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fendahleen September 29 2006, 05:54:56 UTC
I know I'm becoming a nuisance what with niggling constantly over species, but I'm pretty certain that's a cockatrice. You know, like that thing Raven put in our hallway.

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miss_adventure September 29 2006, 06:48:12 UTC
It probably is. I need to dig out my copy of The Encyclopaedia of Things That Never Were.

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fendahleen September 29 2006, 07:06:18 UTC
Pretty hardcore park if it has a cockatrice in it, though.

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miss_adventure October 1 2006, 06:41:30 UTC
It has the entire Mad Hatter's Tea Party in it, too.

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Yay! gleef September 29 2006, 08:24:02 UTC
We love you cockatrice!!!!! :-)

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Re: Yay! miss_adventure October 1 2006, 06:42:09 UTC
And it loves turning tourons to stone! (Not really, which is sad, but we can keep hoping.)

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gleef September 29 2006, 13:08:53 UTC
Yay! Wikipedia has been promoted to become a fantasy world online :-) :-) :-)

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miss_adventure September 29 2006, 15:34:45 UTC
I believe you. I shall edit accordingly.

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kambriel September 29 2006, 09:57:40 UTC
How charming is it that you have a friends list full of people who know their griffins from their cockatrices (cockatrii?)? ;)

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miss_adventure September 29 2006, 15:35:36 UTC
It makes me glad that they're on my friends list. (Seriously--no sarcasm whatsoever in that statement.)

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rainbowbeauty September 30 2006, 01:20:49 UTC
It's gorgeous work, no matter what sort of beast it is.

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miss_adventure September 30 2006, 05:04:03 UTC
Gotta love bronze that's gone green. Especially when it guards the entryway to a castle.

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pirate184 October 1 2006, 02:00:30 UTC
Looking a cockatrice in the face, like a basilisk, is supposed to result in instant death.

However, since this is a bronze one, I only ended up with a kind of tired feeling afterwards...

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miss_adventure October 1 2006, 06:43:16 UTC
I was blaming the Job(TM) for that tired feeling.

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