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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:35:07 GMT -5
"The Forgotten Dragon!"
The male who entered next was taller than many there, and by comparison his costume seemed curious and questioning, though it dared you to look and question it yourself. It was no regular color of dragon, but two colors.
Half of it was a dull grey dragon, half a lovely rich brown. The grey half seems to make one sad and weary, the mask saddened looking, like you look at something hollow. The other half, the brown dragon, looked confident and joyful, a dragonic grin plastered on its face. The male must have put much work into the costume, for the entirety was split right down the middle. It was the same dull grey on one side, the sheen of a freshly oiled brown on the other. He wore a complete suit, an overcoat over a dress shirt done in precise colors, half and half. One brown glove, one grey. There were wings on his back, but the grey dragons sagged and looked ragged and scarred, and now you note the scar markings on the left half of the mask that covers the face. The brown dragon's wing is larger and that side speaks of happiness and good health. Even the tail is half done in brown, half in grey. It is curious to look at, indeed! He wears a light synthetic ball and chain on one foot, the chain wrapping around his waist so that the small ball hangs at his grey side. He has fashioned claws out of good white wood, which are attached to both gloves, though his boots are one grey, one brown. His eyes are gentle and serene, and they are all that can be seen of him tonight.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:35:12 GMT -5
The Dolphin's eyes wandered among the revelers, searcing for someone who might want to dance with her. She moved away from the cavern entrance so she didn't block it. She would eat, but not now. She wanted to dance first.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:37:51 GMT -5
"Surely there are more interesting men here than myself. I'm only one of many characters, after all", he spoke with a bit of mock humility. He was certainly going to put on an act tonight. The canine let a smirk slip as she shifted closer to him in turn. Body now pressed against body, it seemed the green dragon was falling into her role quite nicely and the canine could only enjoy such a response.
"Careful now", he whispered, now practically in her ear how close they were, "A guy may get the wrong idea about a certain green dragon". The words were certainly flirtatious in nature. "I'd not desire you do anything against your will. Let not your body betray you. Stay as you are, since you certainly can't fall into me", he spoke boldly, and the words seemed strain poetic. "Indeed. The ice is broken", he could only agree, whispering in her ear and dancing closely.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:38:42 GMT -5
Fire Hawk had still been sitting at the table, wondering exactly why he'd even gone. Everyone else seemed to be having such a grand time, and he was only sitting there drinking klah. He stared into his cup for a moment, then pushed his chair away from the table and stood up to his taller-than-average height. Nobody could tell who he was anyway, why not go out and enjoy himself? He looked around the room after standing, catching sight of The Dolphin who'd been announced not long ago. Taking in a deep breath and nodding, he started across the room towards her.
"Hello there," he greeted as he came close, dipping his head in a small bow. "Would the lady Dolphin perhaps care to dance?"
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:43:06 GMT -5
The Wher is seemingly pleased with the boldness of his dance partner, putting a hand behind her waist and leading her gently yet firmly in the dance steps. Though his face may not be too visible, his eyes smile at her, wondering who she was, but liking the idea of surprise all the more. It didn’t matter who was who tonight, everyone would dance and be danced with. He looked at her costume once over to show his appreciation for its fine design and making, giving her a friendly wink to show it was a compliment and not a crude gesture.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:44:04 GMT -5
The Silent Warrior took her hand in their own, seemingly pleased at the acceptance, even if she didn’t know what gender he or she might be. A surprisingly skilled dancer, the Silent Warrior had no troubles enjoying the dance no matter whom it was with. Still, there was a reason they’d hidden their gender, and perhaps some would question it later, perhaps not. In the meantime, they would enjoy the night and remain what they were: a Silent Warrior.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:44:19 GMT -5
The Night stepped away from the entrance, he had lingered long enough to get an idea of how many people there were tonight. It seemed like an endless amount when he first came in, people were absolutely everywhere but now he had managed to make an estimate as to how many were there. He grabbed a cup of klah and stood beside 'The Lake' for a moment, giving her a quick nod and a grin before taking a sip and setting his glass down. The klah could wait, it would be there any other day.
