make way | daily jobs

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

It was so good to be out and about. Though it was hard to see his living quarters as where the late Dragon King had once claimed he was coming to terms with it slowly. Here and now he supposed it was time to get everyone on track and he also wanted to do some adventuring of his own. Hell, being on the outside of the mountain could be quite exciting. For him anyway, though others that tended to meet him were not often left either the best of view. The creature walked with care amount his people and he stepped himself near the Wyrm Pitt, looking down as smoke twisted and curled from his bone jaws. Hmm, it could use some cleaning and he snorted before arching his skeletal tail across the air. Someone had to do it and if he had to he didn't mind getting his paws dirty. Cleaning the bodies out and feeding the dragons they kept to watch tear their incompetent enemies apart. All in a days job. "Everyone gather here! I'm going to be giving out jobs, just small things to do. If you want one then step forth. Also if you complete your job and want another one you can always come back." So are enthused about working but some were not as such.

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan

[mars.]

One may find it rather evident as to which side Dylluan fell.

Simple the work he tended to upon a more daily basis, though he could not be readily deemed absent when it became necessary to handle more strenuous work, he simply did not care to seek it out. Offered nothing as the passage of newly crowned Dragon bypassed his chosen placement, before spread the rough ore as of yet untreated, though soon enough were they swept once more into bag. No love did he bare for the tasks often deemed befitting this particular occurrence, much dirty and low as skirted the more unpleasant, yet tiresome had grown reacted the same simple tasks.

When no other seemed like to act as first recipient through those gathered did he move, from his path shouldered a few out of the way, discoloured teeth bared when any dared protest. "Give me your worst." May well unnecessary the comment he voiced once he had separated from the onlookers, to Brymstone looking with expectation.

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such a daring disguise, look me dead in the eyes and cry when every stare has you gasping for air. won't you tell me why you're here, there's blood in the bag leaking love isn't fair, you can crawl back from where you came because I don't hear you the same

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[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ white wolf

The idiot literally rolled over the ground, despite vis four functioning limbs, to flop in the small group of animals waiting for Brymstone’s itinerary. The white wolf huffed and looked up at the clouds, rolling vis red eyes at anyone who looked askance at ver. “I’ll take one, but it better not be boring!” Vale shouted from the ground.

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

Two had showed up. Two individuals who were so different to one another. The skull faced King had to think on it. Especially considering that they both had different strengths and weaknesses. Tilting his head a bit the unblinking beast would hum gently, a vibrating tone before he finally decided on what to give the oldest. "We could use a lesson on the forge. How to craft weapons. I'm sure [member=16902]dylluan.[/member] you would he good got that. And as for [member=3123]vale[/member] ..." His eyes looked toward them and he tilted his head slightly to the left in contemplation. "Food storages are low so if you want you can take a small raiding party out into other lands to snag some quick prey to put up."

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ white wolf

Vale’s ears twitched. The albino rolled over and stood up with a flourish of lazy elegance, and the shapeshifter eyed Brymstone. Head tilted, Vale tapped vis muzzle and considered, until ve pushed vis lower jaw to the side and popped the damned thing. “Oh, you weren’t blowing salt and smoke up my ass when you mentioned there’d be work involved.”

The shapeshifter jawned, popping vis jaw for the second time in as many minutes, and rolled vis neck until ve heard seven pops. “Sure. Not like I’m mortal, anyway, might as well send the undying one out for the high risk missions, eh? Smart of you.” Vale forgot Brymstone—and others—remained ignorant to vis supposed immortality, but, oops, secret’s out. Though that was hardly one of Vale’s more embarrassing secrets.

“Got a preference for who I hit? Could fuck with interclan relations later if I raid a crew you’d like to ally with.” Vale shrugged, popped a shoulder, and continued without missing a beat. “I’ll hit the Coalition or The Typhoon, if it’s all the same to you. Unless, like I said, you got some political thoughts bouncing around in that skull of yours.”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]