Second!Fillernon here, bouncing anxiously into what is easily one of the most interesting requests I have ever seen. I hope everyone enjoys my take!
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Arthur was not what one might call observant. He was curious, clever, talented, ill-tempered, impatient and very one track-minded. Once he became set on something, nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. He didn't have any friends, due to his snippy attitude and constant sneaking off to study with his grandfather, the Great Wizard Atherol
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Re: ~Hunting II~
anonymous
March 6 2010, 14:15:53 UTC
Oooh, I like your take on this, anon! I shall be eagerly awaiting the next update~
And pfffft...I feel so bad for poor Artie, ostracized by the ladies. ;___; Ah well. I have a feeling his simple life is about to get a lot more complex!
~Hunting IV (continued once more)~
anonymous
March 7 2010, 20:08:00 UTC
~In Which Authornon REALLY Hates Character Limits~ ~And In Which Arthur Receives a Nickname~
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"And if I don't, dragon boy?" the red-eyed man asked, shifting his weight in what could only be a challenge. Arthur wasn't sure what he would say. Fortunately, he didn't have to say anything, because the brown-haired knight took that moment to step in.
"Leave him be, Gil," he said, moving between the red-eyed man and Arthur's house. He turned clear, gentle eyes on Arthur. "He doesn't mean it."
Arthur shrugged, scowling more than usual, and sat back down. He did not like these knights, regardless of what their intentions might be. Shutting his window to the bellowing crowd and shining knights, he made up his mind. He would go and see Atherol once night fell.
~Hunting IV Author's Notes~
anonymous
March 7 2010, 20:17:32 UTC
*Badtouchfriends Trio? How did they get there? < <
*"Mon petit chou," French for "My little cabbage," is a term of endearment. I needed something for Francis to call Arthur there, because the sentence felt off otherwise, and 'cher' seemed a tad too forward. Although...might this not be just as forward, if not more? -fails-
*Wasn't originally planning on having Francis in this story. He just sort of wormed his way in, dragging his pals with him. -shrug- I don't know why they're knights or where they're from. Mostly, they're just around to torment Arthur some more.
*Hope you're all enjoying it so far, and that I'm not boring you with the lack of interraction between Arthur and Alfred. -headdesk-
The wind quaked with heavy wingbeats as two dragons descended upon their cave. A mountain goat hung from the elder's jaws; an uprooted tree from the talon of the younger. They landed lightly at the ledge and folded their wings to their powerful backs daintily. The elder let out a deep purr of appreciation as he looked at his catch. He blinked his bright blue eyes at the younger dragon, who was slowly stripping the tree of bark.
"How can you eat that?" he sniffed, tucking into his own meal.
"Like this," the younger said softly, purposely missing the point and demonstating by removing a lush branch.
"I mean the plants," the elder insisted, crunching on a bone.
"I just prefer them," the younger confessed, pausing to wonder at his brother. "How can you eat that"I just prefer it," the elder mimicked, letting his tongue loll roguishly. "Anyway, you'll never guess what I saw earlier
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Second!Fillernon here, bouncing anxiously into what is easily one of the most interesting requests I have ever seen. I hope everyone enjoys my take!
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Arthur was not what one might call observant. He was curious, clever, talented, ill-tempered, impatient and very one track-minded. Once he became set on something, nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. He didn't have any friends, due to his snippy attitude and constant sneaking off to study with his grandfather, the Great Wizard Atherol ( ... )
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It'll eat them, he told himself heavily. All Atherol's preparations must be purely defensive. It would be pointless to hunt the dragon with hope of rescuing the maidens ( ... )
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And pfffft...I feel so bad for poor Artie, ostracized by the ladies. ;___; Ah well. I have a feeling his simple life is about to get a lot more complex!
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Aww, I don't think he really gets them. *attacked by image of cute little kid! Arthur*
Atherol: Well, why don't you try talking? Maybe they're just shy.
Arthur: Women are strange! I don't want to. *pouts*
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OOOH I really like your take on this! It's cute, funny, but it foreshadows something awesome coming up next. <3 *waits eagerly for the next chapter*
And, haha, when Atherol called the dragon a bugger I read burger *shot* XD
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Also, lol. I had been trying to use less modern English, but apparently, my oldish English doesn't work at three in the morning.
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~And In Which Arthur Receives a Nickname~
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"And if I don't, dragon boy?" the red-eyed man asked, shifting his weight in what could only be a challenge. Arthur wasn't sure what he would say. Fortunately, he didn't have to say anything, because the brown-haired knight took that moment to step in.
"Leave him be, Gil," he said, moving between the red-eyed man and Arthur's house. He turned clear, gentle eyes on Arthur. "He doesn't mean it."
Arthur shrugged, scowling more than usual, and sat back down. He did not like these knights, regardless of what their intentions might be. Shutting his window to the bellowing crowd and shining knights, he made up his mind. He would go and see Atherol once night fell.
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*"Mon petit chou," French for "My little cabbage," is a term of endearment. I needed something for Francis to call Arthur there, because the sentence felt off otherwise, and 'cher' seemed a tad too forward. Although...might this not be just as forward, if not more? -fails-
*Wasn't originally planning on having Francis in this story. He just sort of wormed his way in, dragging his pals with him. -shrug- I don't know why they're knights or where they're from. Mostly, they're just around to torment Arthur some more.
*Hope you're all enjoying it so far, and that I'm not boring you with the lack of interraction between Arthur and Alfred. -headdesk-
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The wind quaked with heavy wingbeats as two dragons descended upon their cave. A mountain goat hung from the elder's jaws; an uprooted tree from the talon of the younger. They landed lightly at the ledge and folded their wings to their powerful backs daintily. The elder let out a deep purr of appreciation as he looked at his catch. He blinked his bright blue eyes at the younger dragon, who was slowly stripping the tree of bark.
"How can you eat that?" he sniffed, tucking into his own meal.
"Like this," the younger said softly, purposely missing the point and demonstating by removing a lush branch.
"I mean the plants," the elder insisted, crunching on a bone.
"I just prefer them," the younger confessed, pausing to wonder at his brother. "How can you eat that"I just prefer it," the elder mimicked, letting his tongue loll roguishly. "Anyway, you'll never guess what I saw earlier ( ... )
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