RP w/ ShayLlama

I'm not a huge fan of the hetalia one. ;n;

Okay then. The Mythology one though?

Yeah. Skip a bit.
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Leif took off running for the new snowy area as they reached the camp, dropping his bag along the way.
Catherine sighed and rolled her eyes, looking over at Erik, "He acts mature for you guys, but he's nothing but a kid on the inside." She said.

Erik nodded, "I've noticed it."

Can we do my idea for Lily and Wheat?

Yeah.

K. I'll start. This'll be a week or two after the Norse people move into the camp.
Lily knocked on Wheatley's cabin door, "Wheat, can I come in?" She smiled and opened the door a little, poking her head in, "Please?"

Want me to start the fantasy forest RP?

Yeah.
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"Mmhmmm. Come on in." Wheatley said. He was readIng a book of Grimm's Fairytales.

Lily entered the cabin and walked over to him, sitting next to him on his bunk, "What are you reading?" She peeked over his shoulder at the book, though all that did was make her a tad dizzy. She couldn't make out a single word on the page. "I want to cuddle..." She said, leaning on him, "Can we cuddle?"
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One moment

He showed her the title of the book, then mumbled some egyptian. A book mark flew to the page he was on. The book then shut itself and returned to its spot on the cabins table. "Sure..."

Weylin sat under a large oak tree, under some Fairy's house, reading a scroll he'd recovered from a nearby ruin. He was humming an old lullaby his mother used to sing him. (Elf)
Willow hung upside-down from the balcony-porch of her little tree-cottage. She was asleep, her wings folded to her back. She snored softly, then sneezed and fell from her house when a branch of the weeping willow that her house was in brushed against her nose. She hit the ground with a thud and woke.
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Lily smiled and waited for him to lay down before she snuggled up to him, "I can't read, Wheat. I don't know what the cover said. It looked like a bunch of floating letters in no particular order to me."

"You can't read?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He kissed her cheek.
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What size are they? Normal or tiny? And what is willow?

"No... I can't. Dyslexia."
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Normal. Willow is a Fairy.

"Oh."
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The white wolf that had been laying half asleep beneath the tree immediatly sprung up, growling at Willow with narrowed blue eyes.
An orange tabby cat walked quietly over to Weylin, licking his hand and meowing. It seemed to want something.

She smiled, "It's okay though. I don't need to read."
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Willow frowned and backed away, standing, then flying a little above the ground, "Oh, stop it! I didn't mean to wake you."
Weylin smiled at the cat, "Hey kitty. What do you need?" He put the scroll away in his bag.

My IQ is 158. Genius. 2 points higher and I'd be an extraordinary genius.

"And why not?" He asked, wrapping his arm around her.
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The wolf laid back down and licked its paw, which was bleeding heavily from an earlier encounter with a trap, then seemed to go back to sleep.
It flicked its tail and skittered away, turning around and stopping when it noticed he wasn't following.

My IQ is -69 I swear.

"Because I don't need to read to be able to talk to the plants or to know how to protect myself. And if I ever want to hear a story, I can have someone who can read read it to me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Like you or Chiron." She paused, "I love you."
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Willow walked over closer to the wolf, "Your paw's hurt... I could heal it for you, little wolf."
Weylin noticed this and stood, following the cat.

"I love you too." He seemed to have forgotten about Darrins death completely, despite the fact that just days before the memory haunted him.
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The wolf snarled, eyes still shut, "Don't come any closer. I'll bite you." It spoke, seemingly straight to her mind.
The cat led him to a tree where a young fairy girl was tied up. She had short, chocolate brown hair braided with feathers, caramel skin, and frightened green eyes. Bright red wings, tattered and tinged with blood, fluttered behind her.

"I want to help you..."
Weylin frowned when he saw the girl, "What happened?"
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She kissed him softly, "How's your day been so far?"

The girl didn't speak, but stared at him.
"How could you possibly help?"
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"Ah.... boring. My brother left early to go talk to the Norwegians, so I've been alone all day."

He walked over to her, "Would you like me to cut you free?"
"I can heal your paw, and anything else that's hurt on you."
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"That does sound boring... My day's been average. Normal."

She cringed as he got nearer, expecting to be hurt. (Deaf.)
"Why should I trust you?"
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He nodded.