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Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears | Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears | ||
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Revision as of 18:32, 27 September 2012
Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable Wait, whose bed am I in? She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. Where is my flight suit? Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Flightsuit |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 0 | |
