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Silian

Posted on 2/1/2014, 17:06 by: Silian

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ANNO 18, MESE 3, GIORNO 1, POST 56, midday
"Il bacio colpisce come la folgore, l'amore passa come un temporale"

[46.455 Antkantos (darkred): n° exp (15r50x2)] [DENARO: 361 NdF DEPOSITATO: conto, ABBIGLIAMENTO: brown leather boots, coat and gloves with fur inside, woolen grey sweather and scarf, short hair] [EV: 1000, ABILITA': Dominio elettrico, ARMATURA: //, ARMI: sciabole gemelle(off), kukri(off)]

Stats PG:

Atk= 1500
Def= 1200
Vel= 300

Mosse caratteristiche-di scuola: Colonna di fuoco; Fuoco del giudizio; Scoppio; Elettrizzazione; Fulmine Globulare; Barriera Elettrostatica; Controllo del calore; Anello di fuoco; Bloccare le fiamme; Scudo di Fuoco; Propulsione; Fruste elettriche

He held forcibly the reins -almost hanging on them, trying to keep that stupid overgrown lizard under control. Qiang kept on shaking his serpent-like head, hissing and growling angrily: Antk had to dodge at least two times his whip-like tail, which slashed all the white snow fallen on the frosty ground during the winter months. Stupid beast... also a kid would be able to find that tracks! It was a stubborness war. Stupid lizard versus looking-for-his-family man. He missed them so much... he felt his heart squeezing in pain at the tought, and he held the rope stronger. And after some minutes the opponent gave up. Qiang snorted and lowened his scaly muzzle, never stopping to gaze at him with nasty reptile eyes. He wandered hundred times on how could Iris really appreciate something like... that.

And he surely sniffed his mistress out.
Since that morning he'd been first nervous, the agitated and at least out of control. Iris was the only one who could ride on his back without loosing any limb, and clearly he didn't forget her. Antk felt nervous too, but the lizard catalyzed the most part of his thoughts: only now he could stop and think about what was happening.The sweat sarted soon cooling long his back, and the man find himself (again) trembling like a chick under the rain. That place was far too inhospitable for a common man: how could his wife, born and grown in a tropical island, live there? With her two kids?! Was she really able to hunt? And what if one of them got sick? What if ALL of them got sick months ago, alone, on the top of a cursed lonely mountain? Would they be able to survive? And if... if Qiang sniffed a corpse's smell? If he was going to guide him towarsd three lifeless bodies? The man bit his lips and held the tears, repeating to himself that it was only a stupid, a foolish thought: Iris would never let die one of her kids. Not even if she got sick first. Oh, it was time to stop thinking and do something, or he would soon madden with anguish.

He extracted the piece of cloth that once was an Ilah's dress and put it in front of the reptyle's nostrils: Qiang gazed at him with an annoied look, like he thought “Oh, no... not this again!”, but he couldn't avoid to smell it and sniff around again: animal istinct was his first leader. He slowly turned his head towards the small river flowing close to them and moved carefully long the riverside. Maybe there was something, but uneasy to track: reptyle noses don't fit to the snow... but he had all the time until the world's end, because he wouldn't stop before without finding his family.

Edited by Silian - 3/1/2014, 15:47

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