A *big* damn bird! Actually, it was a reject gryphon born without wings- it had an eagles head and front legs, and a lions ass. If you tried to steal from its nest, it would eat you. It was also magic resistant.
I *likes* the stories....
Oh, in case it comes up at any point, Potts is plump and short and red faced, and there are often bits of mobile greenery clinging to her bodice or bustle. She has very protective climbing roses that sort of look out for her, since she is so damaged, at present. She often carries a watering can, even when there are no plants present.
Astariel Dukkers is tiny and frail, with whispy white hair and eyes of a blue so pale that they remind one of a mirror, or of frozen water. She uses a cane, but seems to be able to move quite rapidly. She is almost bent double with age, and her skin has that powdery consistency assosciated with the *very* old. While she is speaking, her sharp eyes sometimes pick out and watch entities invisible to those she is speaking to, though she does not generally mention these beings.
Mr. Thralk dressed in dark colors and was tall and pale. He rarely spoke, and that at a whisper. More often, he would just sieze the offender by the ear and drag them to the dungeon.
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Date: 2006-01-20 05:30 pm (UTC)I *likes* the stories....
Oh, in case it comes up at any point, Potts is plump and short and red faced, and there are often bits of mobile greenery clinging to her bodice or bustle. She has very protective climbing roses that sort of look out for her, since she is so damaged, at present. She often carries a watering can, even when there are no plants present.
Astariel Dukkers is tiny and frail, with whispy white hair and eyes of a blue so pale that they remind one of a mirror, or of frozen water. She uses a cane, but seems to be able to move quite rapidly. She is almost bent double with age, and her skin has that powdery consistency assosciated with the *very* old. While she is speaking, her sharp eyes sometimes pick out and watch entities invisible to those she is speaking to, though she does not generally mention these beings.
Mr. Thralk dressed in dark colors and was tall and pale. He rarely spoke, and that at a whisper. More often, he would just sieze the offender by the ear and drag them to the dungeon.
-K