:: that {a w f u l} sound ::

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"Hello?" Olin murmured, slowing down, "Are you hurt?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy pauses, slowly looking up at Olin,"...." He frowns and narrows his eyes," Aye s'ppose... If ye 'ave any close i could borrah, ayed be much 'appier," his words sounded strange, unlike any accent one would ever hear in north or south Westeros. Like his tongue was sharp but too thick for his throat..

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"Clothes..?" Olin glanced back at Hatchet, "I have a cloak in my saddle pack that you could use."

[CrimsonMoon]

" That'd be... Grate..?" He pauses as if contemplating the word, slowly his voice growing clearer as he spoke. He locked eyes with Olin. His eyes flashing yellow and almost cat like for a moment...

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"Um," Olin blinked, standing still for a moment. He shook himself out of it and turned, "Right. Let me fetch that, then."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Are you... Valyrian?" The young man suddenly asks, slowly standing and staring at Olin's blonde hair. Blonde hair, violet eyes, fair skin... So familiar... Memories.. Memories...

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"Yes," Olin climbed out of the crater and paused at the top, "I'm a Targaryen- my whole family is. Why?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Targaryen... You are Valarian?" The young man asks more eagerly this time, clutchin his houlder tightly

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Olin pulled the dark green cloak from his bag, "Yes, that's what I just said."

[CrimsonMoon]

" So you-they... Are still alve..? Living here?!" The boy sounds more and more excited

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He jumped down and held the cloak out, "Well..some of us."

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy takes the cloak, grinning, he suddenly hugs Olin tightly," i'm so glad i finally found you!!"

(Awkward naked hug xDDDD)

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"Oh, uh, um..." Olin held his hands up and blinked, "Found me?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm a DRAGON! I came from the homeland!" The boy says excitedly, nearly bouncing off his feet

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Olin raised an eyebrow, "A...dragon? Right.."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You do not believe Astarot? Let me show you then, Valyrian!" The red haired boy turns back to the crater, holding the cloak over his shoulder, he glances back and asks," May I show you, Valyrian?"

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"Well, my name is Olin," The Targaryen prince murmured, "But sure..show me. Prove me wrong."

[CrimsonMoon]

'Astarot' smirks slightly, rolling his shoulders," You should back away a bit, Astarot does not want to hurt you," he chirps, sliding down to the botto of the smoking crater

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Olin took Hatchet's reins and led him away from the crater, "What exactly are you doing?"

[CrimsonMoon]

There was no answer but all of a sudden. A loud FWOOM erupted from the crater, an invisible shock wave slamming Olin onto his back and even pushing Hatchet onto his side...

A huge red shape rose from the new smokey column and a loud screech tears through the air