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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 23:13:58 GMT -5
If Amelia doesn't trim down below, the hairs will probably be visible. Or very damned close. Ironically it has a high bodice. She did trim below. "Hmmm, hmmm," She says, before giving Vhagus a mischievous grin. "Please turn your back."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 23:18:02 GMT -5
He closes the visor and turns the helmet backwards on his head. "Now you can't say I'm using a mirror."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 23:20:07 GMT -5
She quickly took off her dress, slipped into the skimpy outfit, before silently slipping the bear costume on over it. "You can look now!" She finally said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 23:24:04 GMT -5
He lifts the visor and nods approvingly. "You make a very honorable bear. How familiar are you with bears?" He takes a pot off a shelf and opens it. "Do you like honey? Bears like honey."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 23:26:41 GMT -5
"Raah raah!" Ami replied, dipping a paw into the pot and pretending to lick honey off it. "I've seen a few bears, mostly in the Vale. I think Prince Benjen has hunted a few, though those must have been in the North."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 23:28:31 GMT -5
He chuckles and thinks a second, then dips his finger into the honey and offers it to her. "They Really like honey."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 23:29:50 GMT -5
Ami smiles and takes his finger in her mouth, sucking the honey off it. "It's good honey," She said, licking her lips and winking.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 23:30:55 GMT -5
"I thought so." He starts taking the armor off. "Bloody uncomfortable without the padding."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 23:33:00 GMT -5
Amelia turned and sat back down on the couch, sipping her wine in the bear suit. "No padding? How silly of you; after all, does metal armour not get cold?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 23:37:52 GMT -5
"I didn't feel like spending twenty minutes getting it on and keeping my lovely guest waiting. There is rather more to the full armor of course. I love my full plate." He sits next to her. "Now, you want to hear the story about the white dragon, yes?" He companionably puts an arm around her.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 23:42:28 GMT -5
Amelia leans on him a little bit, though not too close for comfort. "Very much so, Vhaghus the Arrogant Bastard; in all its gory detail."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 23:56:22 GMT -5
"Very well." He refills their wine, letting her know this is probably quite a story. He sips his wine. "The white dragon was the runt of the litter, but still a hundred feet long from nose to tail. I was its caretaker at the time, the Blackfyre riding the white fire, but its real companion was my cousin, Taela. She would ride him for days if Sirius would let her, and no one could maneuver like her if she had the reins. He'd do flips and somersaults in the air."
"One day, the Hegemon had finally had enough of war, they said. They agreed to abandon Astapor and let the Three Cities be united, in exchange for a dragon to keep them safe from Drogon the Devourer, who by now was destroying whole towns. They offered us anything, as economies were collapsing under his onslaught.
Sirius suspected a trick. We all should have, but to my shame, Prince Aenys and I decided we thought we had found a foolproof solution; marry Aenys to the Hegemons daughter, and marry our sister Laera to the Hegemon's son, as a sign of good faith. We thought none could break such a sacred bond.
Alas...when the white took Laera and Aenys to their nuptials, they were met by an ambush. the Ghiscari had picked a fighting pit as the wedding site, in the eyes of all their people, they said, and before anyone could think twice, ballistae and crossbows arced everywhere, ruining his wings. He killed thousands in his death throes, but he bled out eventually, and by the time we finished them off with Rhaegys...it was over. Only Aenys survived of the entire wedding party...and the Hegemon's son, now the leader himself.
Having been naive enough to fall for such a trick...I took the blame, and I was banished forever from Meereen." He stopped there.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 0:00:35 GMT -5
"But... it wasn't even really your fault!" Amelia said, sounding offended on his behalf. "Both you and Aenys made the decision, and you are not to fault they the ambush happened!" She shook her head, taking a long gulp of wine. "I will speak for you to the Targaryens if you wish."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 8:40:39 GMT -5
"Oh, that is quite all right. As I said, they are quite mad. Most of them anyway. Wedding brothers and sisters is an abomination, I think. Leads to nowhere good." He chuckles as she fumbles to drink the wine in the awkward bear suit.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 24, 2012 10:06:55 GMT -5
"No, it can't be good mixing such close blood," Ami agreed, shaking her head. "Though it was always said that the Targaryens were born either a genius or mad." She yawns. "I should probably get back to the palace."
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