RP Marshall
A Tale of Woe
Flint, wobbling on Kyngerz well placed arrow, ruffled his feathers in agitation. Beads of sweltering sweet dripped from his twitching beak. He muttered swears while watching the Palsiet mosey onward. The bird gaped at Belisair for a response.KingsPlague said:Kyngerz Responded almost instantly,letting loose an arrow for the crow to perch on before he could fall to injury. Instead of waiting to see how the bird would respond he simply continued onward with his journey, after all he wanted to reach the town before nightfall.
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