He smiles at the other person. "Just a day late! but thats ok!" he chuckles wolfishly.

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The price of liberty is blood.

"I have a bad Feeling about this"

Crymson poked her head out of the tent, her hair all messed up. "Hey, whats with all the racket, some people like to sleep." She sees Rena and Granit and Tharox and Hafran. "Well seems like you;ve finally decided to show your faces. Glad you could make it." She says with some venom in her voice.

(OOC:grr...can anyone convince someone else to take the final spot? No one else seems interested...)

[I may be able to get Beleg to join us...]

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"I have a bad Feeling about this"

"Finally? I think it`s our own business when we arrive, if we arrive..."

Hafran said back with a rude tone as Tharox jumped off Hafran and looked around inspecting the others.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rena shook her head. "It's not MY falt I got lost, I wasn't the one in control." She said, nudging Granit, and jumping off. Granit's wings disapeared...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(OOC:ok, please try)

Dawnfire opened his eyes and growled at Hafran and Tharox. He got to his feet and stood by the tent. His eyes searched over the newcomers, getting their smell and looks. Crymson popped back into her tent and came back out, she unfolded the tent and placed it in one of Dawnfire's saddle bags. She grabbed andother back from around his neck and placed it gingerly on the ground.

Madoc looks at the others and laughs softly. "Are we going soon or not?

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"I have a bad Feeling about this"

"Can me and Granit please have some rest. We've been wondering aimlessly lost for hours. I NEED rest." Rena colapsed dramatically on the ground...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Rumour sits a little off from the group, not involving herself or Shera. The dragon lies on the ground, coiled loosely into an intricate knot. Rumour sits with her back against the dragon's warm side, her arms crossed over her chest as she watches the group and the latecomers.....

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Madoc smiles and simply says "go ahead... Tempay and i... well were up now so..." he runs off looking for his meal

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"I have a bad Feeling about this"

Rumour's jet black eyes watch the Lycan move away, hunting. The dark orbs then flick back to the rest of the camp, still watching silently....

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Kith's eyes flicked open as he heard a commotion. He quickly jumped to his feet and drew a dagger, prepaared for the worst. Instead, it was just the other two chosen finally finding the group. He sighed and sat down, returning his dagger to its hidding spot.

(I'll relieve that spot, Dark! As I was invited, and I thank you for the compliment on my characters... I'll see if this one works out... sounds very interesting!)

My Character:

Name: Laphari

Age: when known as Human: 23 True age: Born in the times of the Egyptians (not sure what time exactly this RP is... )

Gender: Female

Breed or Species: Known as a human, but is of a rare race of secretive immortal called the Roshneh

Description: Her skin is darkish in color, sort of Arab-like, though more so Egyptian in appearance, though her eyes are of a striking blue color. Wears mostly white garments, in the style of the Arabs, though it is of light silken material, while concealing most of her facial features is a white cloth with silver tassles hanging from the edges down over her forehead and from the band which crosses over the nose.

Weakness: Her identity... she lives a double life, living half as human/mortal, while the other she spends in secrecy as her Roshneh being. She also has a habit of backing out of tight situations, though for the sake of keeping the secret of her race a secret. Though she is immortal, she can still die if she is not strong enough to heal her own wounds.

Weapons and Powers: A lengthy sword of a curved and intricate design (*shifty eyes* Not sure what they call those Arabian style swords...) She has the ability to heal, plus she controls the element wind

Other: She was born in the Egyptian times, so her appearance is much akin to them, though for a time, her kindred were praised as gods and godesses by some Egyptians, and Laphari had even become a wife to a Pharaoh. (Don't ask me which one... *twitch*)

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Her Animal:

Name: Shiraso

Species: Pegasus

Gender: Male

Description: Pure white, with a wide wingspan, though the tips of hair, wing feathers, and mane shimmer with a silvery quality

Powers and/or abilities: He can fly (*duh* hehe) Plus he is immortal.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((Yay the last chosen! Welcome!))

Mirima was woken by Hafran's landing, and got up to investigate. After fulfilling her curiosity, she returned to Moran, rolled up her bed roll, and took out a small flask, from which she drank deeply. When she was finished, Moran stood up and stretched.

"I go hunting." he said, turning his face towards the slowly rising sun. "Do you wish me to bring you back something?"

Mirima shook her head and replied telepathically, "I appreciate your generous offer, Moran, but I think I will eat of my own food this morning. Go, I will be here when you return."

His huge wings expanded, and with a single pulse, lifted his massive body far away from the earth. Mirima watched him disappear over the horizon, then went to join the group.

Just then, she saw the shapeshifter all alone. Wandering over, she assumed a smile. "What brings you here, friend? You seem to be one who enjoys solitude more than companionship."

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

(Silm, a curved sword is called a scimitar. They work very well for decapitating people! Glad you could make it! We are now complete!)

Rumour raises an eyebrow. "I've always been alone... Being with people is dangerous..... Especially for one such as me...." Shera raises her head at the approach of Mirima and fixes one large, dark eye on her. "I've learned to be alone.... I may not like it, but it's what I'm used to...."

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~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~