Maeve
The molten tiger yowls in pain as it flees into the jungle. They likely won't see it again. Especially not after Melita shot it in the ass with an arrow. Maeve tightens her grip on her unicorns, turning to shush then as they fling their heads, snorting and huffing as their hooves stamp into the dust. "Shh.. shh.. it's okay." The Nightshade soothes the two she has a grip on, using her free hand to rub the noses of each of them.
"We don't have much further to go." Maeve tells the other two, glancing back at them to make sure that they have a handle on their own charges.
Round 5!
The molten tiger flees and the unicorns need to be calmed down! We have to make it to Torchline now! Three more rounds!
"We don't have much further to go." Maeve tells the other two, glancing back at them to make sure that they have a handle on their own charges.
Round 5!
The molten tiger flees and the unicorns need to be calmed down! We have to make it to Torchline now! Three more rounds!
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
