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  • in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1419
    Jib
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      yeah with a few beers in the blood all can make sense easily…

      :yahoo_monkey:

      in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1416
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        et glou et glou et glou et glou

        or in japanese

        ikki ikki ikki ikki

        :yahoo_laughing:

        Unfortunately I don’t know it in english… could it be gulp gulp gulp ?

        >:D<

        in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #574
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          Despite his gloomy mood, Yann was quite aware that the idea of Yurick was paralleling his own desire to make his dreams public… It’d been several days now that he was thinking more and more to write them on his different web supports… but he hadn’t really created the time or the inspiration to do so.

          Yann was feeling a bit forced since a few days… he couldn’t say or pinpoint the “origin”, though you could say HE was the origin, he wasn’t ready to accept this answer yet :)) he wanted to enjoy his victim feeling for a few days… Still it wasn’t very satisfying.

          Yann sighed.

          Well, all his life he really had understood others couldn’t give him the answers or tell him what to do, and still he had wanted to mimic them in their quests for a solution, their quest for happiness… he really realized that it wasn’t a natural movement to him. It had seemed at times that he could be aware of his desires, his direction… though today every action seemed like an effort, something you have to struggle for… well once again he got his own answer… he was struggling. It was already more flexible and smoother… his energy was feeling lighter, and he could se the other obstacles against which he was struggling.

          He sighed again, but it was more a release and a relaxation now.

          Well he had some dreams to note down.

          in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1979
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            mmmmmm :-? this one also

            stories energy boy let surprise ass
            created laugh behind met door against
            felt floyd mother morning real quiet added thought

            in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1978
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              :yahoo_thinking: I think the noise is really related to the story ;))
              this scrying is quite clear to me.

              book understand sam %{color:red}tomkin%* friends tell longer heard happening action already smiled calling joe asked must self experience images given love

              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #568
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                KEWL!

                Yann had woke up this morning with this word in his head… he had a weird experience last night just as he was falling asleep. A sudden and loud noise in his right ear. Like air compression, a BAM or a crunching of sort… it wasn’t a physical noise and he had felt it quite clearly in his ear and in his head, resonating in his bones. It had been so weird.

                He’d called Yurick around 10am and Quintin had told him about a similar noise at the same time… What a weird experience. Yann was wondering if Finn or Dory had had similar experiences… maybe Malika?

                Just one hour before the end of the day at work… he would soon have his answer.

                He was wondering if it wasn’t connected to some mummy explosion… well, no, too weird.

                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #563
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                  — I just added one of her focus in the story too. Her name is Lola, whispered Sam to Al.

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #560

                  He decided to go for it.

                  PROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT

                  and it rippled through his dreams and created of new sparkling realities… some quite smelly by our standards ;))

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #559

                  With all those farting dreams, Naasir was wondering what the fart of a dragon like him would generate…

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #555
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                    Sam just stroked the head of Becky.

                    Joe is the brother of Twilight and Elroy… is it Elroy? Al? Yes I can read it in your mind. Your wig is just great Bekkie Pooh ;) Joe is a variation of tone of Jo or Jo is a variation of tone of Joe… depends from where you look ;))

                    in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #550

                    Alarmed by the sound of the explosion, Mrs Butterbutt rushed out of her office.

                    What the hell are they doing again? If it’s these dirty sons of …

                    She censored her thought as she was about to burst out in anger, she was so focused on that prout farting Mc Gaughran that as she opened the door of the main room, her face was that of a fury…. but as soon as she saw what had happened, she heard the laugh of Little Joe followed by all the drunkards and the sissy cow boys of that town. Her loud laugh soon joined with the others… she managed to calm down and talked to the juicy Aldous.

                    — Oh you’re going to pay for all that mess, behave Mc Gaugran, you could have refrained from shitting on you!

                    She couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.

                    in reply to: Synchronicity #1592
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                      hahaha ;)) dick sync ;))

                      I just got a spam with “your bigger dik will be your bestfriend now!” go for it Tracy Pooh, long live DDT =))

                      and it was from Monica(at)ms 53 .hinet.net

                      in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1972
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                        =)) what an omen :))

                        quintin anna telling rose gave opened wondering sighed growing yourself laughing eyes mandrake particular key gift creating yikesy color game happened

                        in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #543

                        The bal room was ready. Malvina was looking around and decided that all was perfect now
                        She felt the subtle ripples of her friends energy. Sam was waiting patiently their arrival.

