make a mark, plant a flag
02-27-2021, 12:45 PM
Even using his claws Tyrian found the ice to be too slippery for sure movements. It made him wonder how the hoofed creatures had managed to run by so fast. All he'd seen was a glimpse but he was willing to bet he'd have noticed if one slipped. It seemed rather likely if one had lost its footing it would have taken several of its friends down with it. That they were able to run was enough to make Tyrian a bit jealous, but knowing they could do it without fear of falling had him wishing for whatever magic they possessed. "Don't you worry about your toes," he said as he glanced down into the water. He really could have lived without the reminder it was there. It looked so fucking cold; like a dip would freeze him instantly. "Any part of you gets wet..." Tyrian glanced slyly over at Keetie. "I promise I'll take care of it." "" |