He stepped away from the table, smiling to no one in particular. He walked by the number of dancing people, watching them for a second. He stopped in front of the Brown Dragonet and bowed extravagantly, hat in his hand as he sweeped his arm outwards. "May I have this dance?"
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:46:44 GMT -5
The Skybroom, a certainly odd name. Heaven’s Cloud had turned up on the name having been announced, only to find that he was standing right before her. When he took her hand so graciously, she did all she could as to swallow down a blush. “Yes... I’d like that,” she squeaked out, wondering if he’d notice how nervous she seemed. This was Dark Moon Weyr, many people could be considered trustworthy-no? When another approached, also asking for a dance, she realized that the blush that broke out this time could not be controlled. “You did ask first, good sir,” she said quietly, curtseying quickly to The Skybroom. “I would not want to go back on my word of agreeing to dance with you, after all, that would be nothing short of rude.” For the first time she smiled genuinely. “So, therefore, I have made my choice.”
The last thing she wanted was a brawl at such an event, it was meant to be elegant, and a fight would surely disrupt that elegance that many had worked so hard to achieve. She would not hear of it. “I must warn you though,” she spoke out in honesty, “I dance poorly.” Would he mind, or did he not want to be embarrassed by her lack of skill? Well, surely his decision would decide as to whether or not her first impression of him had been right. Was he a real gentleman?
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:47:27 GMT -5
The Flowering Vines certainly seemed rather taken with the chivalrous Rogue-and she liked the implications of the name that accompanied her partner’s costume. So, she allowed herself to be led, remembering the steps she’d learned, and glanced up a little shyly at him, only to find he was staring down at her. She bit her lower lip, but nonetheless she forced herself to meet his gaze, curious as to whom he was. He was a good dancer, and he had a certain charismatic air. But perhaps that was what these costumes were meant to do? Still, her curiosity found her searching his eyes, wondering who he was. Nights like these didn’t come around that often. When they did, however, they were well worth the effort put into the costumes and set up.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:47:59 GMT -5
"Presenting Feral Feline!"
The man that stalked in was as lithe as the creature he empersonated. His boots were a deep brownish-black that were tipped with claws. His hands bore gloves that were also tipped with claws. His mask was a sleek feline's face and dark eyes glittered behind the mask with a predatory look. His lips were twisted in a smirk that could have been ugly on any other man, but it made this man more handsome. His hair was slightly mussed and a brownish-black color. His breeches were a deep, velvety black and his vest was brownish-black, almost like a feline's underbelly. The back of his vest was a black that was similar to his breeches. His shirt was black as well but the color seemed to ripple as he walked, almost as if he had fur. A tail swung from the back of his waist as he walked. His claws made muted clicks on the polished stone floor as he stepped in after the Herald announced him. There was something wild about him, something feral, that hinted of danger and promise.
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:48:41 GMT -5
The Shadow wasn't a bad dancer either. It wasn't as though she spent her entire life perfecting dance or anything, but she moved her form in a way that definitely suggested she was no stranger to the movement. Even if she didn't know the warrior's gender, she took on the role of the female dancer in the steps; she wasn't hiding her gender, after all, and she had been asked to dance by the other. "Well," she said, trying to keep the dance not completely quiet. "It seems the Silent Warrior really is quite silent." Her mouth turned up into a whisk of a grin. "Not a bad dancer, though."
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:51:38 GMT -5
Skybroom did not bother to hide his pleased smile. "You honor me most greatly dear lady." He bowed again. "I assure you, I will try not to disappoint you."
He led her out onto the dance floor as she protested. "I think you jest my dear. I do believe I missed the Herald's proclamation of your name?" He dropped the hint that he would like her title again. "Surely one so lovely cannot but be a beautiful dancer. We will sway to the music like my namesake in the wind!"
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:52:38 GMT -5
"Well, I think you're quite the interesting person." The green dragon said, complimenting her dance partner. She was managing to match his dance moves, every time his foot moved hers did too. Part of her was quite proud that she had not messed up yet. She laughed happily, her eyes glimmering behind her dragon mask. "Don't you know what green dragons are known for? I thought everyone did. Green dragons can get away with flirting without worrying too much about their signals.".
A smile rose to her lips once again, "No one ever told me that canines were so poetic."
