Marcus
Hanging by my heartstrings
Can you hear my heartbeat?
Can you hear my heartbeat?
The young hybrid saw the note on the notice board when he was running errands in the Citadel. Young, eager, and excited to help, he took wing and headed towards where the note had said to come. His wings stretched and he cut through the frigid air with growing grace, his maneuvering and angles growing better each day. As he approached, he gave a knowing call out towards Deimos, who would notice as Marcus’ descended would be detectable over the attuned bond.
Flaring his wings, the hybrid came in for a landing. Before talons touched ice and snow they turned back to his feet, tucked warmly in boots made for the deepest of Halovian cold. He immediately turned towards the Warden, lifting his hand to wave brightly as he called out his greeting. His long legs carried him easily towards the gathered group, and he settled near the warden before giving the other two a bright, ready smile.
Marcus is just excited and brings himself!
Flaring his wings, the hybrid came in for a landing. Before talons touched ice and snow they turned back to his feet, tucked warmly in boots made for the deepest of Halovian cold. He immediately turned towards the Warden, lifting his hand to wave brightly as he called out his greeting. His long legs carried him easily towards the gathered group, and he settled near the warden before giving the other two a bright, ready smile.
Marcus is just excited and brings himself!
Let me go now
