Caralyn

*waves* Farewell Patrick. Look forward to hearing how your trip went when you return.

Caralyn saunters into the Cabaret Room with a certain air of grace. She spots Xaious and Wyvern nearly shaking his hand to death. She approached the bar and ordered a mug of the finest ale. After paying the bartender, she made her way to Xaious. It's nice to see you again Xaious. She offers him the ale. Glad to see things are looking up for you. Please keep us updated as often as possible.

"You have to put your past behind you." Meaning, don't dwell on your past and live for today.

Happy Birthday. Just turned 21 last week((no party for me. LOL :-P)) myself. Hope it was fun.

I almost get it done, but the only level I can't max is the stupid rock one. Someone help me out here. I'm sure I'm missing something.

"An apple a day, keeps the doctor away." ((LIARS!!!))

"With gorilla gone, is there hope for man? With man gone, is there hope for gorilla?" -Ishmael, "Ishmael"-Daniel Quinn

Very cute and agree with my fellow pennites.

"Choose your words wisely!"

A stealthy black figure breezes in through the door and stops in front of Wyvern's desk. She peers at Kandara and then at the eagerly awaiting Sweet. She purses her lips, like hse's going to whistle, but no sound is emmitted. Caralyn smiles as a small kitty comes bounding into Wyvern's office. "Sweet, look. There's a kitty." Sweet runs up to the kittie, nearly huggin the life out of it. Cara looks back to Kandara. "Children." She smirks. OOC: Nice poem. Very well written. Hopefully dear old Wyvern will be along soon.

A bright light appeared out of nowhere, scaring the vampire rabbits away. "Vampire Rabbits, who woulda thought?" Came a rather heavily accented voice. "Better come prepared next time." With that, a stark figure walked off. The penquins stare at the descending figure when......

Congratulations Black!!!

Happy Birthday to you all((or to be correct "belated birthday")). Hope it was fun.

Very nice. I love them all.

OOC: Thank you. I look forward to roleplaying and I will try and post more work soon.

Not doing laundry indeed. She thought, but decided to keep her opinion to herself. She took the paper from Wyvern, who quickly dashed back to his "dressing space" and proceeded to change back into the supposed cleaner shirt he had been wearing first. "Thank you Wyvern." Her words fell on deaf ears, because when she looked up, Wyvern was nearly out the door. She saw his tale disappear just as she turned around. "So much for......", she began, but was nearly knocked over as Wyvern came clamoring back into the room. "I forgot my ssssuitcase." With a flourish, he grabs his suitcase and drags it off the desk. This action sends paper, scrolls and an assortment of different items flying everywhere. The Elder doesn't seem to notice as he gives Caralyn a quick half bow and runs back out of the room, nearly forgetting to open the door. Caralyn stood there a moment, looking at the papers and assorted items strewn across the tiled floor. "He never stays in one place long." Came a voice from behind her. Peeking over her shoulder, Caralyn thought she saw, the door that Wyvern just exited, smile. "I must be tired." Tucking her application in a pouch at her side, she headed for the door.

Caralyn eyed Wyvern a moment as he rattled off about some sort of contract. She was about to kindly decline Wyvern's offer, when another fellow feline approached. He sent Wyvern running off in the direction of his office, a look of glee plastered on his face. "Tis a pleasure to meet you Lord Panther." She extended her hand. "I am Caralyn, but please call me Cara." She gave him a warm smile. She glanced back at Daryl, who was standing between Mira and Ugh, trying to settle things peacefully. She could hear the occasional threat being thrown verbally between the two. So much for peaceful. She thought to herself.

After finishing off the dried meat, Caralyn pulled out a piece of parchment and a pen. I never thought I'd see love like this The love that shows in those big brown eyes Makes me smile And feel like I'm on top of the world MOMMY!!! The words that sound like heaven Forever and Always I am a mother Caralyn looked over her poem once more and then sneaked it in with her other one on Melba's extremely cluttered desk.

Wow is all I can say. You're a fabulous poet.

Caralyn gently tucked her knife back in her boot and gazed around the room. She wondered if she'd actually get to see this Wyvern fellow. She'd heard quite a bit about him. Leaning back in the chair, she yawned big and stretched lankily. Her journey had been long and she was a bit tired, but she refused to fall asleep just yet. Picking through a small pouch, she pulled out a bit of dried meat and gnawed on it with hunger and boredom.

Happy Birthday!!!

It was nice to a fellow feline here in the Tavern. Caralyn let out a soft chuckle regarding her rather "startling" entrance. "Many apologies." She noticed that many of the patrons were still staring at her. She regarded them with a nod and a soft smile, then turned back to Daryl. She extended her hand to him. "Please to meet you Daryl." She gave him a quick once over, hoping he wouldn't really notice. "Is it difficult being a bouncer here??" More of the patrons relaxed and the loud chatter had recommensed.

A Kiss A soft touch A heartfelt emotion A slip of the tongue A faint gasp A skip of the heart Air rushing into the lungs It's over? Already? A Kiss Caralyn set her poem on Melba's cluttered desk confidently and found an empty seat against the wall. Her poem was small, true, but she liked it and hoped the elders would too. Pulling a small knife from her boot, she began to clean her claws.

The slender form stepped up to the large wooden door that led into the tavern before her. She began to reach a black satin fur covered hand for the door and it burst open. With amazing speed and agility, she was hidden behind a large tree trunk. Caralyn watched as a large troll like creature staggered out of the noisy tavern, wobbling off down the path that led to who knows where. Shaking off her nervousness, she stepped out from the trees and moved back to the tavern door. The door swung open again, but this time she didn't move away. Brushing past a rather large......creature, she continued in. Definately my type of place The noise of the tavern was near defining; she wondered if she'd ever be heard. Cleaning her throat, she let out a rather high pitched cat like scream. To most, it sounded like a woman being brutally murdered. When all eyes were on her, she smiled politely. "Greetings all, my name is Caralyn."