20.Mar.12, 09:47 PM
Jazz stomped her through the halls and into the dining hall, her face contorted with anger. If the rumours she heard were true, someone was going to lose thier balls. And not in a nice way.
Ever since she had arrived her, she had been an emotional jack in the box. Happy with the situation one moment and steaming the next. This also meant she was under punishment as well due to her 'hit first, ask questions later' attitude. With knuckles now grazed, swollen, red and sore, she kinda worked out that although hitting people worked for getting rid of them quickly, it wasn't doing her 'delicate' hands any good. With so much anger built up, it was a surprisingly fact that she still lived.
Impression... had been a dream. One she now thought to be impossible. With so much anger, she had told that she would not do any dragon good and part of her wondered. She had missed the hatching on purpose as those words sturck a far more painful area than she had let on at the time. Perhaps one day she would make that little cretin eat his words but for now, she would content herself with tearing a breedroll to shreds then chomping down on its exposed dough innerds with alarming violence.
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Ever since she had arrived her, she had been an emotional jack in the box. Happy with the situation one moment and steaming the next. This also meant she was under punishment as well due to her 'hit first, ask questions later' attitude. With knuckles now grazed, swollen, red and sore, she kinda worked out that although hitting people worked for getting rid of them quickly, it wasn't doing her 'delicate' hands any good. With so much anger built up, it was a surprisingly fact that she still lived.
Impression... had been a dream. One she now thought to be impossible. With so much anger, she had told that she would not do any dragon good and part of her wondered. She had missed the hatching on purpose as those words sturck a far more painful area than she had let on at the time. Perhaps one day she would make that little cretin eat his words but for now, she would content herself with tearing a breedroll to shreds then chomping down on its exposed dough innerds with alarming violence.
I added a date and a time of day for the thread, so it would be worked into the timeline. If you'd prefer, you are welcome to change them. Please include such dates in any future threads.