'Zar'roc, this is boring.'
"I know."
'Lets do something fun for once.'
"Like what?"
'I don't know! Go scare someone or something. Or you can recruit for the Plague like you're supposed to do.'

Zar'roc grumbles and flicks his tail at the hellhound. He was no longer a nice tawny color, but almost nearly white now. Though his legs remained coal black pillars, his muzzle dipped in ink. Bright crimson eyes pop out of the almost snow white fur as he watches Archeon who lazily sniffs around.

Sand fills the slit between cloven hooves, the salty air clinging to Zar's grey pelt. A pain prickles in his swishing tail, and his head snaps back to see Archeon's jaw puncturing the vulnerable flesh. Crimson eyes flash as red stains the white hair and a powerful, black hoof slams into the ground inches from the hellhound. "God damnit, Archeon, stop that!" His voice loud and angry. Though the pup shows no fear as he snickers and bounds away. The anger slowly disintegrates in the stag as he marches after the pup.

It is not long before the landscape is changing and long branches from trees sway and nearly touch the ground. Zar'roc nearly gags as he remembers this place- the Secret Grove. He had tried to reach the dark magic at the center, but failed when the algae had covered his glass bridge. He paused as a familiar scent hit him- one of a mares. A grin plasters to his face as Archeon moves silently along with him. He is upwind of the mare as it blew her scent towards him. He then sees her- the one he met in the Threshold awhile back. Archeon looks at him as he also places it.

Zar'roc pushes through the thick brush and walks right up to her, reaching out his maw to just barely brush her hindquarters before he spoke. "I know you." The words were simple as golden eyes peered into hers. "... I don't think I ever caught your name." His voice low as he flicks his lion tail, Archeon coming to sit against his left fore leg. A smile appears on his face as his mind wanders. "It's funny that we met again." He says. It isn't. "Here, especially." He finishes, voice nonchalant as Archeon and Zar both watch the mare. Interesting enough, Archeon? Zar'roc thinks while his face is rid of almost all emotion. It's too bad they couldn't speak through each other's mind. Zar had heard of ones who could, but it appeared to be that they couldn't. The white and black stag had tried before, but to no avail.


"talk talk talk"