like thunder gonna shake the ground
At Deimos' words, Loren remembered his own gift. Padding forward, skirting close to the fire, he spat the furry clump from his mouth onto the altar. Though the hairs were damp, they glittered, a metallic gold that reflected the flames.
Shaking his head and his mane, the lion moved towards the man and the moose. Glancing between the two of them, the healer made a hacking sound in the back of his throat. He's a moose too. It was entirely unclear which of the other two men the Firebrand was referring to.
Make them dance with the sun! To coax it to stay for the dark, he responded to Deimos. Chuffing at the vet's question, Loren settled onto the ground. She likes shiny things and pretty people. His response came on the heels of the Sword's question.
Shaking his head and his mane, the lion moved towards the man and the moose. Glancing between the two of them, the healer made a hacking sound in the back of his throat. He's a moose too. It was entirely unclear which of the other two men the Firebrand was referring to.
Make them dance with the sun! To coax it to stay for the dark, he responded to Deimos. Chuffing at the vet's question, Loren settled onto the ground. She likes shiny things and pretty people. His response came on the heels of the Sword's question.
LOREN
