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[drinkuntilidie]

By da Loa, I don't believe it...

[There's the loud screech of a raptor and Kevas chuckles happily.]

I be happy to see joo too girl! Let's getchu outta dere befuh joo end up killin' everyt'ing in here.

[Another screech and Kevas laughs.]

Hey now quit joor fussin'!

[There's some silence before Kevas finally speaks again.]Anymon be knowin' if

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She was on her way to explore the chapel, curious about the bells and perhaps what gods were honored here when she saw Kevas with a large, rather dragonic looking creature. He seemed at ease with the creature so she raised a hand and waved at him in greeting. A bright smile accompanied the gesture. ]

Hello!

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[drinkuntilidie]

[Oh hey it's the chicken lady Kevas say when braiding Rapunzel's hair. You don't forget someone who looks like that. He can't remember her name, or if she even gave it to him but Kevas still tips his hat to her politely.

Shaka's reaction is similar but different. She cocks her head curiously at the newcomer, studying her intently. The raptor has never before seen a person like this before. She knows trolls, orcs, tauren, humans, and the like, but she's never seen someone with wings. As smart as she is there's only one thing she can compare that to: prey.

The raptors screeches and takes off, tearing her reins out of Kevas' hands before he can do anything. Kevas is after her like a shot.]

Shaka!

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[halfbrokenwings]

[Isabella was headed for the pair when the dragonic creature screamed and broke into a full run. For a precious moment she froze, eyes as wide as they could be, heart in her throat.

The long stride of the creature ate the distance between them and she was suddenly spurred to action.

Out of habit she frantically made wild gestures with her hands, trying to force the magic she did not have to come to her aid. She could not turn her eyes away from the fast approaching predator. Every instinct told her to run but she held fast, knowing how a dragon reacts to running prey. The only other instinct that was of any use was the drop dead one.

So that's exactly what she did.

When the creature was within a few strides her eyes rolled back to her head. Looking exactly like a puppet whose strings were cut, she falls to the ground in a pile of cloth and feathers, belly down and face planted on the Green. ]

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[drinkuntilidie]

[Oh dear sweet Loa did the ladymon just faint? Fantastic. After just getting Shaka back Kevas isn't about to lose her because she ate someone. Kevas throws himself into a sprint, pushing his long legs as fast as they'll take him. Just before Shaka reaches her he's able to grab the reins and yanks them hard to the side. The motion slows the raptor down and causes her head to turn towards Kevas. He pulls back a fist and punches her square in the jaw. She reels back, stumbles, and falls to the ground.]

Bad girl!

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[halfbrokenwings]

[That thundering she was hearing had to be the dragonic coming her way, right? Right? She was holding her breath when she heard the distinct sounds of the green gentleman catching up to the dragonic.

She twitched ever so slightly to see the scuffle happen just in front of her. In fact most of her field of view was taken up by a gigantic clawed toe just a few inches from her face.

Well, right until the orc? Ogre? Laid the dragonic out with a punch to the face. He swung like a bar fighter, and very effective too. She gasped at that, clearly not expecting it.

Those green eyes are clearly aware of what the hell is going on, and she raises her head just a little bit, still too shaken to do much else.]

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[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas grabs Shaka's reins again and helps pull her back to her feet. She snaps her jaws a few times before looking at Isabella and back to Kevas. Looks like someone learned her lesson.]

I know she be lookin' like food but she ain't be food, got it?

[The raptor chirps pathetically and Kevas kneels towards Isabella.]

Joo be alright?

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[halfbrokenwings]

[Green-wide eyes look back up at Kevas. She was shaken.]

I-i am, s-sir. You were ex-ceptionally fleetfooted. With my deepes-st regard-s, thank you.

[And she's no doubt that he just saved her skin. The chicken half-angelic starts to sit up. That was closer to the business end of a predator than she ever wanted to be. She didn't faint, but she doesn't think she can stand quite yet and remains for the moment on the ground sitting.]

Is-s it normally so...friendly?

[He did not just say she looked like food, did he?]

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[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas merely shrugs.]

Joo gotta be fast on joor feet where I be from. Just glad I got dere in time.

[For more than one reason. He offers her a hand to help her back to her feet.]

Nuhmally she be a real pussycat, but she ain't seen notin' like joo befuh. Closest she seen probably be plainstriders, and dey be prey.

[Kevas turns to give Shaka a look. She takes another step back and sags her head pathetically.]

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She listens, and actually does take his hand to help her rise. ]

Thank you.

[ There's a half a beat where she does not parse what a plainstrider is but realizes that what would make her seem like prey would be- ]

-Feathers. Oh!

[With that realization a sense of calm overcomes. She offers both Kevas and the dragonic a sheepish smile.]

It is rather an understandable mistake. I would suspect I look like a very large pigeon to a hungry... dragon?

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[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas politely tips his hat to her.]

Raptuh actually. If she was a dragon I wouldn't been able to stop her.

[And they would be having a lot more problems than her just being hungry.]

And wheddah she be hungry or not, she should know bettah to go chasin' aftah sometin' widout my say so. She be fuhgettin' her mannahs.

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[halfbrokenwings]

[Her lips quirk into a wry grin. If had tried to tell the dragon she knew what to do.... there would not even had been pieces left to pick up.]

I understand that sentiment, extremely well. The dragon I know would not have stopped either.

[She looks to Kevas and then back to the Rapter? Raptur? Raptuh?]

She understands quite a bit, can she also speak?

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[drinkuntilidie]

Joo know a dragon? Not sure if I should be impressed or pity jah.

[The troll smirks and reaches over to pat Shaka on the snout.]

Shaka be smart as a whip, but she ain't be dat smart. I might be in trouble if she was.

[Shaka chirps and nuzzles against his hand.]

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She has a very wry grin on her face and she laughs. ]

Do not be impressed. That meeting was a ironic, romantic, hazardous comedy that I would not wish to go through again. Nearly became a tragedy.

It will make a lovely ballad though.

[The smile softens a bit watching the two of them interact.]

Shanka is her name? Oh! And on the subject of names, I do not believe I have even introduced myself. I am Isabella, and it is a pleasure.

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[drinkuntilidie]

Can't wait to hear it den.

[Kevas continues to stroke the raptor gently keeping her placated.]

Shaka actually, and I be Kevas. I saw joo when I was helpin' Rapunzel. I apologize dat joor name slipped my mind until now.

[He tips his hat politely with his free hand.]

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[halfbrokenwings]

[ She shakes her head.]

No need for apology Kevas, sir. I'm afraid I got caught up in the excitement of the moment that evening and while I recognize faces, names escaped me too.

[She peers curiously at the tack on Shaka's back.]

Is Shaka a riding beast?

[That sure looks like a saddle, but how would one ride it?]

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[drinkuntilidie]

[He wouldn't necessarily call braiding hair exciting but alright.]

Joo ain't be havin' to call me sir. Dere really be no reason to be dat polite.

[Plus it makes him feel old, and he feels older than he really is already.]

Aye, she be da best dere be.