whisper of solitude | balefire; joiner; open

[wifewoof]

BALEFIRE - male - feline - tags - tanglewood

Readjusting his stance, the feline jerked his head to the wyvern, "Pleasure is mine to meet you, Cory." He tested the name on his tongue, and decided to use it, "That...sounds highly strange. Did something happen to cause such vacancies?" A frown crossed Balefire's muzzle, he rarely heard of groups, colonies, or battalions having so little command, so he assumed something must have happened.

With a dismissive shake of his head, Balefire took a whiff of the alcohol on the large dragon's breath. His blood sung at the thought of alcohol. He hasn't consumed any in so long, his old companions forbid him in fear of him drinking himself to death, or he'd hurt himself more. Laughable, if he were being honest. He never drank enough to be blackout, or to risk alcohol poisoning.

He felt a small weight leave him at the thought of how they can't smother him anymore.