by The Kingpin » Sat May 07, 2011 5:40 pm
Andruil turned after a few minutes of them walking, realising ther was a fair amount of noise being made a distance away from them. in the time they had walked he noticed the sound didn't get any quieter, and it was too far away to be any of the group. as if picking up on his suspicions, Shiryaz leapt from the Half-Elf, taking to the air, weaving between the trees, landing on a high branch above the Were-seal, looking down, monitoring the creature from above...
Septimus forcefully broke contact with the being, suddenly beating his wings powerfully, rocketing himself and his passenger several hundred feet vertically, suddenly swerving downwards, throwing the being off his back, catching Desrium in his claws, gazing him in the eye with his own, the sapphire orbs burning a bright cyan, charged with magical energy. "What did you just try to do to me?" snarled the Dragon...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG