Qrow crouched, his fingers in the blades of green below, he looked as if he were a sprinter, preparing to take off in a race. His dark, glossy skin mostly hidden under his grey sleeveless hoodie, that appeared to be a size or so to small, for it was tight enough to show his abs and muscle beneath it. On the back of the hoodie there were two holes, one for each wing. At the top of each hole, it was fastened close with a zipper, so he could easily remove the hoodie.
Qrow pushed off of the earth, his wings whipping from their folded position and carrying him into the air, stirring up dirt and sand from bellow as his massive, powerful raven wings beat the air into currents. The dark he rose into the sky, and began his ascent. Once reaching a shocking height, the male spud forwards, shooting through the sky with speed, before tucking his feathered wings in, sending him into a repeating barrel roll. He wobbled as his wings shot out but soon regained control, flying with poise and grace, as if he were a dancer dancing in the sky.
Qrow pushed off of the earth, his wings whipping from their folded position and carrying him into the air, stirring up dirt and sand from bellow as his massive, powerful raven wings beat the air into currents. The dark he rose into the sky, and began his ascent. Once reaching a shocking height, the male spud forwards, shooting through the sky with speed, before tucking his feathered wings in, sending him into a repeating barrel roll. He wobbled as his wings shot out but soon regained control, flying with poise and grace, as if he were a dancer dancing in the sky.
After they landed, Lyra slid off of Drago’s back and held out a hand to help Jaike down.
He sighs as he heads into the the sleeping quarters of the cabin he run, seeing another camper
Qrow paced in the dark, his bird night vision kicking in. His wings ruffled as he thought quietly, most vulnerable and distracted.
while running through the forest for about 20 minutes she finally reached the end of the lake which was now near camp. she breathed at a heavily pace because of the speed she was running at. she grinned as talked to herself " finally im back at camp, hmm.... should i stay outside for a while longer or should i go inside where its all nice and cosy and warm?"
The avian stood, his wings tucked neatly behind his back with his shoulder propped against a trunk of a tree. His green gaze scanned the area filled with selfish creatures and rude narcissists. The Demonologist told a sip from the mug grasped tightly in his right hand, his white knuckled fingers holding onto it as if for dear life. The he was obviously less than sober, the drink he held in his bedazzled mug smelling of strong liquor. He looked about 17. certainly no older than 19. He had heavy black wings, that upon closer inspection were empurpled in the light.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
Graven walks slowly into the camp, holding onto his only bag, slung across his shoulder. He glanced around lazily, glancing at a map in his hand every now and then. He followed the signs and somehow still found himself lost whilst looking for the cabin Agoraphobia. His head was cast downward, avoiding the gazes of everyone around him. He knew he would have to ask for help to find this cabin, if he continued to be lazy, but he really didn't want to interact-
He stumbled upon the cabin and chuckled to himself at the narrator's attempt to give him a social interaction. "Breaking the fourth wall much?" A small voice uttered into his head and he nodded, clearly enjoying the small interjection.
He made his way inside and plopped down his bag on an empty bed, Sitting there softly and gazing about the cabin named after a phobia.
(I do have to get ready for work soon, but I will be back in about 4 hours or so.)
He stumbled upon the cabin and chuckled to himself at the narrator's attempt to give him a social interaction. "Breaking the fourth wall much?" A small voice uttered into his head and he nodded, clearly enjoying the small interjection.
He made his way inside and plopped down his bag on an empty bed, Sitting there softly and gazing about the cabin named after a phobia.
(I do have to get ready for work soon, but I will be back in about 4 hours or so.)
Lyra seemed a bit surprised by the sudden fire, but she sighed, using the light from the fire to get a closer look at her surroundings. "You seem to have a lot more magical abilities than I do." She laughed awkwardly, trying to break the silence between the three of them.
Taz trots to the outside of her cabin and lays down, (currently in wolf form) licking her paw.
Drago changed back into his dragonoid human form, "That was just a simple fire spell."
"Yeah, but it's still impressive, to me at least." She said softly. "Especially since my magic is, very limited to say the least, there's only, like, two things I can really do." Lyra spoke nonchalantly.
"Oh, uh, alright." Lyra smiled and walked over to Drago.
He placed his hand onto your chest and poured his magic into you. "Status appear!", Drago called out and a game-like screen appeared in front of you.
"Woah! Uh," She looked impressed, but confused, she poked at the screen a bit. "What is this?"
"It's called a Status window! It allows you to look at your level and Status of yourself. Status open!", Drago said an a Status Window appeared in front of him.
Lyra poked at it some more, trying to figure out how it worked, she glanced over at Drago's status window as well, trying to figure out how to work it.
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