01-26-2021, 06:05 PM
Trygve Roux had been recovering from all his burns and injuries, he had taken the time to stitch at his wings watching as they slowly began to heal. One day, he'd be able to fly again but at the current moment... He was grounded, quite literally too. Everyone kept making sure that he stayed in the White Temple and the melanistic jaguar would do that yet it got tiresome pretty quick, he wanted to run around and fly again but... He could not. Trygve still couldn't recall what had happened to him, why everyone was so angry though he didn't dwell much on those thoughts seeing as he had an awesome girlfriend and Saintkit wasn't being such a tense child around him. He had been curled into a tight ball but his tufted ears would twitch hearing someone utter his name, he opened his eyes slowly only to breathe out into the cold as purple flames lapped at his jaws. Despite being unable to fly, his broken leg had gotten better and his fire elementals had returned to him. "They just can't get enough of me, huh?" He said rather sarcastically as the smell of the Typhoon brushed against his nose, the draconic jaguar rose to his paws with a lash of his mottled tail.
He would step out into the sunlight and squinted slightly as he tried to get adjusted to the light, a toothy smirk on his maw as he walked across the snow with both of his wings folded at his side. He wondered if it was Michael again trying to deliver news, the thought made him snort yet the draconid wildcat continued to walk until he was behind his clanmates. "Of course, I was resting in the temple, old man." Ry would draw out with a shrug only to glance over at Dante "Go to see you again, shitass." His heterochromic gaze turned to the owl that called them Four legs, it made him start to laugh but he supposed that he shouldn't be all that rude. "What are these items? And I'm Trygve, you needn't add the Roux." He sat down slowly curling his tail over his paws waiting for this avian to speak and give him whatever it was that she wanted to give him.
He would step out into the sunlight and squinted slightly as he tried to get adjusted to the light, a toothy smirk on his maw as he walked across the snow with both of his wings folded at his side. He wondered if it was Michael again trying to deliver news, the thought made him snort yet the draconid wildcat continued to walk until he was behind his clanmates. "Of course, I was resting in the temple, old man." Ry would draw out with a shrug only to glance over at Dante "Go to see you again, shitass." His heterochromic gaze turned to the owl that called them Four legs, it made him start to laugh but he supposed that he shouldn't be all that rude. "What are these items? And I'm Trygve, you needn't add the Roux." He sat down slowly curling his tail over his paws waiting for this avian to speak and give him whatever it was that she wanted to give him.