Snow: let's get home -hops on Clarans back and she flys us to the cave- Claran: night you two Snow: night
(may I join?) Name: Blood Age: 20 (?) R: Elf P: Kind, gentel, soft, staborn and skilled. Extra: He is a skilled fighter with the seord and bow. Pretty and gentel. His past is a mystery but he is a Lord. He wishes a dragon. Looks:
I awake and spread my wings, one purple and the other black. "I shouldn't have used so much power on that pathetic tow" i turn and flap my wings gaining