Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
Curve was, in fact, surprised at the support from his classmates. Azure was the one he expected the least. "Good. Stay between her and I." Curve jerked a thumb at the flirty one, putting the tracker between the two heavy brawlers in the group would keep her out of harms way. 'The flirty one,' of course, was skipping ahead gayly. "I still haven't learned your name." He said flatly. He shot a glance at azure's teammate, he had a mouth on him. Curve immediately decided he liked the spicy young lad. Needed some muscle though. Curve clicked his tounge at Glynda and followed joy into the woods.
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(Since we're all in agreement, let's just go skipping through the forest searching for our lost green dude. Anyone who's coming just add input as we roll.)
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He did not like this situation. Not one bit. The forest wasn't silent at least, birds sang, small rodents rustled in the underbrush. It was when the forest wasn't quiet when you had to be careful. Nevertheless, he had his blade out, elbow pulled back behind his head, other arm out in his usual challenging matador style. Since these grim were intelligent, it meant they might be able to be intimidated. Curve was a short dude, but he was stocky, and his stance radiated the phrase "come at me bro". He intended to remain true to his previous words, anything that got between Sward and he was being buried. His eyes shifted about, and eventually the group came across the downed griffon. Relaxing his stance, Curve stepped into the clearing, doing a 360 to scan the treeline. "Fan out," He said, "Sward obviously survived his interrupted flight. He might not be able to get very far. I'd rather find him sooner than later."
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(Since we're all in agreement, let's just go skipping through the forest searching for our lost green dude. Anyone who's coming just add input as we roll.)
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He did not like this situation. Not one bit. The forest wasn't silent at least, birds sang, small rodents rustled in the underbrush. It was when the forest wasn't quiet when you had to be careful. Nevertheless, he had his blade out, elbow pulled back behind his head, other arm out in his usual challenging matador style. Since these grim were intelligent, it meant they might be able to be intimidated. Curve was a short dude, but he was stocky, and his stance radiated the phrase "come at me bro". He intended to remain true to his previous words, anything that got between Sward and he was being buried. His eyes shifted about, and eventually the group came across the downed griffon. Relaxing his stance, Curve stepped into the clearing, doing a 360 to scan the treeline. "Fan out," He said, "Sward obviously survived his interrupted flight. He might not be able to get very far. I'd rather find him sooner than later."