she took a claw and pushed the sword aside like it was nothing, walking on towards the group, having trouble with the wind
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“Not in the brightest times of my life, but it’ll do. .” As he finished that the colon of refugees began to move. He picked up pace.
“Whers’ Lucky!?” Called out a refugee, who’d go past them both in a opposite direction, face twisted in a annoyed glare.
The storm did not intensify, but the wind did. Looking at something required alot of concentration, as snow assaulted the eyes of watchers.
The dracony suddenly had a figure step in front of her, and it was shrouded in a cloak and armor of grey. The masked iron helmet it carried hid it’s features, and a hoarse greet came from the figure, “‘ello, darling.” A claw that could only belong to a gryphon lifted a longsword upwards to point it’s iron tip at her face.
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