Tamarens aotona
Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:30 pm
So, i need a name for my blue parrot, or uglybird with a hangover as my guild calls it 
Im looking for funny names or seriouce names,nothing forign please, i cant spell or say anything in a forign launguage, (heck i cant even spell forign) ecept mabe uno mas cerveca porfovor. 
. i am not much of a roleplayer, but here goes with a story...
Tamaren was flying through the marshy part of the sholazar basin, happilly winding through the tall trees on his turbo charged flying machene. as he flew down closer to the ground, he was not paying attenton to where he was going, but to the senery around him. he dispized the place, but it was one of the best places to farm for saronite ore, the fabled black ore from yogg saron. He spotted some ore, so he flung his flying machene around and Ran streight into a blue feathery bird. the bird was wounded, but still alive. she landed her flying machene and gently put the bird down. its ok little guy. she said trying to calm the bird. It accually was not that little, accually quite large, but nonetheless, She sat down with it. Three weeks later, sitting in dalaran, the druid, in tree form, came out with a blue bird, and said," i think The little guy is gonna make it." breathing a sigh of relief, tamaren held out her arms, but the druid pulled back. "im sorry, but we cant allow you to have this beast. it must be released out into the wild." The hunter Sniffed and tryed to hold back tears. "We will take care of the bird." The hunter sadly walked to the inn and slept and did not come out of her room in the tavern for almost a week. Then she walked slowly to krasuces landing, hopped on her flying machene, and flew down to the ground. she landed, and Heard a Sqack from behind her. she spun around only to find a bluish bird waiting for her. she lunged tword it, and hugged it. "you feelin better?" I guess you need a name too. letsee. what should i call you...
Im looking for funny names or seriouce names,nothing forign please, i cant spell or say anything in a forign launguage, (heck i cant even spell forign) ecept mabe uno mas cerveca porfovor. . i am not much of a roleplayer, but here goes with a story...Tamaren was flying through the marshy part of the sholazar basin, happilly winding through the tall trees on his turbo charged flying machene. as he flew down closer to the ground, he was not paying attenton to where he was going, but to the senery around him. he dispized the place, but it was one of the best places to farm for saronite ore, the fabled black ore from yogg saron. He spotted some ore, so he flung his flying machene around and Ran streight into a blue feathery bird. the bird was wounded, but still alive. she landed her flying machene and gently put the bird down. its ok little guy. she said trying to calm the bird. It accually was not that little, accually quite large, but nonetheless, She sat down with it. Three weeks later, sitting in dalaran, the druid, in tree form, came out with a blue bird, and said," i think The little guy is gonna make it." breathing a sigh of relief, tamaren held out her arms, but the druid pulled back. "im sorry, but we cant allow you to have this beast. it must be released out into the wild." The hunter Sniffed and tryed to hold back tears. "We will take care of the bird." The hunter sadly walked to the inn and slept and did not come out of her room in the tavern for almost a week. Then she walked slowly to krasuces landing, hopped on her flying machene, and flew down to the ground. she landed, and Heard a Sqack from behind her. she spun around only to find a bluish bird waiting for her. she lunged tword it, and hugged it. "you feelin better?" I guess you need a name too. letsee. what should i call you...
