Runaway
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
121
Dragon Mod
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Volcano](/images/awards/events/Volcano.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Treat 2019](/images/awards/events/Treat.png)
OOC Warning: MATURE AND DISTURBING LANGUAGE
“H-hello?” He cried timidly, creeping toward the male with his ears pulled back tight against his head and his spine half curled like a frightened rabbit. He had followed the scent of blood
He inspected the wolf as he got closer, noted the dryness in his nose and the dry caking around the edges of his nostrils. “Dehydration” He thought in his own voice. “Why don’t you just suck his cock you sodomite whore.” He thought in Toad’s voice but for once he barely paid attention. He crept closer, slowly settling down and easing his frightened stance now that he saw his abilities as a healer were needed.
“What do you need?” The bird asked, already spreading his wings and preparing to take flight. “Honey, a whole comb. We passed a hive a while back.” He said with perfect clarity, and the bird took off immediately
Spider Echo Toad |
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Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
121
Dragon Mod
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Volcano](/images/awards/events/Volcano.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Treat 2019](/images/awards/events/Treat.png)
Hello? Eyes snapped open, finding before him a creature he'd never seen. A wolf it was, with a bird? The scent told him so, but his vision was blurred as he slipped in and out of unconsciousness. His throat was parched, his tongue dry. He would try to speak but his mouth was too dry to utter any words, his throat too sore and scratched inside. He tried feebly to raise himself to his feet, hackles rising slightly. The titan would fight for his life if he needed to but judging by the creatures much smaller height and his demeanor, he didn't think he'd have anything to worry about. He of all wolves knew that if it came down to it, his adrenaline would push him beyond his limits. And if he had to fight, then there was no doubt he'd die from exhaustion or become so weakened that he would die from the elements or larger predators afterwards. He simply stared at the other male, nostrils flaring as he took the males scent. Loner... at least it wasn't a pack wolf...
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