08-15-2015, 04:36 PM
Quote:Sorry about that, I was really busy yesterday.
"Triest my friend," Axorn began, walking towards the broken, rotted, storage facility. "you will make enemies no matter which path you take. But if something feels wrong, you need to stand up to it, no matter what the consequences because that is how any world becomes a better place for everyone. There have been many times where I have done something that people disagreed with, but in the end it was what was best. If you constantly hide in the fear of having opposition, you will never do anything noteworthy. If we're going to make any kind of mark on this world for the better, we need to stand up for what is right!
Axorn entered the warehouse, sheathing his sword swiftly, and looked around. The warehouse was half-full of ransacked, rotten, crates littered all over the floor and covered with huge spiderwebs making it quite clear that this place had been abandoned for some time. Axorn walked over to Triest, his numerous foot scales clinking against the ground with each step, before burning straight through a stack of rotten, empty crates, turning them into a large, smoky pile of warm ashes.
"That should do for now." Axorn remarked, admiring his own handiwork. "Hey Triest, I'll give you something to ponder while you're sleeping... are you with me?"
After Axorn was satisfied that Triest had heard him, he lightly stepped over to his makeshift bed, his scales continuing to clack against the cold, hard, metal floor of their temporary hideaway each time. Axorn then rolled over, flopping on his side onto the warm ashes, sending up a black, smoky cloud of soot which slowly drifted down towards him as he drifted away into a deep sleep.