(( OOC: DURHP. If anyone wants to go RP with Tamilia, her post is back there -points back to the previous page-
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I'm bored. Blargh. I'm going to go play Minecraft. ))
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I'm bored. Blargh. I'm going to go play Minecraft. ))
||| Finnigan Jamison Odair |||
Finnigan growled, curly hair beginning to unfurl; his Cheshire side came out much more when he was mad, and it caused his hair to stand on end like the hackles of a dog or a cat's back. "Last time I checked, I never abandoned you nimrods. I only leave for peace and quiet sometimes, because you're always yacking about 'hot Alyssian chicks' that you've either raped or killed." He reined Horton toward Seph's own mount, watched the horse's ear slide back in displeasure. Like his rider, Horton liked being on top of things; being the boss was the best job he could have. Horton, like a strict army sergeant, snapped his oddly elongated teeth at Seph's trembling and fearful equine, eyes glowing like the flames on a candle. Finnigan snapped the reins back, causing Horton to pull his head to his neck, and squeal in surprise, anger and hatred. "Shut it, horse," He snarled, swatting the stallion harshly on the neck. As Seph again spoke, Finnigan rode his horse alongside the soldier's, halting him when the two were standing head-to-tail. "Let's just go find the others. The old camp has already been burnt down by the Alyssians, and I need to talk to the other Redds." He was all business now, as a soldier should be, and Horton snapped his jaws - once more - at Seph's horse, this time at his rump.
