#wyvearn

                                           Send my character a ★                and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.                                              ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING

        Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

THE IDEA in all was not a stupid thing to want. A hoard of Axew appearing in areas where they weren’t common  at all? Fine, that was not a problem. Having brought along his brother because he was still a breeder and a well known ( && rather good ) dragon breather, as well as himself, to  keep him company && help along with the situation? No  problem whatsoever. But having gotten lost on the way to  the area where the so-called hoard was located was NOT  the most fun experience in the world nor could they simply fly high above the trees otherwise they would simply miss the pack of Axew hidden underneath the mess of leaves. 

     ❝ && what’s the plan now, hm? ‘Suppose they            would end up coming this way if we waited           long enough? Because it doesn’t seem like            we’re going anywhere any time soon. ❞

And that was the slight tone of sarcasm only reserved for  his brother, along with the other types of mannerism that  remained all in all casual. His back against the tree’s bark  as strong arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow  raised in the other red head’s direction with just the slightest condescending tone to it but could he REALLY only put the blame on him when this was all-in-all his idea to have gone in the first place? The champion could only sigh as fingers  raked through his hair, other hand moving to pat the large  orange dragon at his side in some hope of reassurance to  their situation yet it bore the same look of complete &&  utter confusion as its partner.

           Send “Living Shield” for my muse’s reaction to your’s jumping                between them and a powerful and deadly enemy attack.                                         ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING

ONE FLASH was all it took. One flash and he droppedto the ground && one flash did it take for all the air to be knocked straight from his chest, ripped open did it seem and something tugged at his stomach. && then it felt empty. Bottomless. His whole body numb as the ache in his throat that let out the scream that came oncerealisation hit him was unbearable and the pounding ofhis head hurt too much to think but all he felt was nothing. Ripped from his senses and thrown into the gutter was there no peace to mind just the sudden emptiness that came for a split second until hardened gaze fell upon broken figure of a man that risked his life for him. Maskblown straight off which only revealed lifeless orbs so likehis own that it was painful to look at && finally did he realise why a part of him had died.

                        Because it had. 

                          My muse has been missing for several days.                                            Send "Where were you?!?"                  For mine to suddenly show up at your muse's doorstep,                                                    in rough shape.                                                  ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING 

HE WASN’T waiting around for the well deserved lecturehe could only expect from his brother nor was he going to stand outside in the freezing cold for much longer. Therufescent tinge dried right under his nostril and the black mark that painted itself just bellow tired flaxen hues were noticeable, not that he had tried very hard to freshen up before stepping on his twin’s doorstep. It just happened to be the closest area as much as he would never admitit aloud, solitude was NOT what he had wanted at the moment && who could have provided better company than his own flesh && blood? 

        ❝ Out places. It doesn’t matter where. ❞

Foot finding its way into the house, he could only pull himself up with a slight limp, having run faster than he had hoped for with twigs and branches scraping at his skin, tearing through fabric and drawing blood -- What a sight he should have been. Calloused hand found its wayonto his brother’s shoulder, grip as tight as steel to supporthimself from falling as well as measurement that that was in fact him. A weak chuckle left his lips, quiet && bemused, a half smile tugging at the corners of his lip. Quick cuts &&small pinches burning through his leg. 

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