Wildfire Riders

The blackness scuttles. It stretches and writhes, groaning for another taste of her offering. It is cold, but familiar, and she sits alone and listens. The shadows lie, but the skilled ear can hear the occasional truth, and that is when the good magic comes. Blue eyes closed, bare flesh touching the...

. . . too late.

Thank you, Girls. <3

Happy birthday!

WOO TO THE HA. HAPPY BIRFDAY!

STUPID THRENN SMELLS LIKE CHEESE.

Sey.

I know I don't RP anymore, but I felt the need to contribute. <3

As that's 9 for eastern folks, it's really not necessarily great to wait too much longer. LIke, fifteen minutes is fine, but beyond that it's getting a bit late.

Be there or be square.

Buncha folks going looks like, so the more the merrier.

<3!

Thantrus once was a responsible father figure. Now he's just a weird guy with a tentacle farm.