LACROA RP: (Southen Forest)
The Clan had hurried out as quickly as they could. That rift in the sky made everyone feel uneasy, all the more reason to regroup with someone. It didnât matter who at this point, but there was safety in numbers. Even if they had to stoop to siding with the royals and their pet knights, itâd have to do.
Anything was better than being out numbered and killedâŚ
Gyan, unfortunately, did not have the benefit of being competent in the art of "quick getaways."
Especially when horses were involved.Â
The poor, hapless mech shuttered and screamed--again--when his Morgan-Shetland cross jumped another fallen log, leading to a winding forest path. The clan's four horses thundered down the road with intimidating stride--minus the screeching Axian in the back.Â
"I am going to dieeeeeeeEEEEE!" In his previous life, he might have cringed at his pathetic whining. On the other hand, the clone and ex-herald just wanted off this maniac ride. "Thieseeeeeel, I WANT TO GET DOOOOOWN!!"Â













