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[The Aristocrat]

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Idmün began walking away. "Your journey will not be an easy one." He called back, before disappearing from view.

[EclipticChaos]

Okay, sorry... I realized I was focusing on the coding too much and forgot something.))

[The Aristocrat]

(It's all good)

[EclipticChaos]

Name: Aviator
Age: 17
Weaponry/equipment: Dual blades, tooth and claw(Due to having a werefox motherhe can shift into a large fox), and can summon dead.
Personality: "find out."
History: His "parents" were shot in a raid. He has been a street rat since.
Likes: Not much
Dislikes: alot
Class (Knight, Squire, Mage etc): Mage
Species: Hybrid. (Godling (Hestia+Anubis)/Werefox.)
Sexual orientation: Straight
Crush/bf/gf/spouse: None
Other: He can move faster than the eye can see, if he wants.He has a long lost sister.

[chase.]

Wolf
Once the bandit had gone she turned back into a human and looked around she drew her fingers to her lips and let out a long extremely high pitch whistle, she had almost forgot her gypsy horse a white and black blue in the distance slowly for bigger until it reached wolf she grabbed it's mane and jumped up, she would only ever ride with just a bridle she didn't like saddles very much and though of them as useless.

[SunlightSong]

Harp, Wren's chestnut horse, shifted. Harp has never wasted movement in such a way. Neither horse nor rider, clearly, liked the idea of daemons... or of trusting the bandit. He had no reason to help them, and they had no reason to believe him. His warnings, she believes, must be taken seriously, but his directions... What did he know of paths to the right or paths to the left? What did he know of bones and daemons? She regarded each of the other travelers, her covered gaze coming to rest on their leader, Audrey.

"Should we trust the bandit?"

[InfectedHau]

"Ah, who cares?" Sa'ri said, climbing back on her disk. "I can burn demons just as easily as I can burn people, we'll be fine. Choose whatever path you want."

[chase.]

Wolf
She shook her head and urged Soul (her horse) on she growled slightly as the faint scent of the bones drifted up her nose but she held it back and carried on riding slowly waiting for the others.

[The Aristocrat]

Dargaal watches closely. They will go right. This is good.

[chase.]

Wolf
She was going to trust the bandit she turned her horse slightly, facing right as she drew nearer the patch she stopped and put her small hoodie around her mouth and nose to lessen the smell of the bones that seemed to linger around her.