[private] The difference between a coward and a hero; Reagan

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

Gather them, Warrick had commanded. Longclaw hadn’t spoken another word after. It was easier to simply nod his inflamed head once and then turn to actually start working on said task.

Claw has never been one for banter. 

There are stones to be found, first. What is a church without its cornerstone of faith? He smiles to himself as he walks, thinking about the similarities between a hard, empty-minded hunk of rock and the gray mare who’d openly embarrassed the Overseer by refusing to heed his wishes of peace on Tephran shores. There are many facets of that meeting he mulls over now; all of which organize themselves into topics of importance as he twists aside on blue legs to cut up the beach and slink into the sulphuric forest.

Despite his apprehension, he needs to find her. The teleporter, the mind-speaker; whatever the hell she is, it doesn’t matter to him. There are more important things to consider than her pride or his short temper and besides, something she’d said in anger had stuck with him and given him food for thought. The warg opens his mind, letting images of her flash into the forefront of his thoughts and then he twists them a bit, (there is satisfaction to be had from a little prodding, maybe this next image will prompt her to poof into existence like she had on the shoreline) shaping her with a demure sort of look, something like her fine head turned over a smoky shoulder to taunt him with pursed lips and naughty words.

The blue devil can’t stop the smirk that jerks across his fanged lips; he rather likes her cast in this light.

@[Reagan] come and get him lmao