ISAR
Arm yourself
He had not seen the woman until she spoke, and it nearly had the Fyrhund jump out of his skin with surprise. The massive tail, heavy as a young tree-trunk, flicked uncertainly along the ground. The mood around the other two was strange, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to get involved.
But when the tall man beckoned, Isar melted into his two-legged form, and approached with a wary sort of curiosity. Dark of hair and even darker of eye, the ratty clothes hung loose on the emaciated body. All sinew and bone and wiry toughness, he looked every bit the starved vagabond that he was, and there was a hunger etched into his expression that overshadowed everything he did.
"Hello," he greeted in a rich, deep barytone as smooth as silk; charming, and entirely untrustworthy. "Didn't expect to see any ancient outside the Grounds... is something happening here?" Bottomless eyes turned slowly from one to the other, as though the answer might be found in their expressions.
But when the tall man beckoned, Isar melted into his two-legged form, and approached with a wary sort of curiosity. Dark of hair and even darker of eye, the ratty clothes hung loose on the emaciated body. All sinew and bone and wiry toughness, he looked every bit the starved vagabond that he was, and there was a hunger etched into his expression that overshadowed everything he did.
"Hello," he greeted in a rich, deep barytone as smooth as silk; charming, and entirely untrustworthy. "Didn't expect to see any ancient outside the Grounds... is something happening here?" Bottomless eyes turned slowly from one to the other, as though the answer might be found in their expressions.
Because no one else here will save you
