I made Toshiro as young as he is because he is like a prodigy almost ^^ And Pantera is about twenty, forgot to mention that, oh well....))
Toshiro
The young assassin looked over at the women. He inclined his head. He hardly spoke. He found no need to speak. "What?" He murmured. His voice soft, yet deep but not to deep. More like the deep ringing of large bells. He glanced at his leader, Michael, as they headed down the dark hallways.
Pantera
The twenty year-old night lifted his head up to look at the angelic creature. "If you wish," he replied, finishing up with the light saddle on his mount. The white stallion snorted and shifted a step. Pantera whistled, the albino jaguar getting up as another jaguar darts out, a black panther. The two creatures circle his horse as he puts a foot in the stirrup and lifts himself up, other leg swing over the horse so he can settle into the saddle. He picked up the reins and turned in the saddle to face Morag. "I am just checking the borders, and watching out for any sign of attack really. Yet, you can join if you really want to," the elf said, shifting in the saddle to get a bit more comfortable. He looked down at the jaguars. "Winever," He says, the white jaguar looking up at him, "Kiger," he adds, looking over at the larger black jaguar that raises his head, before nudging his white sister. "Lets go. I am ready. If you wish to ride a horse, there is one in the stables, I can wait," Pantera says to Morag, smiling grimly.
Bailey
The fairy stands in the tiny village. She looks around for herbs she will need. She blinks, her large blue eyes dull with boredom. She is dressed in a white and blue dress that looks like it is made out of flowers, but it isn't. She sighs, wings fluttering. "If only they had basil. That is all I need! basil and tea leaves!" She grumbles under her breath as her bare feet shift in the loss grain that creates the roads.
Toshiro
The young assassin looked over at the women. He inclined his head. He hardly spoke. He found no need to speak. "What?" He murmured. His voice soft, yet deep but not to deep. More like the deep ringing of large bells. He glanced at his leader, Michael, as they headed down the dark hallways.
Pantera
The twenty year-old night lifted his head up to look at the angelic creature. "If you wish," he replied, finishing up with the light saddle on his mount. The white stallion snorted and shifted a step. Pantera whistled, the albino jaguar getting up as another jaguar darts out, a black panther. The two creatures circle his horse as he puts a foot in the stirrup and lifts himself up, other leg swing over the horse so he can settle into the saddle. He picked up the reins and turned in the saddle to face Morag. "I am just checking the borders, and watching out for any sign of attack really. Yet, you can join if you really want to," the elf said, shifting in the saddle to get a bit more comfortable. He looked down at the jaguars. "Winever," He says, the white jaguar looking up at him, "Kiger," he adds, looking over at the larger black jaguar that raises his head, before nudging his white sister. "Lets go. I am ready. If you wish to ride a horse, there is one in the stables, I can wait," Pantera says to Morag, smiling grimly.
Bailey
The fairy stands in the tiny village. She looks around for herbs she will need. She blinks, her large blue eyes dull with boredom. She is dressed in a white and blue dress that looks like it is made out of flowers, but it isn't. She sighs, wings fluttering. "If only they had basil. That is all I need! basil and tea leaves!" She grumbles under her breath as her bare feet shift in the loss grain that creates the roads.
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