Chem’s delighted to see the tug of Leilan’s head and the slight smirk. He diligently falls in tow behind, flipping both of his pale ears upright to listen, coming up beside the other draft’s shoulder. He chuckles when he starts to describe Neverwhere as they gaze upon a jagged gape in the earth, hissing steam like an irritated bull. He made a mental note for later; Neverwhere.
As Leilan continues, Chem casts a blank stare toward a few scattered bodies. A few horses here and there, caribou, a bear. It was desolate for certain. A canvas, though, something to be created. Chemdog liked the roan leader, his grit, it was something he felt he doesn’t see very often. This mission was now on the shoulders of the few Leilan had gathered to follow him, may they not fail.
“Who, then? Who would do this?” he thinks aloud, curling his lip as he looks around at the charred remains of the Isle. He listens to him finish the last bit of his sentence and the last question sinks in. “Yes,” suddenly his teal eyes level with Leilan’s, “I know exactly what you mean.” he snorts, adjusting his stance, “We must raid.”
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
oh its fine! i am used to wonky timelines.
maybe we do wrap this one up though, and have a new one after their little food plunder in pampas is over?
this seems good for a joining the group post lol
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