Owner Name:
-Sovereign-
Name:
Brendon
It means 'specter' in the dragon's language from Skyrim.
Gender:
Male
Other:
"You're not going to find anything." The brunette leaned against a tree trunk, bored.
"Do you have to do that, Zap?" I hissed, dropping down from a branch of the same tree.
"What? It's true." She shrugged, straightening. "Sizaan, really, how long have you been trying to find one of these... dragon thingies?"
"Rune! They are Rune Dragons." I snapped, correcting her. "And not THAT long. I've only tried one or two times." Zap shook her head at that, sitting down on the damp grass and pine needles. I followed suit
"Maybe you're right..." I pulled out a sandwich from my backpack and tossed it to her. "I mean, we've been out here for hours..." Shaking my head I stood back up. "No, I'm not giving up. Why are you so negative?"
"Why are you so positive?" She asked, following suit.
"Touché." I pointed dramatically in a random direction. "Onward through the forest. To adventure!"
"You feel like a video game character, don't you?"
"Yeah! Exploring a dark forest. Like Link, those blocky people from Minecraft, and Altair!"
"Okay, I've never played that last one, but I'm pretty sure Altair never explored a dark forest." "Huh, you know, you're probably right. But he was really good at all that roof jumpy stuff. Probably translated well to tree jumping. Of course by that logic then the other assassins-"
"Do you listen to yourself talk, Sizaan?"
"Not always, why?"
"No reason." Once again we both fell silent, making our way through the forest. Tu-whit tu-whoo "What was that?" Zap jerked slightly at the owl's call. I brought my finger to my lips, focusing on where the noise had come. There was a flutter of wings, and I took off, leaving Zap behind, shocked. Ten minutes late she managed to track me down, sitting in the center of a small clearing, a gently pulsing purple egg in my lap. On a branch above my head sat a large barred owl, staring. "Is that...?"
"I think so, yes." I whispered, unable to raise my voice. "Isn't it beautiful?"
I did get my friend's permission to use her nickname, in case you were wondering. And without all the speech induced enters, it should slim down to around three paragraphs or less.
-Sovereign-
Name:
Brendon
It means 'specter' in the dragon's language from Skyrim.
Gender:
Male
Other:
"You're not going to find anything." The brunette leaned against a tree trunk, bored.
"Do you have to do that, Zap?" I hissed, dropping down from a branch of the same tree.
"What? It's true." She shrugged, straightening. "Sizaan, really, how long have you been trying to find one of these... dragon thingies?"
"Rune! They are Rune Dragons." I snapped, correcting her. "And not THAT long. I've only tried one or two times." Zap shook her head at that, sitting down on the damp grass and pine needles. I followed suit
"Maybe you're right..." I pulled out a sandwich from my backpack and tossed it to her. "I mean, we've been out here for hours..." Shaking my head I stood back up. "No, I'm not giving up. Why are you so negative?"
"Why are you so positive?" She asked, following suit.
"Touché." I pointed dramatically in a random direction. "Onward through the forest. To adventure!"
"You feel like a video game character, don't you?"
"Yeah! Exploring a dark forest. Like Link, those blocky people from Minecraft, and Altair!"
"Okay, I've never played that last one, but I'm pretty sure Altair never explored a dark forest." "Huh, you know, you're probably right. But he was really good at all that roof jumpy stuff. Probably translated well to tree jumping. Of course by that logic then the other assassins-"
"Do you listen to yourself talk, Sizaan?"
"Not always, why?"
"No reason." Once again we both fell silent, making our way through the forest. Tu-whit tu-whoo "What was that?" Zap jerked slightly at the owl's call. I brought my finger to my lips, focusing on where the noise had come. There was a flutter of wings, and I took off, leaving Zap behind, shocked. Ten minutes late she managed to track me down, sitting in the center of a small clearing, a gently pulsing purple egg in my lap. On a branch above my head sat a large barred owl, staring. "Is that...?"
"I think so, yes." I whispered, unable to raise my voice. "Isn't it beautiful?"
I did get my friend's permission to use her nickname, in case you were wondering. And without all the speech induced enters, it should slim down to around three paragraphs or less.