Cyrus Nightblade
~The half-elf's cobalt eyes widened, and he unintentionally blurted out.~
"You?" ~His jaw clamped shut, eyeing Daniel.~
"Well..." ~Aragorn's words rang in his head.
It's your call Cyrus. He
was the proclaimed leader of this expedition. He sighed, tapping his fingers on the hilt of his katana thoughtfully, the other hand cupping over his lips. After a moment he agreed, though his voice had a warning growl to it.~
"You can come with, kid. But if you pull anything..." ~One of his blue-black eyebrows raised.~
"You won't have opportunity to do so again." ~He looked seriously down at the human.~
"Got it, croppy?"
Illuna Ravenwood
(ooc: [img]tongue.gif[/img] I finished drawing the full-body picture of Lorath IV.
The chain-shirt is marvelous, the anotomy is stunning, and his face SUCKS.
So I think I'll toss it.)
~Illuna quailed, stepping back once and bending her knees to escape you. She nearly fell backwards, but caught her balance with a nearby branch before she toppled over. Still cowering, she looked up at you, losing her confidence by the second.~
"Lorath!" ~She bit her trembling lip, regaining enough will to squeak over the frog in her throat.~
"Just stop it! It isn't funny anymore!" ~She stood up, mustering the last of her defiance, standing eye to eye with you, and getting in your face. She managed a final growl.~
"Stop playing around and leave me alone!"