(Sorry about my absence. I understand you went on without me so I'll put my boys at new points if that's okay. If not, I'll re-register.)
Dovev || Tags: None || Action: Walking
Honestly, he was ticked that the man "Bane" had stolen his horse. He hoped he got kicked, or at least bitten by the stallion. He wondered what happened to his magnificent beast, and so with an aggravated growl he had went to find the man and get his horse back. With some revenge as an added bonus. He had been walking for several days now, hunting with the whip at his side. He had been injured by the mages, and he intended on cashing in a couple favors.
Eyes alight with malice, the barn he had found the girls at came into view. And so, the Ghost mmoved forward silently, listening to the sounds of voices.
Xa'limir || Tags: None || Action: Resting
The large dragon had left his father in a huff of wings a few days back, but it still nagged at the back of his mind. He was only a little smaller than the older dragon, and with the enhancements on his body from the mages, soon enough he'd be nearly as strong. He knew he couldn't take down the elder - not for a few more years, anyway - but he was ready for it. Resting on his perch, his claws scraped the dirt restlessly, awaiting a new command in dark armor.
Diablo || Tags: Bane, Odine || Action: Exhausted
The red horse fell to it's knees, having been rode all night and half the day. Laying on it's side now, it rested it's head in the cool grass and closed his eyes, gasping nearly for breath. Sweat coated his body under the blanket and saddle. He wouldn't be able to run well again unless he was cared for. The action of laying on his side was crushing his rib cage, but he was far too tired to stand up, his legs quivering from the effort of carrying the bleeding man.
He hoped his Master would come soon.
Dovev || Tags: None || Action: Walking
Honestly, he was ticked that the man "Bane" had stolen his horse. He hoped he got kicked, or at least bitten by the stallion. He wondered what happened to his magnificent beast, and so with an aggravated growl he had went to find the man and get his horse back. With some revenge as an added bonus. He had been walking for several days now, hunting with the whip at his side. He had been injured by the mages, and he intended on cashing in a couple favors.
Eyes alight with malice, the barn he had found the girls at came into view. And so, the Ghost mmoved forward silently, listening to the sounds of voices.
Xa'limir || Tags: None || Action: Resting
The large dragon had left his father in a huff of wings a few days back, but it still nagged at the back of his mind. He was only a little smaller than the older dragon, and with the enhancements on his body from the mages, soon enough he'd be nearly as strong. He knew he couldn't take down the elder - not for a few more years, anyway - but he was ready for it. Resting on his perch, his claws scraped the dirt restlessly, awaiting a new command in dark armor.
Diablo || Tags: Bane, Odine || Action: Exhausted
The red horse fell to it's knees, having been rode all night and half the day. Laying on it's side now, it rested it's head in the cool grass and closed his eyes, gasping nearly for breath. Sweat coated his body under the blanket and saddle. He wouldn't be able to run well again unless he was cared for. The action of laying on his side was crushing his rib cage, but he was far too tired to stand up, his legs quivering from the effort of carrying the bleeding man.
He hoped his Master would come soon.







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