The Downfall

[Setcho]

-setcho

*waits for everyone to get out*

[Farewell]

"Things" she says jumping off the mutant. "Shall we go, or can I continue"

[Angder]

"Well... we are ready to move."

[Setcho]

-setcho

*starts walking holding his rifle*

[Farewell]

She jumped off and brushed herself off following the group humming quietly under her mask.

[Angder]

Angder (once again) is ahead of the group, scouting ahead and being constantly alert.

[Farewell]

Zaida was aiming a empty gun at the wolf and made a small 'pow' noise from her mouth then went to the ver aiming 'pow'. She thought but put her gun away, her ears listening and her eyes looking about not fond of the group but wanted to be patient.

[The Past]

Geoff marched with the metal rod resting on his shoulder. He was a little worried about Setcho.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray walked silently behind the group, constantly watching his surroundings. Even for an apocalypse, Ray seemed more nervous then necessary.

[Alistair]

Name: Alistair




Age: 20




Sex: Male




Species: Saber/Tiger mix




Anthro/ feral: Feral




Height: 1.5 Meters at shoulder




Weight: 545kg




Appearance: Refer to avi please




Attire: N/A




Weapons: Claws and teeth




Personality: Stubborn, playful, cautious, tough.




And on an extra note he keeps stuff in his mane.


Alistair shuffled through the ruins of Los Angeles, his thick black mane ridden with dirt and dust. It looked as if he had come from the far north in search of other survivors, panting with his tongue hanging out.  The saber had pink fur that still shown quite well through the dirt that he had acquired over the time it took him to travel this far by foot.

[Naval]

"What w-was the big hairy things?" Zilla asks as he walk's with the group..

[The Past]

"Mutant feral gorillas, I think," Geoff replied. "Maybe from a zoo..."

[Farewell]

"Yea and I killed them... Too bad there not edible.. I tried, makes you throw up" she said soothingly

[Celestial_Dragon]

Name: Drago Destiny Darklight

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Species: Angelic Dragon

Anthro/ feral: Anthro

Height: 7'9

Weight: 264 pounds

Appearance: fit, toned, lean, my fursona of course, a massive scar across right eye, very long tail with massive triangular end (sharp and deadly, a massive tattoo if a red dragon spewing black flames, angelic wings

Attire: bullet proof vest, large military camo pants, green combat boots, black gloves, a draconic gas mask that hangs on the giant rucksack on his back, wears black sunglasses

Weapons: two black 9mm pistols and a large staff with bladed either end, his tail, claws on feet and legs, fangs

Personality: rather secretive in things he knows, curious, but rather polite and kind, stubborn

He arrives at the city outskirts

"This is going to be a blast"

[Farewell]

Zaida's tail swayed up and down and she murred while her glowing eyes looked at her leather gloves.