Whorlings An impressive Equine rears before you.
"Hiya!" she says once all four hooves are on the ground. "I'm Lucero. From the look on your face, I take it you meet Chatura?" At your nod, she smiles sympathetically. "Tahmores is right. He's all talk and creepy looks. He doesn't do much. We're all taking bets on whether or not he can actually see. I say he gets around by sonar." "And I say he finds his way around like a snake," says a new voice.
"Hi. I'm Neon. Hey, Pascal, what's your take on Chatura?"
"I think you should just leave him alone," says the Gryphon. "As long as he doesn't hurt anyone, you shouldn't bug him." You had to agree. Tahmores steps in. "We can go on, back, or to the Wris'Talorol, Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of Change, War, Warp, or Mage." Lucero *~*~* Neon *~*~* Pascal The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm. |