Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20191017114648/@comment-31296352-20191018053642

Maxon’s armor gleamed in the moonlight as he looked around at the Werewolves who surrounded him.

Tossing his bow aside, he drew his longsword from its scabbard.

“Sorry ladies.” He said, twirling his blade, causing it to gleam like his armor. “I’m a married man, and the others here are off the table. You’ll have to go husband hunting somewhere else I’m afraid!” He finished, pointing the sword’s silvery point at the black Werewolf.

“Caelia, now would be a great time…….” He thought, entering a defensive stance.

Caelia in turn, was now flying down the road. While the moonlight provided good illumination, her night vision was still not the best, so she flew at a slower pace to avoid crashing.

But upon hearing the combined howls of the pack up ahead, her pace quickened; along with her pulse.

''“Maxon! Hold on! I’m coming!” ''She thought in a panic, doubling her pace hoping to catch up with the coach in time.