Ten Miles Wide
03-29-2018, 02:23 AM
A cool breeze ruffled the man's fur as he stood atop the wall that separated the northlands from the rest of Boreas. He had passed through it a number of times, and every time he wondered who had built it. Just like he always wondered who had built the castle he lived in. He knew they weren't made by any creature that had fur nor feathers, or even scales. He heard tales of humans before, but mostly they were bed time stories his mother told when he had been naughty as a pup. He wanted to learn more about them, maybe figure out how they made so many of the things that littered their world so he could try and make things himself. While he wouldn't be able to see anything he made in the future, he had his companions to help him.
Today, he was just ambling along the wall, carefully placing one paw in front of the other so as not to fall off. He impatiently waited for word from Iskra, his anxiety with her being gone so long without knowing how she was doing or where she was had begun to eat at him. He trusted her, yes. More than he trusted himself, (especially with the encounter with Paradox that he can't seem to remember). Tail waved in the air as he sauntered along, trying to put his energy and mind to something that needed concentration if only to try and stop worrying about her so much. He had to admit, he did miss her quite a lot. |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.