ORIGIN - and i'm feeling good

Rags absolutely loved this colorful place. There were lights everywhere, and he could feel the wonderful pull of magic everywhere. It just made him happy. This was his home, the place he hatched, the place he loved. His tail was up like a flag, his steps bouncy and careless. It was so good to be alive!

Seriously, Rags couldn't think of a better time to be alive. Everything was perfect. He had at least two friends, though he hadn't seen them in a while, and he was safe and he was happy. Life was good.

Heck, let everyone know I'm happy. Let them know that I, Ragnarok, am the happiest lil' creature to walk through Polaris. He though, focusing on the magic within his gem. He tried to glow, literally, but it didn't work. Maybe he wasn't cut out for magick. But that was okay. He didn't need magick. He just needed himself, his friends, and his joy.

When I speak.

When I think.

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Malachai

She had no idea where she was. But, of course, that didn't keep Malachai for being happy.

The Maned Wolf trotted through Polaris, head high and tail wagging. Well, trotting was a strong word. More like stumbling and tripping and barely managing to catch herself on over-sized paws with each step. Her ears flopped every which way with every, and she was constantly tossing her head to move them out of her eyes.

Malachai tilted her head, sending her ears flopping, as she tried to find out if she'd heard something or not. There was definitely a sound, so the Gemling turned to follow it.

Soon, she found herself approaching a long, white thing. Her tail wagged even more, and she called out a friendly, cheery, "Hello!"

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

@Ragnarok

Awe man, the glow didn't work! That was okay though. Rags didn't need to glow to be happy. Though it would have been cool. Continuing his little journey through Polaris, Ragnarok was stopped by a maned wolf. Oh she was pretty! And much bigger than the little ermine.

"Hello there! I'm Ragnarok, but you ca' call me Rags." The small little weasel responded. Maybe a new friend? Hopefully. Rags loved new friends. He really just loved everyone. Looking up at the maned wolf, he smiled. Yeah, probably a new friend.

When I speak.

When I think.

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@Malachai

Malachai

The ruddy colored Maned Wolf offered the little white creature a friendly smile, tail wagging happily. She sat, and then laid down, to be at a more equal level with the Ermine, able to look it in the eye.

"I'm Malachai, but you can call me Mal if you want. It's nice to meet you Rags!" she tilted her head, before adding, "Your fur is so pretty!" and it was! The little Gembound was soft looking, with fluffy white fur that looked very clean, much nicer than her dull, ruddy red fur. His gem made a little horn on his nose, and his black eyes stood out against his fur.

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

@Ragnarok

Ragnarok grinned happily. This girl was nice! And she had a pretty name too. Mal was really pretty too. Her ruddy red fur made her black markings stand out, and it looked like she was wearing some killer boots.

"Thank yuh. It's nice to meet yuh too, Mal. I like your legs. They look like boots." Rags complimented, sounding like a fool. I like your legs? Really? What kind of attempt at flirting was that?! He mentally slapped himself for that one.

When I speak.

When I think.

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@Malachai

Malachai

Malachite's funny looking tail thumped on the ground in a happy tempo, showing her good mood. This had to be the nicest Gembound she'd met since Hatching! She found herself smiling in the dog's way, jaw hanging slightly to show her teeth in a relaxed fashion, tongue lolling out slightly.

His next words, however, had her tilting her head in confusion, sitting up to look at her legs. She thought they were too long, and funny looking. But he liked them? And... "Thank you. But what're boots?" she asked, tilting her head, obviously confused.

@Ragnarok

"I'm speaking..."
'I'm thinking...'

The little creature grinned. Boots were um.... boots were? What were boots? Little things one put on their paws? Yeah. That sounded about right. "They're ,uh, they're things yuh put on yuhr paws. To protec' 'em!" He cheerfully explained. The little ermine wasn't sure if he was right, but he hoped he was. Besides, she seemed to like his compliement, despite not knowing what it meant.

"Smile and they wont know,"

How truly sad you really are.

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@Malachai