Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180527035217

Following Tirush's lead Preator made his way to the rocky outcropping and fell to all fours like her companion. Then after removing his iron mask Praetor  dunked his head into the cold water and drank deeply from the cold stream. Just like the wyvern beside him he too reared his head back shaking off the excess water as he gasped for breath before plunging again into the drink. He did this multiple times, the water running down his black armor dripped down his curiass taking along with it grime and dirt. His leathery face filled once more with fluids as the dried skin began to grow fat and pale with water and the more he shook the more the globules fell off.

After a few iterations Praetor pulled out his canteen and brought its lip near the water allowing it too to gain it's fill before standing once more. Gingerly he placed his helm back on, carefully fastening it as to not loose it in flight.

"Thanks. I truly needed that Tirush. Lets get moving again, I'd rather not let us get beaten buy those foul things. Isn't that right Prad?"

Not once had he acknowledged his presence there until now, not out of malice but nescesity to quench his thirst. The thirst that yet remained after such a binge.