Count our strengths
10-06-2014, 07:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2014, 07:02 AM by Quintus.)
This was stupid. So insanely, completely stupid. He felt his muscles tensing beneath his pelt, feeling suddenly irate at whoever had come up with his idea. A soft sigh would escape his lips but no cries of protest would come, at least not from him. He'd done things equally as stupid before -- like swimming to an island in the middle of a severe storm -- and he was sure he could take care of himself this time. Even if it definitely wasn't the best idea. He would shift as he sat, watching the others as they spoke, vowing to hunt for Abaven despite the dangers the storm presented. He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Harmony would come closer to him, wishing him a soft 'good luck'. He swore he felt his skin crawl, a shiver running down his spine at her soft words. Motif quickly began to dish out instructions. It seemed he would follow Harmony. A nod would be given to Motif as he silently voiced his understanding, lifting himself to all fours, not exactly eager to begin, but wanting to get this hunt over with as quickly as possible. |