[Meeting] Drag Me To The Grave

*Torin* · 03-21-2017, 04:40 PM

He'd been at the border when momma called, not so far from where she was. Torin was bulky, brawny, not the fastest creature when it came to getting places, but he'd come none the less. Her tone was different, off from the usual kind and gentle they were used to. How odd. The winterborn's large frame brings him close, ever closer to the source of the call. Mind tumbling all sorts of thoughts and ideas, what was the problem?

Torin smells blood before he gets there. Wolf blood. As he meets up with the group, standing beside his brother. Breasal is a stark contrast, and he stands as if a ghost beside the creature. A pair of sentries, stolid. They know when to hold their tongues, and now was one of those. Grim and ghastly, there was no way to tell exactly what was going through mom's mind.

Oh no.

TORiN
bet you'd be disappointed

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