The Rattlin' Bog
Phoebe Steadman
the Nightingale
Midwife

Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood
Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int:
PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
Played by: Grant Offline
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MP: 1825
#43
PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
Woah. Okay. Now Pim was involved in this? Time to step in. The dragonling, without hesitation, snarled and roared at the summoner, rainbow lightning shooting out from his jaws. It crackled and snapped, shooting just passed Loren’s head, but close enough to likely raise the hairs on the back of his neck (carefully sent on the side opposite Astra because as yummy as the deer thing looked it had helped Phoebe). As the man retreated Pim gave chase, snarling and snapping his jaws, wings flapping and the offending man. Stupid humans. Stupid human males. When he was done giving chase, he turned and saw his human, standing there, staring at where the stupid human male had once stood. He went up and nudged her, and only then did she move, suddenly heading out from the College as well – and he had a pretty good guess as to where they might go.


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