Reign's falcon made a few tight circles in the air to watch what was going on down below. The bird could only figure out that the force down below was of two different sides only when one retreated from the other. Dead and wounded laid on the ground, though everything looked like it was laying on the ground to the falcon. Eventually Eli spotted someone wearing the same colors that the humans at the other encampment were, a deep blue and bright silver. The falcon spiraled down next to him and settled on the ground, just a few feet from the fortress, and stared at him, waiting patiently for him to take the rolled paper from it's clawed foot.
"Brrr, we need more b-blankets..." Resa managed to get out from her chattering teeth, shuffling into Nydo's throne room while wearing a quilt around her body. She'd come back to her quarters from where the failed attack had taken place, picking up a blanket for warmth. She was by no means immune to the cold. "And f-faster troops."
Circle of Nine
A tightly-wound RPing haven for the Guardians of the True Role-Play...the Circle of Nine!
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