Khy'eras

Quite unsure of who this person was, Loxiel sat perched on a branch in his hawk form, sharp eyes watching the shuffling figure leaning on his staff, heading towards Ajteire. He was comforted somewhat by the fact the fireflies that lit the city limits had not reacted to this strange new person, headi...

Loxiel knew someone in need of aid, even if he didn't know much else. "Hold on," he said. "Please." With that, he turned and started to run in the direction of the city; he knew exactly where to go ... In a haze of smoke, the human vanished and a hawk erupted from the rapidly dim...

Harroc was stalking a rather skilled militia member, one who continued to get the best of him every time he got close enough to pounce. He'd finally managed to get a bead on them, upwind even, when his apprentice came crashing out of the sky. The boy's words tumbled out in a rush between heavy gasps...

While he might be used to travelling at high speeds as a hawk, holding on for dear life as Harroc's wolf-form streaked through the city was something else entirely. He gripped his master's fur tight and held on for dear life! When they reached the mysterious and, seemingly unconscious stranger, Loxi...