Wings of Fire ~ The RP Part 2: Hope on the Horizon

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

Myrtle smiled. She liked these classes.

Recluse looked at Myrtle, and he saw Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Effie, the 'evil dragon' teaches that class

(oh sweet, i was hoping for a runin with her)

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(oh sweet, i was hoping for a runin with her)

I can get you one if you like

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Phoebee smiled. "I'm going to Calligraphy.

"You like writing?!" Sapodilla asked. If so, she was very happy to find someone who shared her interests.

I can get you one if you like

wowowowowow, holup, one second, lets not rush the evil character runins

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Recluse looked at Myrtle, and he saw Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming.

“Recluse”. Myrtle asked. “Are you alright?”

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

“Recluse”. Myrtle asked. “Are you alright?”

"No," he said, breathing heavily. "I need a seat, and water." he stumbled to a sink, and drank straight from there. He was not himself. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"No," he said, breathing heavily. "I need a seat, and water." he stumbled to a sink, and drank straight from there. He was not himself. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming.

“Class postponed “ Myrtle told the dragonets. “Go into the library or somewhere. “
She turned to Recluse. “What happened?”

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

“Class postponed “ Myrtle told the dragonets. “Go into the library or somewhere. “
She turned to Recluse. “What happened?”

"Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming." Recluse went on groggily. His face went white with terror as he looked at Myrtle. "Luna.." he said quietly.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming." Recluse went on groggily. His face went white with terror as he looked at Myrtle. "Luna.." he said quietly.

“How long ago was this?” She asked gently

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

"Nine years, Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming. Luna. Fire. Flesh. Screaming." Recluses eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he fell.