Introductions
templarmaxus:
Mouth slightly agape, he wasn’t sure how to respond. The evils of the world were far too many to be accounted for. As a templar, he knew even good would sometimes just a mask. That wasn’t him though. It was not how his family taught him to be.
“I’m…I’m sorry, friend. Is there nothing we can do to fix it?”
He wanted to hold on to whatever small shred of hope was available. Not all of humanity was lost to madness. He was hoping the drake would see to it.
Whil would give out a small sigh. He turned again once his wing had awkwardly shifted back to rest along his shoulder as it almost always did. “To fix a wing?” he asked for clarification. “That I don’t know.” was the honest answer.
“Someone once told me there were mechanical options but...I dunno how that would work.” he remarked as he moved to sit on a nearby rock. Zero would pat the one next to him as offer to sit. “But a wing is a lot more complicated than an arm.”
