Fẩntasy RolePlay

[Zinnia-Hen]

(Fine by me.)

 

[chickendiva25]

(Sure.)

 

[DuckyGurl]

Eh, I won't be here but I am not per-se, important.

 

[Gerbil]

(Epic, now where/what do want to do/go?)

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Dunno.

 

[Gerbil]

Well then... It seems we have no idea of what to do next....

 

[chickendiva25]

(Yeah......)

Arwen gracefully touched down onto the soft grass after a long flight through the sky. She tossed her long silky mane, looking around slowly.

 

[BirdNut]

.

 

[chickendiva25]

Are we giving up on this?

 

[BirdNut]

Horus stifled a wheeze, and landed with a stagger as he arrived to the edge of the territory, his head drooped and his forelock shrouding his face in a delicate veil of silver, tipped in red. Gaping wounds of dubious origin were ripped across his body, blood dribbling down his gray pelt and staining it scarlet.

Behind him followed a small, black figure approximately a quarter of his size, with a short, fluffy tail waggling behind it.