01-09-2021, 09:49 AM
THE PINES WERE ROARING
renlys stormbringer . male . the iron forged . member
ooc: doing an iron forged daily task, not available for capture!
Renlys had never been much of a harbinger. He had always been a lord commander, the right hand of royalty, but never a prankster. He felt more like an attack dog with the Ironfolk and though that was not really an awful thing to be, it was very different compared to the life he lived with Summer or his cousin-king before her.
And so this is how he found himself flying towards the islands the Typhoon called home with a few unhatched, rotten dragon eggs in a pouch around the base of his neck. His last brood had proven unsuccessful with no viable eggs to call potential children. Now they were little more than yucky egg-bombs.
Now directly above a few individuals on the biggest island, Renlys took one rotten egg from his pouch and dropped it, hoping it would land on one of the heads of those below.
Renlys had never been much of a harbinger. He had always been a lord commander, the right hand of royalty, but never a prankster. He felt more like an attack dog with the Ironfolk and though that was not really an awful thing to be, it was very different compared to the life he lived with Summer or his cousin-king before her.
And so this is how he found himself flying towards the islands the Typhoon called home with a few unhatched, rotten dragon eggs in a pouch around the base of his neck. His last brood had proven unsuccessful with no viable eggs to call potential children. Now they were little more than yucky egg-bombs.
Now directly above a few individuals on the biggest island, Renlys took one rotten egg from his pouch and dropped it, hoping it would land on one of the heads of those below.