~Legend of Rainea: Dark Storm~ RP

Attollo noticed the shape of a large bird landing not far away. He spread his wings and flew towards the strange roc to see who it was.
Razor looked up. *what is Attollo?*. Blinking large eyes, she called out with a curious, "Kreeeee...."
 
Razor looked up. *what is Attollo?*. Blinking large eyes, she called out with a curious, "Kreeeee...."
(A wolf.)

Attollo landed in front of the large bird. He cocked his head at her. "Hello?" he called, unable to tell if the message would reach Razor's head so high above his.
 
(A wolf.)

Attollo landed in front of the large bird. He cocked his head at her. "Hello?" he called, unable to tell if the message would reach Razor's head so high above his.
Fortunately, Razor had excellent hearing. She glanced down, large pupils shaping and reshaping to better see Attollo. "Hello," she said.
 
Attollo furled his wings across his dirt-colored. "I'm Attollo," he said. "Are...are you from around here?"
 
Attollo furled his wings across his dirt-colored. "I'm Attollo," he said. "Are...are you from around here?"
"I'm Razor Talon." Razor lowered her head as much as she could. "I do not hail from here. I am searching for the...Hall of Elders, it may be called."
 
(kk, Owl, I'll head over. GTG soon, though.)

"Hm..."Attollo frowned. "I think we're rather far from that here. I mean, I've heard of it, but I haven't explored much of Rainea. Sylvia flies farther than I do. I think she left, though."
 
Somewhere, deep in a bit of darkness, metal rattled. Chains smacked against the cold brick, straining hard against the locks that held them in place. A creature gasped for air, before growling and giving another push. One of the chains gave way.

And then the second.
 
(kk, Owl, I'll head over. GTG soon, though.)

"Hm..."Attollo frowned. "I think we're rather far from that here. I mean, I've heard of it, but I haven't explored much of Rainea. Sylvia flies farther than I do. I think she left, though."
"No matter," said Razor, undeterred. "I will find it one day. Who is this Sylvia you speak of?"
 
Toxic, finally recovered from her gorging, was back on the wing. She soared over the valley, searching for anything of interest.
 

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