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Dalrod Tuck - 19 years of age. A failure, full of fears and pains. Coming from a long lineage of Dragon Hunters, seeking to fulfill his destiny: being one himself.Indie roleplayer Tracking the tag dalrod dragon hunterFC is Josh Hutcherson
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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
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Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
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Graham Joyce, Some Kind of Fairy Tale
#dalrod#lume#relevant to Dalrod#I think is so cool to play the character from my book whom nobody knows#it's like i'm playing a character who later people are going to play#but right now i'm the only one who knows him#:3
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Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
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What do you like to eat? –Matty
… I like bread.
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Things that remind R of...
↳ Dalrod
#again#GORGEOUS#I loved the harp#I wonder how do you related Dalrod to it but somehow it makes sense!#I loved it all~#Thank you Ro~
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"I was blind at first by looks, by love, whatever. I’ve been known to fall hard and quick for girls, which i think i better than not falling at all."
#this isn't Dalrod at all#but I like the picture#Josh looks gorgeous#and BEARD#all men in the world should have a beard#josh hutcherson#Brunette Dalrod#fc
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Why haven’t you found any dragons yet? If you can’t find any dragons, good luck. If you want to give up, try hunting a Cor. -Matty
I am looking for them! That said, I did not find them yet because I am obviously looking in the wrong place. Not for long, though. And Cor, the Prince of Archenland? I will only hunt for him if I get a good reward for it. Let me know if you hear of someone who wants the little Prince dead.
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— Rainer Maria Rilke
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Dalrod looked at her again. Was she talking to him about the talking animals? It didn't seem so. And great. A mad girl. He liked company sometimes, but he wouldn't like one who spoke to herself instead of him. He didn't even like talking...
"Oh, you can?" Dalrod said as she analyzed the way she was dressed, with no weapons showing, and smiled a little. Was that a joke? It seemed so. His eyes widened a little bit, as his cheeks got a little rosy. He thanked the forest for not letting much sun come in. It would be harder to see his face like that. He looked away.
"Yes, predators. Scared yet? You should be." The huntsman sighed and directed his eyes to the girl once more. She didn't seem to belong there, but did he? They were both lost, weren't they? "Are you Narnian?" he asked.
Abrupt intrusions || Lume and Dalrod
The young maiden was slightly intimidated by the presence of this youthful man, though not too surprised. She had encountered different species of magical creatures including animals who talked. “Come to think of it, every animal in this place had something to say,” she accidentally slipped out in a quiet tone. It was the truth. This was a wondrous place with secrets behind every nook and corner.
Lume heaved a sigh when she heard the stranger had no intentions of seriously injuring her, which gave her the impression he probably had a friendly nature dying to come out. “It’s good to know,” Lume noted, the fear in her voice was slowly fading away.
"I can look after myself. It’s alright. I have shelter, food and water set in stone." Lume continued scavenging for her resources, careful not to pick inedible and poisonous berries and fruits. She was about to ask him how he was going to take care of himself but thought it would be wise not to, seeing how he looked more experienced than Lume ever will be.
"P-predators?" Lume didn’t think twice about the dangers found in this forest. She hasn’t been through much problems at all, which is why the thought probably slipped her mind.
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I see we're going deeper with the contempts. That's okay, you can look at me the way you want. I don't care. It won't change anything.
-dry chuckle- That we'll see. -walks away-
Enough Walking, Corpse | Dalrod and Maugrim
-side-glances- Who said I was referring to a human corpse? I see you still see yourself as human. A sad excuse of a human. -cranes head back- I’d say you look more of a walking corpse of a… dwarf. Or a human-eating ghoul.
Good. Work for us for a couple more weeks and then we never have to see each other again. Of course that might mean you being dead by the time the war ends, but let’s not get into that.
#I guess this was ending#...right?#If not you can ignore the walk away part#Dalrod#Maugrim#walking corpse
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Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
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-smiles sideways and raises an eyebrow- Sure. And what do you and your pack call me? Walking corpse? I do believe I am no longer human, then, and I would appreciate if you could stop comparing me with them. I do not hide what I want. And I never hid that I am willing to do anything to get that. It includes working for you.
-dry chuckle- All right. You gave me a dragon head. I'll fight and kill for you. Sounds fair enough. I hear, I hear. Your Queen shall win if it depends of me. And then you shall never see me again.
Enough Walking, Corpse | Dalrod and Maugrim
That’s the difference between your pathetic kind and Wolves. Humans get so giddy about being virtuous and selfless and—what do those humans call it? Right. Above all else, humans love being right. As for us? And by us, I don’t mean you included, of course. We’re selfish. We don’t hide what we want. -scratches the dirt- I kill. Some lives were wasted because they opposed my Queen. You’re -sneers- right, human. Now, tell me how my actions should affect yours.
What? You said you wanted a dragon. There it is. Serves as proof I will keep my end of the deal—I’ll tell you where the rest of that dragon lies. You shouldn’t have a problem finding a live one around there. -examines other paw- All you have to do is help my Queen win the war. Go against us and the closest lead you have is gone, you hear?
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Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
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"Yes?" he looked away, not quite listening to her. He was getting used to strange and new people in the forest every here and there, although most of those times he didn't understand what they were doing there. For him, it was like if he didn't have any other choice, and in fact, that was true, not like the others, who seemed to be lost, or running away from something. Plus, Dalrod was tired, and with that, all his manners were twice worse.
"Well, it isn't my forest, if that's why you look so uncomfortable in my presence," Dalrod said, finally looking at her, "and I won't kill you, if that's what you're afraid of. But you should look for a place to stay at night. There are many predators here and I'm sure not going to look after you and protect you."
Abrupt intrusions || Lume and Dalrod
Stories revolving around this seemingly strange yet quite fascinating place has Lume’s head flooded with tons of questions. She has heard brilliant and rare events have occured in this area but a huge part of her wants to see the occurence of such things with her own two eyes. Ever since she had step foot into the land after a day or two of sailing with the merchants she encountered, it felt different. She found it a lot easier to navigate around and gather needed supplies such as food and water. They have an adequate supply of it. As for a shelter however, she has to move around and switch locations, ideally places where it’s closer to a source.
"I guess I have to look for food and water to store for tonight," she spoke to herself, carrying a small bag which contained her current belongings. After a couple of steps further, she caught sight of some flowers nearby. "The beauty of nature," she grinned, stopping in her tracks to look at the flora. While she was admiring the artistry of the view, she heard a voice nearby. She turned to the direction of where the mysterious sound came from.
"Oh, well, I’m fairly new here I suppose," she gave the young stranger a faint smile. He seemed to be the kind of person who knows exactly where he is, and she felt as if this was zone she shouldn’t have entered.
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Abrupt intrusions || Lume and Dalrod
The huntsman had his head heavy, like if thousands of thoughts were aching it, leading him to madness. His dreams had been taken away from him, and he could not find within him the strength to chase them anymore. At least, not for now. Dalrod the Dragon Hunter rested his back against a tall tree, hearing its sound, for in fact he was certain it was alive: he could even imagine its shapes and expressions. Nonetheless, the Dryad remained in its tree tronk, ignoring Dalrod like himself ignored the entire world. Somehow, he wondered if that Dryad would be able to understand him.
His thoughts, then, were suddenly interrupted when a fair lady reached his sight, and he felt like if she was entering a private property, although he did not owe anything to call his. In fact she was beautiful, with bright eyes and her reddish-brown hair, although there was a light in her eyes which did not seem to belong to the color, so blue. Beautiful or not, Dalrod did not enjoy her rude and abrupt intrusion. His voice was mysterious and husky when he said:
"I've never seen you here."
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