Karino

So... how did this thread turn from Crash being a crazy obssessed pyschopath to why doesn't he like Valkyries?

Hrmmmmm. But I'm a guy, and I didn't get a sex change. Maybe?

Because this... is... something or other. Yeah I don't really know. What is the question I was going to ask but came up with this instead?

Is a person who's name is a lot like a Yu-Gi-Oh card.

So... I think I saw him. But I don't really care. But what do you want us to donate to? EDIT: yeah I definately saw him here (still don't care)

I have a question. Would this be considered necroposting or can I write another bit cuz I'm really very bored.

Well, I got my internet priveleges back, but it took me another few days to work up the energy to recover my password and stuff, so.... hi?

"Not deaf, y'know," Vrai said. He looked around nervously. "I don't like this...."

Vrai followed, seeing as he greatly disliked Dragoons.

I must say I agree with the creator of this topic. Some things go too far, you know.

Oh, so that's where it went....

Doroon surveyed his surroundings. Tall huts, risen on poles rose two yards in the air. He noted that the ladder always came on the North, and resolved to ask why later. He also noticed that as the Elves saw him, they knelt and prayed. Doroon, uneasy, hugged his shoulders. This was all to weird for him. The Elf in front of a big building, the only hut sitting on the floor, stopped them with an upraised hand. "Cada nurun taka, you need permission." Doroon rubbed his ears. What had just happened? One second, the Elf had been speaking it's own language, the next he heard it speak flawless Adorian. "We have permission. This is the son of Chaos." "Go in." Doroon cut into the conversation. "Wait, son of Chaos? I'm an orphan. I was raised in the small village at the bottom of the mountain," he said with a nervous laugh. "I don't think I'm who you're looking for..." The elves stared at him, before one of them spoke, saying, "You speak Elven?" "No, why?" "This is undeniable proof. We must have him regulate the Chaos of the World immedietly." "What?" "Just go inside. Chief Takanaka is waiting." Doroon didn't have a choice in the matter, as he and Lune were almost shoved through the opening. The building was unremarkable, just wood and a small desk in the middle. At it sat an elderly looking Snow Elf, who looked up. "Have you brought him to me? The salvation of the world?"

Depressing basketball game today... They beat us by Three of FOUR... we were tied until the end....

At least it was the other team....

I made the most retarded mistakes during basketball this Saturday. First I accidentaly tackled someone from the other team by slipping on the floor. Then I scored. Then I accidentaly shot at the wrong basket.

"Lune... it's so... so cold..." Doroon said, but to no avail, for Lune had fallen asleep. The snow looked so soft. Surely it wouldn't hurt to sleep in it? Just a little while. Doroon looked at it. It seemed so inviting, so white, like a bed. Doroon felt blackness over come him as the ground rushed towards him. --------------------------------------------------- "Dulfaen. Ul konra telaon." Doroon felt himself roughly shaken awake by ice-cold hands. His eyes opened with crackle as a thin layer of ice fractured and broke. Beside him, Lune stirred and growled. "Donfa. Donfa kul raein." Doroon finally came into full conciousness, and shook his head to wake himself up. Above him stood two humanoid creatures. They had no necks, or heads, but faces upon their chests. Their torso was long, with long spindly limbs. They had a yellow-gold spine consisting of spikes on their back, with ice-blue skin. "Snow Elves?" Doroon asked, finally understanding why Lune was so tense and growling. "Yes," one Elf began haltingly, "you... human...?" "Yes." "You... come... with us..." "Why?" The two elves conversed with each other for a while, before turning back. "Chief... says.... Father... ancient... god." Thoroughly confused, Doroon stood up, only to find his limbs too cold to walk. The two elves grabbed his arms to help him move, and guided him away from where he had slept. Lune stretched and followed.

I added one more part, so yay.

---Vasalion Village--- "I'm worried about him." "It's been years since the Snow Elves attacked, Daela. I'm sure that he will be fine. He also has the bloodhound, remember?" Daela paused to look at the wizened old man next to her. He fixed her with a hard stare, until she looked away. "But, Enin, you have to admit that he is odd. He fell down a mountain with a bloodhound puppy, for God's sake." "He can take care of himself, he is a clever boy, you know." "Yes, but...." "Daela! You have to let him do something with his life. He wants to be an adventurer, so let him." "But Enin! Do you not care for him at all? There are many Elves up there, Snow and Mountain!" "Well, there are no Chaos, Forest, or any other type of elf up there, so that's as many not there." "Enin, you..." "It doesn't matter, just let it go." --------------------------------------------------------------------- Sitting astride the huge Bloodhound, Lune, Doroon yawned rubbed his hands together. The temperature was below freezing point, and he was moving just so he wouldn't freeze. "Pfft. Why is there no one here? It's boring," he muttered. Under him, Lune shook. "Oh, sorry, Lune. I just need someone to talk to. Not that I can't talk to you, but I need someone to respond. Not that you don't," he added as Lune made a small woofing noise under him. A sudden gust of air blasted his black bangs from his forehead. "Man, is it just me, or does it get colder the farther up I get here?"

Vrai merely rolled his eyes. They knew nothing of who he was, why he was there, or who he served. They assumed too much.

"Good morning to you, too," Vrai said.

You guys watch Black Cat? But Eve wasn't hot... -.-U

You spelled story wrong... Anyway, I totally agree with that statement.

"Hmm... seems like I don't have a choice, huh?" Vrai responded. "Whatever. Fine. Just get me out of the ropes."

Thanks for the feedback. I'll try to incorperate the advice into my story.

Vrai rolled on the ground. "Dammit, I hate dragoons." He bit at the rope, fraying it only a little, before looking up and seeing people staring at him. "WHAT."