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07-10-2017, 09:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-11-2017, 09:31 AM by Mortuus Nox.)
Your fears have just become all too real, for the Devil at the cross road wants to make a Deal
His heavy breath took a sigh. He knew this day would come, but he was not sure when. Cold gray eyes looked to the world outside of his cave. Sparks flew through the sky as the God finished speaking. Well fuck. The Time Mender grabbed his wolf pelt and slid down the mountain side. Heavy demonic horns looked for others, but they were not easy to find. Cracked hooves walked steadily through the frozen land. He did not let an ounce of panic fall upon his face. Heavy black muscles shifted under the wolf pelt. Looking to the sky he smiled seeing a familiar form. The small bird flew through the air and Nox watched knowing that Weaver had to be close. Finally, he could see figures standing together. The general, Lady, Lord, a woman he did not know too well, and Weaver all stood together. Gray cold eyes fell upon the blue lady, then shifted to the beautiful painted woman. Finally, the beast came to a halt next to Weaver. He just caught the end of the conversation. "There are some things in the healer cave that I can grab as well. I can go with Weaver. The buddy system is always best in these kinds of times"" Worried orbs shifted to each of them standing there. Sighing, the beast caught a little of what the horned mare was saying. He wanted to question it but now was not the time. He also cared for Tiamat, but the beast knew it was more of a friendship. "Let's get going dear."" His words were encouraging and kind, but the ghostly stag was worried. Something was not right. There was something much more to this than meets the eye. Shaking his heavy skull the beast turned and started towards the greenhouse. "Talking here"" |
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