06-15-2017, 04:20 PM
"It's heads," Gildarts announced grimly and the pair set off, sailing together like the SS Gillidan.
So it turned out Illidan was one heck of a good sprinter. His rather tall height probably didn’t hurt him on that end either, Gildarts was more clumsy, dense with muscle that would propel him forward when pushed, but he was also not used to running with these old and rather rusted joints. It only made sense that the purple-skinned creature was racing ahead, barely remaining in sight as the scenery changed around them.
Nil were the asphalt streets paved and placed together by man’s acrid smelling contraptions, they had been replaced with soft, mossy, well-trodden soil, rooted in with trees sprouting up around them. The evergreen scent filled his senses and Illidan found himself a little more at peace in the forest, where he could aptly sense the lifeforms brimming in all shapes, sizes, and colors. The Gillidan duo had slowed to a hesitantly sluggish pace. It was not that they were fearful about that which lay beyond their sight and the unknown that grew with behind every piece of live or decaying bark, but the pathway curved and swiveled so much so that if they picked up their pace, their faces would surely collide with a tree, or something far more mysterious.
"Do you see anything?" Gildarts asked, still nursing his back from Illidan's magical thrust.
Tensions were climbing, Illidan didn't sense a thing. They were still in the thick of the area, greenery inclined by a steeper, subtle climb. "I do not," Illidan replied curtly.
Illidan had taken it upon himself to lead their way through the forest and the red-haired mage trusted him to do that, Gildarts had never had much of a sense of direction, usually things found him, and it was not the other way around. They'd flipped a coin, and that had sealed their fate. Whatever lay beyond, they would be ready for and face together.
A streak of purple smoke would soon fill their sight.
So it turned out Illidan was one heck of a good sprinter. His rather tall height probably didn’t hurt him on that end either, Gildarts was more clumsy, dense with muscle that would propel him forward when pushed, but he was also not used to running with these old and rather rusted joints. It only made sense that the purple-skinned creature was racing ahead, barely remaining in sight as the scenery changed around them.
Nil were the asphalt streets paved and placed together by man’s acrid smelling contraptions, they had been replaced with soft, mossy, well-trodden soil, rooted in with trees sprouting up around them. The evergreen scent filled his senses and Illidan found himself a little more at peace in the forest, where he could aptly sense the lifeforms brimming in all shapes, sizes, and colors. The Gillidan duo had slowed to a hesitantly sluggish pace. It was not that they were fearful about that which lay beyond their sight and the unknown that grew with behind every piece of live or decaying bark, but the pathway curved and swiveled so much so that if they picked up their pace, their faces would surely collide with a tree, or something far more mysterious.
"Do you see anything?" Gildarts asked, still nursing his back from Illidan's magical thrust.
Tensions were climbing, Illidan didn't sense a thing. They were still in the thick of the area, greenery inclined by a steeper, subtle climb. "I do not," Illidan replied curtly.
Illidan had taken it upon himself to lead their way through the forest and the red-haired mage trusted him to do that, Gildarts had never had much of a sense of direction, usually things found him, and it was not the other way around. They'd flipped a coin, and that had sealed their fate. Whatever lay beyond, they would be ready for and face together.
A streak of purple smoke would soon fill their sight.
Quote:Gillidan move C7 to B7.
Quote:Gil and Illidan lowkey search for the item dropped that they were informed would drop in this area.
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