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Imminent threat [SNEAKS]

Toulouse Posts: 146
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 8.0 | def: 11.0 | dam: 4.0
Gelding :: Equine :: 17hh :: Six HP: 74 | Buff: ENDURE
Boomslang :: Green Ratsnake :: Paralyze Neverrmind
#4

blood is on your tongue as well as your hands
archaic and content you just wash it off


Iona's shriek was brief, but enough to cause his teeth to grit and eye lids to clench shut. Perhaps even a tear would be shed if he were the emotional kind, but really he could only stand in silent protest for a few pestilent moments before he slowly but surely tread away in the direction of the specters call.
Boomslang remained firmly coiled around one of his horns, his tongue licking in the atmosphere and beady eyes cruising over the scenery of his new home. The snake was a curious and silent creature, so much so that Toulouse forgot about him from time to time. All it took was a soft hiss to remind him or the strange sensation that he felt when the ratsnake slithered along his back.

Toulouse had, of course, heard of the many talents that came with bonded companions; mind speech for one, as well as a variety of other magical properties. As he strolled through the woods it caused him to wonder if any resided in his new leaf-coloured friend.
All would be discovered in time.

The specter approached the area where is colleagues stood at attention - all except him. He waded silently along the treeline and found a quaint vantage point to view the meeting, watching Iona blabber something about not tolerating any more rank challenges. This caused an uncontainable scoff to fall from his lips as he stepped forth through the treeline, meeting Iona at her side. His pearlescent eyes scanned briefly over Raeden and then over the unfamiliar girl who stood close by; he did not know this one yet.
"Well said" He uttered to Iona, perhaps applauding her for how she seemed to have managed to sneak in an indirect smack at him with every sentence she breathed.

Boomslang turned his small head, beginning to uncoil and stretch over to Iona's own green eyes to gaze violently at the woman who sparked such irritation through his bond.
Toulouse, however, looked to Naerys. Still unsure of who she was, he was quite confident a little winged urchin like her would get their intelligence jobs done well.
He had little to say thus far; why should he share the valuble information to Iona who thus far had only been destructive? Besides, it owuld be fun to lead her on before he proved her wrong about him; on every single count.

ooc; i believe smithers has put everyone on patrol with the warriors. unless there's 2 patrols with one being sneaks alone?


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Messages In This Thread
Imminent threat [SNEAKS] - by Iona - 02-15-2017, 10:07 PM
RE: Imminent threat [SNEAKS] - by Raeden - 02-15-2017, 11:25 PM
RE: Imminent threat [SNEAKS] - by Naerys - 02-20-2017, 02:09 AM
RE: Imminent threat [SNEAKS] - by Toulouse - 02-22-2017, 01:10 PM

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