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[mairon]

(lol same.)

[Furenzied]

Tyrac sighed and looked to the other two. "I'm gonna chill with Crag a bit...I'll be higher up if you need me." He said as he started to climb up onto Crag's shoulder.

[mairon]

Dæmon
She nodded and said a muffled, "Okay..."

(Ex Bf/gf? :I )

[Furenzied]

(I guess.)

Tyrac sat up in a small platform on Crag's shoulder. He sat there often when he was sad or thinking.

[mairon]

Dæmon
She stared down at the trees. Crag and Tyrac... Crag and Tyrac.... She thought of those names for a long while and stared at the partially destroyed landscape as the steady rythm of Crag's walking filled the air. Crag and Tyrac....
(They shall remember soon enough. ):3 ) (I has a plan )

[Furenzied]

(Ok.)

Crag stopped briefly as he waded across the river at an odd bend, taking longer to make each step against the rushing water.

[vega.]

♦ female ♦ 21 ♦ tagged; Tyrac & Crag & Deamon ♦ where; meadow♦ form; pg 4

Allie listened and wrote, pen scratching against the paper. Then she rested her Hans on the open book and stared out into the air. She couldn't help but feel a bit left out in tall. After a while she watched Tyrac climb up onto Crags shoulder and sighed softly before packing her book and pen back into her bag and clasping the buckle through one hold in the leather strap so it was tight and looked out as the meadow seemed to break apart into many isles. They were near her home, and just maybe she could talk a bit more once they saw it. Well, she wasn't sure if Deamon wanted to join.

- Ront forget me! I'm sorry I'm slow, for the very two hours you guys are active, I'm swimming XP also, Allie has no idea she's actual a little over a thousand years old, so I have a few ideas for plots c:

[mairon]

Dæmon
She looked at the rushing waters and at crag's footsteps and for a second forgot about knowing these people. The sight sure was beautiful and could even make her smile.

[Furenzied]

After wading a ross the river, Crag looked around a bit, he clearly hasn't been around here before. He scratched his back a bit and groaned quietly as he followed the directions as best as he could remember.

[mairon]

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