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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 27, 2010 16:00:33 GMT 12
His obvious strength, and the numerous weapons that were revealed as he discarded his top, had Nehvae reaching for her gun again. In any other situation she might of been dazzled by his good looks, but as she was now, protecting Micky from a threat that she probably wouldn't last five seconds against, the best she could do was be slightly impressed at his muscles. Despite her wariness, something that wan't at all settled when she knew what he was, a slight proud smile flickered over her face at Mickys answer. SHe had taught him well, and he was a good student. He may complain before and after any lesson but during it he was completely focussed. Like he was now.
His eyes went wide as he saw all of the mans weapons, but not with fear. Awe and admiration shone in his brown eyes and he grinned broadly. He glanced over at Nehvae and frowned as he saw that she had a quite different reaction to his. Deciding that she might be more comfortable if he was beside her he stepped backwards and wrapped a small arm around her left leg. As the man changed slowly Micky watched silently, slipping back into how he usually acted when his mother was teaching him something. After the man spoke Micky smirked. "I don't need to guess." He snickered, "You a Drac.... thing..... Draco....noh."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 21, 2010 19:16:43 GMT 12
Rhage dipped his head with a grin and lowered his arms, leaving the scales as they were. 'Right. So what can I do?' He questioned the boy, glancing up at the female, noting her uneasiness at his armed state but not wanting to disarm, if only because he didn't want the boy getting his hands on them. Pointed teeth glinted as his solid white eyes met the child's gaze, more than slightly unnerving through he didn't seem fazed by the absence of an iris or pupil.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 21, 2010 22:32:00 GMT 12
Micky rolled his eyes at the easy question then quickly cut the expression when Nehvae tapped his shoulder pointedly. "You can change into one of those flappy things." He said dismisively. At his adoptive mothers soft snort he put his sentence into more detail. "I mean, one of those flying lizard things." Nehvae almost laughed that time, proving that his second attempt had been little better than his first. "You know what I mean!" He said in exasperated irritation, glancing back over at the draconoh.
>Soz, have to go.<
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