NATE
It’s fun how things work out sometimes. Nate hasn’t had the chance to reach it to his brother just yet, but the need evaporates with Wessex’s voice in his head, a plan already made, that just needs his violent hands.
It’s perfect.
Nate is ready and waiting on the cold side of the portal, manic anticipation thrumming through him as he climbs up upon Edrei’s draconic back, the doctor looking the most natural out of all of them nestled in among black scales. “I’ve got a shift as well, if we need it.” He mentions, speaking to the group but looking at Wessex.
He has nothing to add until Neron speaks over the wind, a sharp, cruel laugh preceding his voice. “Were any of us planning to do this gently?”
Nate arrives with his full profile equipment, sans Flametongue
It’s perfect.
Nate is ready and waiting on the cold side of the portal, manic anticipation thrumming through him as he climbs up upon Edrei’s draconic back, the doctor looking the most natural out of all of them nestled in among black scales. “I’ve got a shift as well, if we need it.” He mentions, speaking to the group but looking at Wessex.
He has nothing to add until Neron speaks over the wind, a sharp, cruel laugh preceding his voice. “Were any of us planning to do this gently?”
Nate arrives with his full profile equipment, sans Flametongue
Foot on the gas, too fast to turn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
