The Sticky That Holds It

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[OPEN] The Sticky That Holds It

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

02-14-2015, 03:04 PM

Torleik

-sigh- I am not a damned pack mule...

Torleik realized that somewhere along the way, they'd lost his cousin. This perturbed him - and his thoughts drifted to his brother, Bolverik. Was he doing all right? He should...he should find him to make sure. The Bloodskald would not be reunited with him after believing him lost to fire only to actually lose him to a flood. But for now that could not be done. For now, they were running around, completing errands for the God of the Earth.

This time they were supposed to gather supplies for repairs. Simple enough, he supposed.

"Irelyn, gather sticks and put them in my mane and tail - then we will both carry rocks back to the boat," he instructed his bonded, who set to work immediately. Torleik gathered smaller stones that he could hold in his mouth, packing his jaws full as he could. Speaking was now impossible. Irelyn, once finished gathering nesting materials (her mind indicated that was how she felt), snatched up pebbles with her talons and began the trek back once more. Glancing over his shoulder, the warrior made sure Ophelia was present and well, just in case. He doubted she needed him, but...

@[Ophelia]

"talk talk talk"

Credits: Image by Schwartze @ DA