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:52:48 GMT -5
The Mad Hatter laughed drolly and replied to the Skybroom, "pooh, I believe one has been beaten to one's prize. You shall have the lady first, then, but which of us two will she prefer in the end, I wonder?" They bowed to the Skybroom, and looked over just in time to see the Traveler come crashing down. "My, my. One thinks that must have been rather unpleasant, yes? Hopefully it was no fault of one's own. Might one make it up to you with a dance?" They knelt down and offered a hand, which was gloved so impossible to see if it was male or female, once again. Still, there was laughter in those eyes, and tonight it should not have mattered-it was all in good fun!
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:54:18 GMT -5
The Dolphin looked up when Fire Hawk approached her. "We are from two different worlds, you and I. I dance in the sea and you dance upon the wind. However, for this night our worlds do not matter do they not?" Her smile was flirtatious and sweet.
"It would be a pleasure to dance with you sir." She presented her slender hand. "I am glad such a handsome man would care to dance rather than sit there by himself. It would have been a shame."
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Post by Masque on Feb 7, 2009 23:54:58 GMT -5
The Rogue's face softened slightly as his partner bit her lower lip and smiled, letting her know he had no ill intentions. Their dance continued and he found her eyes searching his and he would not unlock his gaze. If she was so intent on searching his eyes, he'd be taken to letting her. "I believe I picked the right flower", he finally spoke with a charm and tone befitting his costume. Intent on relieving as much tension between them, he would speak kindly to her.
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Post by Masque on Feb 8, 2009 0:00:42 GMT -5
The Pirate seemed to be having no fun. No one had approached him, like he’d hoped, and the wineskin was just about empty. He stared at the offending drink in hand, muttering to himself about something or other. “Ladies! If you’d be so kind as to keep me company!” he hollered. He threw his wineskin down, no longer satisfied with it. He crossed one leg over the other, sitting up in an effort to stop slouching. “It’s tough being me... Too gorgeous I fear.” He shook his head, feeling pity for the people around him. “They just can’t match up to all of this,” he said, referring to himself of course. The boy was either delusional at this point, or simply liked to talk to hear his own voice.
His costume hadn’t taken long to put together, after all, how hard was it to coat old clothes in dirt? He hadn’t really given what he’d wear much thought; having only really considered the appeal it may or may not have to the women. Typical Pirate, typical boy.
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Post by Masque on Feb 8, 2009 0:01:06 GMT -5
The Traveler looked over to the Mad Hatter as they turned back to him, blue eyes blinking up at the offered hand. "Just a bit..." he admitted, the cloth over his mouth moving a bit in what may have been a sheepish smile. He took the hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Thank yo--...oh..uh.." He hasn't heard the offer for the dance until then, glancing awkwardly to the side. When he looked back, the laughter in the Mad Hatter's eyes got another cloth-crinkling smile out of him. And so despite the fact that the Traveler was a good deal shorter than the Hatter, he gave a nod.
"Sure thing," he said, surprising even himself at how much more confidence this not-knowing-who-anyone-is thing was giving him. "Sounds like fun, but I have to give you fair warning - I really have no clue how to dance." He shrugged. "That's really not an exaggeration."
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Post by Masque on Feb 8, 2009 0:01:08 GMT -5
Brown Dragonet lifted her head regally when The Night approached her with an extravagant bow. He had been hard to read. She was startled when he stopped in front of her but she hid it well with the regal gesture of her head. Never mind that brown flitts were normally male, she was the picture of feminity.
"You may, kind sir." She spread her skirts and her wings out in a graceful curtsy.
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Post by Masque on Feb 8, 2009 0:01:11 GMT -5
The Gold Dragon looked at her partner as he looked her up and down. What his intentions were, it didn't matter. She felt a surge of heat welling through her as he eyed her. The wink proved his appreciation, which she didn't have any doubt he'd disapprove anyway. "I take it you like what you see", she spoke boldly and in a voice she had only previously put into practice.
The Wher was a bold one as his hand found it's place. She could only smile coyly at him, she would revel in this for as long as she could. It had been too long since she had been with any man like this, surely there would have to be more dances if only to appease her appetite for attention. She was fit for this role, and she knew it.
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