -5
Hartanna returned to her home, exhausted. Royalty...why did they keep such strange schedules?? She crawled into her bed, retracting her wings and pulling a light blanket over her head. Sleep claimed her.
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Post by Hartanna on Jun 11, 2009 9:09:34 GMT -5
Upon waking, Hartanna stretched, then reached for her knives. Time for a hunt!! *********** She walked on the forest floor, feeling each leaf and twig on her bare feet, as she stalked her prey...an elk. Large, fast, and strong, it was not going to be an easy kill....but, this was no human huntress...a dragon has other options. Climbing a tree, Hartanna checked her distance from the elk. It was blissfully unaware of death as she fell silently from the tree and administered the coup de grace to the back of its neck. Victory, like blood, tastes sweet...
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Post by Hartanna on Jul 22, 2009 18:56:12 GMT -5
Hartanna leaves the Archane Territories for Asgard.
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