Black and Gold
09-22-2013, 01:11 AM
Things were bad. Really bad. He could feel it in the air in Valhalla. Something had gone wrong; but what? Chrysanthe's summoning howl sent Gael charging in her direction, the organ in his chest beating at a frenzied pace. What had happened? He skidded to a halt at the edge of the meeting, cerulean gaze assessing the gathering. His sister was there, as well as Chrys though not entirely unscathed. He could see the ugly scratches across her face. She was injured, but she was alive. That was the best that he would've hoped for. There other members of the party were surely not to far behind. But would all of them return? The young Adravendi moved through the growing crowd of Valhallans, moving his way towards the front of the group to where he was standing before his aunt and sister. I'm glad your back home safe Chrysanthe. would come solemn words as he took a step back, haunches folding beneath him as he seated himself, awaiting to see what news his aunt would present them with. Talk like this |