Nagaram

[Farewell]

"In the saddle satchel there should be some bandages..." He whispered while petting the Griffins head.

The Griffin finally laid down continuing to coo softly.

[[INACTIVE]]

(I'm going to re-make my character since I was gone for such a long time. He's gonna be kinda the same, but a little different.)


Name:Brann Stowe


Gender:Male


Age:Unknown


Species:Bearded Vulture


Kingdom alignment:None


Clothing/Armor:This


Weapons:Large burning great sword

Misc:A lord from another land or even another dimension. It's said that lords where he comes from are gods. His armor, face, and weapons are all burnt from constant battle.

[Cifero Windtail]

Walking carefully back to the horses, Zanthe retrieved the bandages and quickly returned to the griffin's side. "Alright... I'm going to start dressing her wounds now," she murmured to Devin. "Keep her calm...."

[Farewell]

(Bearded vultures look badass.)

"I'll try to keep her as calm as I can don't worry." He slowly sat down petting the vulture.

Her eyes opened a bit looking at Devin a Zanthe with her emerald eyes.

[[INACTIVE]]

(I know right!?)

The forest was quiet, not a single sound could be heard. Ashes began to fall from the sky quietly and majestically. Fire rose from the ground, the earth shook with the might of a thousand soldiers. The ashes began to form what looked like a figure in the fire, it rose from it's knees and let out a howl. The fire sunk back into the ground but the ashes still fell.

The figure stood silently for a few seconds until it began to walk.

[Folic Acid]

(Name change to Folic Acid)


'Folic walked around the town with his Jack helmet on and he could feel the eyes of everyone on him.'

[Cifero Windtail]

(Um... Zaida? I thought we were treating a griffin. o-o)


Bowing again to the griffin, Zanthe tenderly began to patch up the young creature's wounds.

[[INACTIVE]]

The figure slowly made his way through the forest. His heavy rasping could be heard like the wind blowing during a storm. Each step was a battle for him, each step made him move closer to collapsing onto the ground. But he had to keep moving and find some kind of life, as he made his way around the forest his steps left a trail of embers that lit the ground ever so slightly. Embers flew off him, and ashes kept falling around him. 

[Farewell]

(I edited the ref for Zaida if any of those who are curious. Her armor has changed and there is a picture of her horse)
 Devin smiled. "I think she knows she's safe now."
The griffin watched Zanthe work on her wing cooing gently and tilting her head at the hybrid.

As Zaida rode before she came to a halt. Ghost snorted and dragged his hoof through the dirt as it turned night he slowly began to glow white.

Finally alone she dismounted her destrier, petting his head gently. "Rest ghost." Zaida took a deep breath before the smell of light smoke got her attention. Her eyes opened to see a bit of ash float by her face. Hmm, ash?

[[INACTIVE]]

The figure began to stumble onto his knee's, each time he fell he got right back up. He then stopped at turned his head behind himself and started at a hooded figure, they seemed to not notice him at first. Until he began to make his way towards them, his slow limps and heavy breathing made him extremely noticeable.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe focused on the task at hand, finishing the dressings in a decent amount of time. "There we go," she murmured, looking gently at the griffin. "She'll need some rest, but other than that, she's all set." The catfox gently smiled at the hybrid, her emotionless mask dropping away for a second.

[Farewell]

Zaida looked at the limping avian. She raised a brow beginning to approach the stranger, noticing the ash and ember which flew from his body.
Ghost followed close behind.

Seeing her smile made him chuckle softly "That's good to hear." He pet the griffin once more before he stood up. "Well your free to go girl."
The griffin didn't move but instead looked at the two and squeaked gently.

[[INACTIVE]]

He outstretched his hand and whispered in a raspy and hellish tone, "Help me." He fell to his knee's and collapsed onto the ground.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe cocked her head. "I believe we've made a new friend, Devin," she said, glancing at the Sabard.

[Farewell]

There was silence before she helped the vulture up. "Hmp!" Zaida grunted setting him onto Ghost. Then digging in the saddle bag.

"Might be. What now?" He asked her.