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       #Post#: 4704--------------------------------------------------
       Pitiful Snow Falling over Yurashia
   DIR By: Winter Frey
       Date: February 4, 2014, 10:11 pm
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       A small, white chinchilla lightly walked around the halls of a
       tall, Russian styled castle. Her pale blue heels clicked softly,
       ringing out the halls, her eyes sealed shut. A normal person
       would wonder why such a mobian would keep their eyes shut in a
       castle, but this chinchilla had her reasons.
       "Oy ! Zima ! Mne nuzhno tebe koye-chto skazat' !" A loud, males
       voice called to the small chinchilla, and the owner was a
       porcupine, who taller, and grey. (Oi! Winter! I need to tell you
       something!)
       "O ? Akh , Khit . Chto eto takoye , lyubov' ?" She turned around
       to 'look' at the speaker, despite her eyes still tightly shut.
       (Oh? Ah, Heath. What is it, love?)
       "Imperator sprosil, vy mogli by vzyat' eto Mobotropolis ." He
       replied gently, as he walked over to stand in front of her,
       holding a letter. (The Emperor asked if you could take this to
       Mobotropolis.)
       "...Konechno." She nodded, taking the note, kissing his cheek
       softly before walking away, turning into the library. (...Sure)
       She sighed, before taking out several old books and dusting them
       off and looking at maps of Mobius and began to circle them in
       red, labeling each one for a certain reason.
       (LOOK. ACTUAL GOOD WRITING FROM ME. ALSO, GOOGLE TRANSLATE FOR
       THE RUSSIAN. SORRY. ALSO, SHOULD I MAKE AN ACCOUNT FOR HEATH? OR
       LEAVE HIM A SMALL BACKGROUND CHARACTER? ALSO, ASK ME BEFORE YOU
       JOIN THIS...)
       #Post#: 4758--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Pitiful Snow Falling over Yurashia
   DIR By: Winter Frey
       Date: February 5, 2014, 3:26 am
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       She sighed, as she continued to flicker through several, tea
       coloured pages. As if she could see, she began to run her finger
       gently over the words, saying them softly to herself. She
       lightly flicked her finger over the Map of Northamer, before
       circling Mobotropolis with a red pen, and lightly writing 'First
       Spot'. She smiled, before getting up and putting the book away.
       "Ekh .. chto mne delat' ... Mozhet byt', sdelat' svoyu "rabotu "
       , poyti posmotret' , ktoroyalti etogo ... Mobotropolis
       yavlyayetsya ... I medlenno razdavit' kontinent Northamer . Eto
       to, chto ya budu delat' . YA proslezhu, chtoby oni chuvstvuyut ,
       chto takoye depressiya i bol' istinno yest'." She said quietly,
       before walking over to a shelf and pulling out another book.
       (Eh.. what should I do... Maybe do my 'job', go see who the
       royalty of this... Mobotropolis is... And slowly crush the
       continent of Northamer. That's what I'll do. I'll make sure they
       feel what depression and pain truely is.)
       She sighed, before taking the book and walking out, intending to
       talk to the Emperor.
       #Post#: 4975--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Pitiful Snow Falling over Yurashia
   DIR By: Winter Frey
       Date: February 7, 2014, 12:50 am
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       As she walked into the Emperor's sitting room, as she expected,
       the grey, green eyed, not to mention old, chinchilla was sitting
       lazily on his throne, lightly gazing over to the throne beside
       it. As he noticed the other chinchilla join him, he sat up
       properly, and straightened his shoulders before giving a dark,
       somewhat hate filled glare to the closed eyed woman, obviously
       thinking she couldn't see it.
       "Akh ... Zima . YA vizhu tvoye ... muzh dal vam moyu zapisku?"
       His raspy voice echoed, the judgement in it laced throughout his
       words. (Ah... Winter. I see your... husband gave you my note?)
       She ignored the temptation to hit him with something before
       responding, holding her head high as she said her reply. "Otets
       . Vy posmotrite , kak lenivyy , kak obychno. I da, moy
       lyubyashchiy muzh , kotoryy na samom dele zabot,itsya dal mne
       zapisku." (Father. You look as lazy as usual. And yes, my LOVING
       husband who ACTUALLY cares gave me your note.)
       The old Emperor narrowed his eyes before coughing, trying to
       lift the now dangerous air. He stood up and looked at
       his...daughter.
       "Kak vy dolzhny znat', , Mobotropolis yavlyayetsya odnim iz
       nashikh krupneyshikh torgovykh partnerov . Poruchayu vam poyti
       tuda s etim," He picked up an item between the two thrones and
       held it up. "Eto odin iz luchshikh dragotsennykh kamney Yurashia
       ot nashikh shakht . Kak ni stranno , eto nazyvayetsya
       zhemchuzhinoy schast'ya , ili Zimniy kamen' . Vy mozhete nazvat'
       yego prosto pervyy , yesli vy chuvstvuyete sebya neuyutno nazvav
       yego chto-libo yeshche." He finished lightly. (As you should
       know, Mobotropolis is one of our biggest trading partners. I am
       instructing you to go there with this. This is one of Yurashia's
       finest gems from our mines. Funnily enough, it's called the Gem
       of Happiness, or the Winter Stone. You can just call it the
       first one if you feel uncomfortable calling it anything else.)
       Winter nodded lightly, and walked up to the Emperor, taking the
       package softly.
       "YA vernus' cherez neskol'ko mesyatsev vremeni, to . YA takzhe
       rasskazhu vam, kak koroleva sredi Mobotropolis chuvstvoval o
       nashey ... podarok." There was a small hint of anger in her tone
       as she was being used as delivery girl. (I will return in a few
       months time then. I'll also tell you how the royalty of
       Mobotropolis felt about our...gift.)
       She smiled at him and turned and walked away, the smile fading,
       and turning back into her usual, unreadable expression.
       (OH CENSOR. HOW YOU CENSOR SIMPLE RUSSIAN. OH WELL. IGNORE THE
       CENSORS STUPID MISTAKE AND READ AS NORMAL.)
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