Topic: Aurthur's Rage

Aurthur Shimmerscale

Date: 2013-02-01 01:10 EST
*The newest death of one of his kin had sparked a rage in Aurthur the likes of which hadn't been seen for some time from him. All of his chores around the lair were forgotten. Everyone was brought into the lair and not allowed to leave, save for the guards, who were also kept close.

Pulling the secret book on the shelf in the library, he opened the secret compartment where his gift from his mate, his newly restored armor, lay hidden. The pieces were pulled out, and he began putting the pieces on one by one, his tail smashing into the ground hard enough to fling scales across the library, as well as small flecks of blood.

Deep down, he was still a mercenary, and he didn't even have to think as he started putting the armor on piece by piece, staring into the distance with a blank look. It was time to go hunting, and if necessary, he would use himself as bait to find the murderers.*

Icewing

Date: 2013-02-01 07:10 EST
::Icewing heard noise coming from the library after tucking some of the children in to bed and followed his ears. When he entered and saw what his father was doing, a brief conversation told him all he needed to know, and he nodded his head.*

I don't have any armor myself, father, but I will help you. Here, let me help you get the wing guards on. *When his father spread his wings wordlessly, he slid them into place, figuring out easily enough how they went on.* This doesn't just affect you dad, it affects all of us. Even if you tell me no, i'm coming with you. They'll be after me and my mate eventually too. Just tell me what to do......I'm not a seasoned warrior, but I can follow instructions as well as anyone else, believe it or not. I wont let my mate be harmed by these murderers!