Al Drechar [RP]

[bettsyboy]

Jeeza glanced at the small dwarf girl as she came up to her, but soon when seeing her green glow go into the areas of her cracked and broken ribs, she stiffened up and her tail shot out sharply, che clenched her fists not in pain, but in supprise and soon it was done.


jeeza felt her ribs, they were pretty much al better now, some light brusing but appart from that...


"aah, thank you little one... you have my vote to join our... organization, if you wish... it seems we need a new magic user anyway, what luck for fate to drop you in our hands at this very moment"


Jeeza re-tightened her armour, looking around


"does anyone here have a clue when Leader might be getting back?"

 

[Heartsteal]

"Gnasher is sorry," the giant said, moving to hug the sergal in apology. Just a moment after he moved forward, Gnasher stopped in thought.


"Gnasher is sorry..." he repeated, letting his arms drop, knuckles scraping the demolished floorboards.


Some more time in thought, and the demon turned to step outside, where he'd do less harm, and where he could grieve without destroying the building again.

 

[bettsyboy]

Jeeza sighed "i'll take care of the great big one"


walking out, Jeeza un-strapped her armour, of course all the privates were covered in hair, but still she kept some basic undercloths on so the locals don't stare, she walked up behind Gnasher, wrapping her arms around the large demon.


"it's not your fault, Gnasher, it was an accident, we al understand, do not blame yourself"


she hoped her soft fur might help calm down the large demon, that is why she took off her armour, because cold steel would not be soothing for the demon.

 

[Heartsteal]

The sergal draped over his back again, Gnasher understood that she was trying to comfort him at the very least. The giant rolled his shoulders, like barrels flipping over, in a simple attempt to shrug away her concern. Gnasher felt like he needed to be alone, like everyone else always did when they got upset. Feeling the need to emulate if nothing else, Gnasher stayed quiet, staring at the dirt as though it were of terrible interest, refusing to look away.