Thread:Draykat/@comment-34830139-20180331053348/@comment-33200767-20180407185823

He gave her a knowing smile. "Trust me, the hellhounds are certainly wild, but I would not go as far as to call them barbaric. there is an almost honorable persistence in their determination. I must say, I do feel a kindred spirit with them, always pushing against impossible odds, being beaten down again and again, only to get up again each and every time." he whispered these words, as to not invigorate the hellhounds further.

"Now, about the wind guardian spell," he said, moving his glasses up on his face and rolling up his sleeves. "one of the best ways to describe it is to call it an autonomously directed enchantment, placed on one's self to trigger a powerful beam of wind to be launched from one's own body, once a certain individual has entered a certain radius, and with a specific power." he was obviously delighted (in more than one way) to be sharing his knowledge with somone so eager to learn.

"the spell that I cast was 'Spirits of Zepher, come to the made of me and my kin! defend us from the savage or the saint, whoever shall find themselves to become my foe.' but that was to cast it on more than one person at the same time. the original spell was 'spirits of Zepher, come to my aid. defend me from the savage or the saint, whoever shall find themselves to be my foe."

he walked into a clearing in the road and glanced up at the sun. he then walked to the side of the clearing and tossed a small seed into the bushes. "grow, hide and live." he muttered, as the trees and branches seemed to twist themselves into a small shelter at the side of the clearing.

"now;" he turned back to Margaret and raised his hand, his foot extended in front of him, and his back straight. "Hold your hand like this."