                        The east wall just blurred and began to glow lightly of deep teal and emerald shades, blended in a beautiful and quite creative whirlpool.

                        Malvina just moved her attention on the encoding of her hair and shift slightly some hue to express a dark stary night, sparkling and full of mystery.

                        A thrill went through her body as she saw Georges and Salome emerge from the wall… and she burst into laughter at the sight of the marmoset which was looking at her with such a big smile :face-monkey:

                        Her laugh rippled through the crystals of the cave, making their light iridescent and swinging.

                        WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! A giant disco ball :bounce: just for us.

                        Georges couldn’t stop laughing and began dancing as Salome was generating a peppy and swinging music… he was all jumping and swirling, and Sam was jumping all around, barking at him with joy.

                        — What the hell, began Leörmn but he was fascinated.

                        And that’s when a wavy Irtak entered the discave with his 2 dragons… they immediately changed shape and began to swirl around with Georges, and Irtak was wondering if he was dreaming or if it was another process in his discovery… he was feeling as if he was dancing as the man-Georges. :yahoo_hypnotized: His body just started moving following the movements of Georges and they were just one.

                        in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #540
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                          Anadron and Goldarny were joining their energies. They had discovered another dimension in their explorations and had decided to do a scout peek, for a few minutes.
                          Their first exploration together. It was quite thrilling and new to them.

                          They had chosen a cell of the sand hive, to be quiet and kept warm during the process.

                          They joined their hands letting their awareness encompass the other’s awareness, they blended their focus and created Andrimiñ. The qualities they merged in this new aspect could be translated as a male.

                          He had not yet a shape. The shape would be created as soon as Andrimiñ would enter that new dimension. Andrimiñ was their messenger, their explorer. He would gather and explore the dimensions and as he was connected with them and not fragmented he would always be connected with their own focus in Asaris. He was still new and they had just merged basic qualities so they could taste the dimension through his experience.

                          Andrimiñ was quite excited :bounce: and almost faded out, but Anadron and Goldarny managed to sooth their own excitement. A smile on their face, they projected their explorer to the Alienor dimension.

                          in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #538

                          A dragon egg was hatching. A bluish light around the shell.
                          That egg was not in a rookery, it was in the Marshes of Doom.

                          A little girl was passing by and whistling. She was eight and quite unaware of what was happening. But she was drawn to that particular spot where she could see something shining. Her excitement was enhanced by the unheard humming of the baby dragon emerging. Her heart was full of joy and happyness.

                          She had that name in her mind Asiir and that song her mother was always singing to her when she was younger. At times she would sing it to her again, lost in her memories. And it was quite endearing a song, about another world blending with their own, that world, what was the name?

                          La Phrëal said a voice in her head. She was a bit startled and stopped singing. Nothing… just the joy and the excitement. She started to walk again in the tall grass.

                          She continued with her song and began to see the edges of the egg. Wow, she stopped in awe. It was beautiful, with many shades of blue and it was pulsing. Seeing it she was even more full of joy and of love. All fear she could have had before had vanished of her heart.

                          Lola, I’m choosing you

                          Hearing these words in her head, her heart exploded of joy, it was so intense the she burst out crying and laughing at the same time. The shell had cracked open and she could see the little creature emerging, so graceful, pink with golden shades. How will she explain that to her parents? :yahoo_rose:

                          in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #536

                          The room was grey.

                          Since she had been raped by the guards Atiara was mute, and closed in herself. It had been a very freaking experience, and quite new to her.
                          She was virgin then and quite unaware of those aspects.

                          Fortunately, it had been only once, at her arrival in this prison…
                          The guards had threatened her not to tell anything, but she was already gone so to speak. All her will gone, all her hope gone, all her joy gone.

                          It’s been 3 weeks ago. She’d barely ate and drink. And she’d been left alone. The guards were not speaking to her. They didn’t even try after those events.

                          in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1971
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                            hahahaha and another ;)) whith Quitin’s children??? did he had them with Yann :D?

                            children quintin loved game dreams saloon story

                            creature under bart dancing lucille green birthday understand becky age focus great words opened

                            in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1970
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                              leormn liked became yellow

                              elikozoe mind thought saloon tried cool parents

                              in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1969
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                                hahaha, I’m having lots of fun scrying ;))

                                :fleuron2:

                                leormn laughed fact vincentius singing sometimes word leaving mountains strange age let red come noticed

                                :fleuron2:

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