Introductions
templarmaxus:
Mouth slightly agape, he wasnāt sure how to respond. Ā The evils of the world were far too many to be accounted for. Ā As a templar, he knew even good would sometimes just a mask. Ā That wasnāt him though. Ā It was not how his family taught him to be. Ā
āIāmā¦Iām sorry, friend. Ā Is there nothing we can do to fix it?ā
He wanted to hold on to whatever small shred of hope was available. Not all of humanity was lost to madness. Ā He was hoping the drake would see to it.
Whil would give out a small sigh. He turned again once his wing had awkwardly shifted back to rest along his shoulder as it almost always did. āTo fix a wing?ā he asked for clarification. āThat I donāt know.ā was the honest answer.
āSomeone once told me there were mechanical options but...I dunno how that would work.ā he remarked as he moved to sit on a nearby rock. Zero would pat the one next to him as offer to sit. āBut a wing is a lot more complicated than an arm.ā












