★ Sticky Tar Pits [Intellect event]
03-25-2018, 10:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-05-2020, 10:45 PM by Torin.)
A figure emerged from the fog, Torin squinted for a moment before the form before him cleared slightly and he realized it was it was the other male he'd fought some time ago. "Ashiel." He rumbled, fighting back a groan and rolled eyes as the other man spoke. Then he heard it too, his head snapping in the direction of the other voice. It was soft, and it rang with a sense of familarity for the young Adravendi. Torin watched as Ashiel trotted off, feeling his stomach begin to knot. He had visions of a black and white woman up to her neck in tar and when Asiel called back about helping her first a bit of weight seemed to life from his chest, if only slightly. "Be careful." He called back. I'm truth saving the other wolf first would have been his own choice as well, though by circumstance he really didn't have any say in the matter anyways. |
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