Shadows Beneath

Do you prefer fantasy roleplays set in the past? The modern time? Or in the future?

  • Past

    Votes: 8 66.7%
  • Present

    Votes: 1 8.3%
  • Future

    Votes: 3 25.0%

  • Total voters
    12
Shino made one small nod with uncertainty as he took Tony's word on his bruise not being serious. It was hard for him not to glance at the injury with concern, but he forced himself to look away when he confirmed that the two both didn't know much about the mist, based on Tony's explanation and some sort heavy confusion filling the air. He didn't really have much to do with the people living in the village after what had happened before, but it did grow to be somewhat of a home to him. Shino then frowned and he thought about where Mina and Alution was staying. He didn't want to intrude in someone's home now that he knew that someone actually owned the place before....

But he also had to let them know about the progress of the fog. Since their the only one's around left anyway. For the time being. Maybe now, would be a time to reunite with them. If we're together, we won't have to worry about what happened to the other, and we could figure something out. Somehow... "I know a place where we can go," Shino spoke just when he heard Ayame mentioning 'wander'. "It's careless to wander around aimlessly. What if you somehow wandered into the fog?" He said bluntly. "It would be great if we make it there since the fog won't be reaching that location. Yet. There's also someone I know there who can help," Shino suggested as he looked into the distance where the village once was with melancholy.
 
Alution jerked awake, his feathers ruffled and his sides rose and fell quickly as he recovered from his scare. The gryphon let out a soft sigh and stood up from the little blanket nest. Shino was still nowhere to be found, much to the feathered beast's dismay. He silently stepped out of the cottage, staring up at the starry sky. He briefly thought of what he could have done to change his current situation. As it would seem, he couldn't think of a single thing. The gryphon began to preen the ruffled feathers on his wings, smoothing them out comfortably. Of course the bandage on his wing was ruffling his feathers something awful, but he would have to deal with it for now until it was all healed.
 
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