09-21-2006, 12:38 PM
Oh, what the hell.
Name: Osiris
Race: Magnamon
Height: 3 meters or so.
24 inches. Self-explanatory.
Insertion: In a bush outside the lounge.
IC: Osiris leveled his crosshairs on the head of the male Renamon. Before he could squeeze a shot off, however, and complete his assassination mission, another creature moved into his view...under the Renamon? Curious, Osiris inched a little closer and higher, and grinned evily as the whole situation came into light; the male Renamon was mating with a green-white scaled dragon creature. Assuming his commanders wouldn't mind HOW he took out his target, Osiris dropped his rifle and headed towards the house, checking his gear to make sure it was totally concealed and retrieving a black combat knife. He crouched, knife in hand, ready to jump in and take out the Renamon, but a thought crossed him; why?
"Oh, fuck it" he muttered, dropping the knife... and the entirety of his combat armor. He instead moved towards the sliding glass door, noticing his own arousal was in full force. Without knocking, he opened the door and strode into the room, grinning heartily.
"Would anyone like to take on the challenge of trying to get me to fit?" he said, elliciting a few grins; noticing a dog-like creature close to a reddish dragon-like exchanging looks. This is gonna be fun... he thought[/i]
Name: Osiris
Race: Magnamon
Height: 3 meters or so.
24 inches. Self-explanatory.
Insertion: In a bush outside the lounge.
IC: Osiris leveled his crosshairs on the head of the male Renamon. Before he could squeeze a shot off, however, and complete his assassination mission, another creature moved into his view...under the Renamon? Curious, Osiris inched a little closer and higher, and grinned evily as the whole situation came into light; the male Renamon was mating with a green-white scaled dragon creature. Assuming his commanders wouldn't mind HOW he took out his target, Osiris dropped his rifle and headed towards the house, checking his gear to make sure it was totally concealed and retrieving a black combat knife. He crouched, knife in hand, ready to jump in and take out the Renamon, but a thought crossed him; why?
"Oh, fuck it" he muttered, dropping the knife... and the entirety of his combat armor. He instead moved towards the sliding glass door, noticing his own arousal was in full force. Without knocking, he opened the door and strode into the room, grinning heartily.
"Would anyone like to take on the challenge of trying to get me to fit?" he said, elliciting a few grins; noticing a dog-like creature close to a reddish dragon-like exchanging looks. This is gonna be fun... he thought[/i]
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