by .:Random Event 2:. » 01/17/2009 7:44 PM
The wombear, still earily calm, stared up at the dalma. He liked this creature thing, it wasn't scared to fight back. Lots of trainers came here looking for wombear. Whenever he popped up he abused them, stole their food and they LET him! They let him thinking he might like them. HA! That is no kind of challenge. But of course, thinking over these things that didn't mean the wombear wanted a trainer. No, he really liked the wild and it'd take more then a toss of a pebble to convince him other wise.
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Well well well, seemed the little Matches had a bit of fire inside aswell as outside (referring to those flaming wings, of course). Well then, perhaps there was more to avians then meets the eyes, though Timber was still not to inclined to trust it. Besides being a bird it was also trying to take her away from her home, that she knew. Trainers sent pets here to catch wombears all the time. She wouldn't be one of them, she was sure.
"I have no reason to trust any food you might offer me, so I think I'm going to say no."
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The wombear twitched and flinched while the quicksylph spoke. He was overly nervous but the prospect of leaving these dangerous tunnels seemed to catch the wombears attention.
"I've never liked the tunnels you know. T-too dangerous if you ask me, I've n-n-never been a fan of them. Are you sure I could?"
He looked back up at the clouds, still covering his neck.
"They're ready to burst at any moment,"
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The wombear grinned, showing off it's needle sharp teeth. It was rather creepy, to be honest.
"Why yes, you are correct. You're rather clever My Dear, what brings you to the Vast Plains?" it didn't seem to keen on blinking it's eyes either, still smiling as it spoke. When offered food though it pursed it's dark lips.
"No thank you, My Dear, I'm full; stuffed even,"
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