Lonely Forest (elf/spirit/human RP) *R.I.P.*

[softballsava]

Ragne looked once more at his master before urging his horse full throatle back towards Elanor.

[Rockteller]

Elisa passed Serena on the ground. Not caring, she ran on a little faster. She knew Serena was good, and even if she was her own type, she would not help unless forced too.

[Rayen]

Elanor glared back to Ragne and prayed to all known and unknown gods for his horse to fly, because she knew Lolimar's rage would be deadly. "Hurry!" she yelled.

[Chrissy]

Lolimar had galloped his horse alongside Ragne. "Prove to me what? That youre going to go, running off with a forest elf?" he asked, looking ahead. He had not noticed that Serena had fallen, he was so annoyed.

[wickedwolfgirl]

Aeaea looked at him, the firestorm still dancing around her. "Last chance. Leave us alone or you are roasted elf. I love roasted elf even though I can't eat it anymore."

[Luckypaw]

Serena slowly stood up, looking towards where the horses galloped off. She felt a drop of blood sliding down her forehead as she reached up to wipe it away. Her head hurt pretty bad, and she felt pains in her back from where she had fallen off. She didn't put pressure on her right foot, it didn't feel right. She looked around, trying to figure out what she could do to catch up. Serena looked up at the darkening sky and whistled, trying to call to her own mode of transport.

[Rayen]

'Don't hurt him bad' Elanor messaged Aeaea. Serena felt something about Lolimar, and that was enough to make her care about the drow.

[wickedwolfgirl]

I won't to much, just enough to warn him. Aeaea promised.

[She's A Runner]

Bellethiel and Rissien drew their swords in synchrony. The long silvery blades shone, eager for blood. But their masters were not to kill, if possible. They watched the firestorm, trying not to close the eyes to the massive heat. Bellethiel thought at the burnt trees and felt sad.

[Chrissy]

Lolimar turned towards Aeaea, his red eyes burning. The firestorm was hurting his eyesight, and he quickly looked away with a snarl. "You wanna roast me? Go ahead. Let's see if you can." He growled, turning his stallion in a tight circle. The flames danced across his face from the horse's mane.