Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25271084-20140816132741/@comment-24684131-20140816134945

A loud roaring sound filled Liaths head, and with a sharp intake of breath, he found himself awake.

Rolling to the side, he pushed up off the ground, springing to his feet. His eyes searched quickly, scanning the area around him for any sort of clue as to what had happened. The last thing he remembered was that he had been reading over some notes at his desk, not in some forest. He continued to scan around, his eyes finally locking onto the white haired boy that stood a few meters away.

Reacting on instinct, Liath swung his left arm up, only for him to look squarely at the trio of burn marks on th back of his hand. Cursing, his right arm sliding down and grasping...nothing...nothing?

Liath snapped his gaze downwards and found that Dente wasn't secured to his hip either, a quick glance around confirming that it wasn't any where to be seen in the surrounding area either.

Shit!

Realising that he hadn't been paying attention to the boy, he dashed backwards a few steps, arms up in front of him, ready to fight if needed.

"Who are you and what is going on?" Liath called over to him, the edge in his voice betraying his confusion through the usual calmness.