#tinechor

[ j ac k did u just send a mssg to urself omg ]

oh, but this is no one mere elf, for there is something sickly familiar----

the moon was at it's edge, wan stars dancing in between-- the tuft of an old creature born anew, a charming heir, dressed in wooden favors, or so he can manage,

( if he can smell a single coin amiss, he can decide the subtle mass of creature; ) 

to lay still, perhaps to even let the meek thing wander among his treasure; a mercy.

he moves, he ascends from his golden throne, head rearing as coins and jewels alike burst at deepest plea, red-gold eyes lowering to the death of tranquil air.

beastly scales slither upon the grasp of riches, wings stretching to reach as he moves closer and closer to the man, flesh mending in his image, light unwoven as marred bone is none to be found; for he is smaug, and he has no weakness. 

he stops before him, only few steps beyond, neck arching to impede a closer look.

no moon shines where he stands, a low husk of thunder in dragon-throat, wings of yore steadying fast with tyrannical desire, as what only breathes-- Is beastly fire.

         ' What enthralls you to wander so far from your home, elf? '

whom dared to seize the flames of the mountain, the dread of dragons, the horned king, as he spoke of terrible things under his tongue--

( of a hidden death that awaited the end of the elvenkind's tale. ) 

tremendous body, doused in jewels, he paces in circles around the other-- climbing around him and beckoning, teasing for the first attack.

' To reclaim treasure, to steal precious gems and live off of wealth? '

he mocks, willingly, for there is no army to save the lone ramblings of one pious elf.

Days have since passed from the frigid blizzard that once howled across this city. Safe once more to navigate the streets, that she might locate one of the few she had endured the passing storm with. Recollecting certain words is what presses her forward, unable to locate him in any manner but physical efforts due to his lack of cellular phone. Ah, but luck appears to shine upon her... for it is not long that she happens upon the blond elf -- a friend -- that she has sought. She is not garbed in her usual indigo dress, the chimes of her armour are amiss as she proffers a smile to her new found companion whilst approaching.

"Salut, mon ami," she greets him with a cordial tone, her spirits still lifted from the prior generosity of the scientists. "I have been seeking your company so that I might pose a query. Pray tell, would you find interest in accompanying me to my home here for the day?

[ ignore me i'm going to reply to this as a text post this will be our thread ok bye ]

9. The Waistline Hug

[ Yes. This is a good one to have. Legolas is so hot, and Tina definitely wouldn't mind having a bit of arm candy hooked to her waist. She walks over, then wraps her arm around his hips. ]

"Hello, Legolas. I'm a big fan."

[ She lets a hand casually slip downward onto his butt. ]

   T'was always the stench they noticed first. The world had become bitter to the noses of the wolf Gods in their absence from it, as they lurked behind a line of trees, their shield from the devastation of mankind's works. And never did they long for the world, never did they wonder what lay beyond their borders.

  Until, against all odds, Moro adopted a human child, who grew fast, was quick to change, and all the more easy to train as one of them. And inadvertently the wolves began to love her, the child who soon became a woman, and was no more loyal to any cause than that of the wolves benefit. So it was no surprise that when it came to journey's such as this one, their princess lead up the pack.

   They made tracks to meet up with the western wolf tribes, who called for aid by way of a limping canine messenger who found his death soon after from injuries severe. They were inflicted with weapons San's family did not know, and they prepared for the worst on their pilgrimage.