Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-24296957-20140924032430

(Oh damn. My bad on holding this up, guys. Wicked, wicked sorry)

Akasma nodded and dashed off towards the other group, Fang's rage simmering down to a managable state. But as he left Stephan, he smelt fire not far off. Looking back, he saw a tree consumed by flames.

''Well. This adds a new perspective.''

The wolf slid to a crouch in front of Zaffre, his voice calm and quiet.

"I understand you are scared. But the flying beast is grounded. Your turbulence is calmed by the waves of martyrdom. Stand, and be tempered against a coming storm with us."

Akasma looked to Morti, motioned to the flames behind the group, then looked back to the girl, letting out a toothy grin. He stood.

"We must move."