Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"A- a cure?" Leif snorted. "To what? I am in need of now cure." He waited anxiously for Chenoa's reply.

“It’s a cure to being evil. You are the only person who can decide if you need it.” She said, gently placing her talon on Leif’s.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

“It’s a cure to being evil. You are the only person who can decide if you need it.”

Come on @Barred Rock Mama !

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

“It’s a cure to being evil. You are the only person who can decide if you need it.”

" Evil." Leif snarled. "I am... I'm not..." He swallowed, sighing. He was evil. Chenoa's frozen scales could attest to that. "What sort of a cure?"

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

" Evil." Leif snarled. "I am... I'm not..." He swallowed, sighing. He was evil. Chenoa's frozen scales could attest to that. "What sort of a cure?"

“Every time you do something good, a piece of your heart repairs. That is why you felt so good when you helped me. Your heart was repairing. “ Chenoa said gently.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

“Every time you do something good, a piece of your heart repairs. That is why you felt so good when you helped me. Your heart was repairing. “ Chenoa said gently.

Come on @Barred Rock Mama

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Come on @Barred Rock Mama]

(Girl, there's this thing called church...)

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(Girl, there's this thing called church...)

Ok!

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

“Every time you do something good, a piece of your heart repairs. That is why you felt so good when you helped me. Your heart was repairing. “ Chenoa said gently.

(I think Cy and Ender should arrive with Lantis, bout now. Leif will turn, but it needs to feel natural.)

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(I think Cy and Ender should arrive with Lantis, bout now. Leif will turn, but it needs to feel natural.)

(Let’s have a bit more conversation. I don’t want Leif to turn now. I want him to turn in a few dragon months.)

 

[Crestcrazy2]

"Lemme write it down and have you read it out loud." Cyprus wrote quickly, thinking hard.

Atlantis nodded, A nervous look on the older dragons face for the first time in a long time. Icy cold gripped his talons and spilled out of his spiraling scar across his neck like the magic was bursting forth, eager to be used once again. He didn’t like that feeling, but it had to be done.
In the dirt, a message was written out.
(Wat shood it beeee?!)