You Call That a Fight? IP: 108.222.124.144 Posted on August 9, 2012 at 10:35:13 PM by Biyran
When he got the Traydon River, he waited. Yawning, he knew the Morgause had followed him, but he had arrived first. At this, he sat down. His brown fur shook out as the wind caught within it. His chain necklace battered slightly against his collarbone. After living with the metal and flames, he was used to it. He didn't mind burns, and he didn't care about the scars around his neck and paws. The metal had shook and tore into the flesh, until it started to heal and callus. Replies: