Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160121042010/@comment-17970636-20160203234547

Frost looked up and his jaw dropped open, his normal cool demeanor broken up by what looked like... A dragon? Wyvern? Regardless, it was huge, and it was dropping black eggs that were giving birth to more Grimm all across the city.

"Yebat' Menya..." he muttered, reverting to Russian as he did whenever stress managed to get ahold of him.

Turning to Corvus and Viola he started spitting out sentences rapid fire.

"Slushayte, my budem imet', chotoby rabotat' vmeste ili v osnovnom mertvym. Itak, kto khochet ubit' drakona?" he said and then coughed, forcing himself to calm down slightly.

"Sorry. Habit. I don't know you guys, you don't know me. I'm not gonna pretend like I wanna be best buds, but, we're going to have to work together on this one or we're dead. So, who wants to kill a dragon or die trying?"