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Where the Streets Have No Name [open]

Aaron Posts: 260
World's Edge Protector atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 6 Years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Alanna :: Common Hellhound :: Energy Drain Emily
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Aaron & Alanna</style>

In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti</style>


FrostFall had finally arrived in all it's cold might. It was the cold months like these the painted Glazier was extremely glad that he was half draft. His coat had thickened up early on in OrangeMoon, while others huddled near the fires spread out through World's Edge. It was hard to believe the Edge had belonged to the Qian for a year now. With a snort and smile, Aaron figure it was high time he headed out for the Threashold and find more that thought like the Qian did. Together, he and the garnet and ivory hellhound set off.

The Qian was a peaceful bunch really, after having to fight it out for a place to call home. They stood for equality among all, and would pretty much allow most who seemed to have a sense of respect for others and the rules. There was a fine line within that, especially if one was to cross into the Edge without an escort or permission.

Once they arrived it did not take long to begin hearing different voices and conversations going on. The pair made sure to avoid those that smelled of the icy cold of the Basin, nodding to those who smelled of the desert land of the Dragon's Throat, and eying those of the Foothills with a neutral look. He could not fully hold the friendship betrayal against all of the Grey's members... Just Kutlu and Phi.

However when the tones of one who held none of these scents were heard, his ears laid back to his head and he stopped to join in the conversation. "Hello there, I'm Accalia of the Assassins, do you seek a home?" The assassins. Oh really. Oh HELL NO! With a snort he turned to face the pair, Alanna joining him at his right side. Do tell, assassin. Surely not offering a home to someone when you do not have home to call your own? Brown eyes turned darker, just short of looking black. He then turned to the stallion and spoke calmly. Welcome to Helovia. I am Aaron the Glazier of World's Edge, and this is my bonded Alanna. Please excuse me for the rudeness, but the group she comes from has plans to invade my home as they do not have a land of their own. He turned his eyes to the mare and spoke again. For an assassin your not very stealthy are you? In fact it's fairly bold for you to announce your group so easily to those you do not know. Specially when you are not from a herd. Sure, he had given his own out, but he came from the Edge and had nothing to hide. Surely an assassins group would be more weary about giving out that information.... Or were they all that stupid to let everyone know who they were?


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Messages In This Thread
Where the Streets Have No Name [open] - by Ziago - 06-04-2013, 12:10 AM
RE: Where the Streets Have No Name [open] - by Accalia - 06-04-2013, 08:41 AM
RE: Where the Streets Have No Name [open] - by Aaron - 06-04-2013, 04:11 PM
RE: Where the Streets Have No Name [open] - by Ziago - 06-04-2013, 11:18 PM
RE: Where the Streets Have No Name [open] - by Ziago - 06-09-2013, 11:06 PM

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