Claradon: he stops at the sight of the dog. a deep growl comes from his throat.

Kat: "hello? do i Know you?"

edit: didn't see your posts

Lark whirled around with hr sword drawn at the sound of barking. She had fallen behind the group and was standing in the shadows, her face fierce in the flickering torchlight. Silver tensed on her shoulder, wings outstretched. When a girl and a dog appeared, Lark relaxed slightly, but her sword was still drawn, and she was half-hidden in the shadows.


Orion glanced at the newcomer with an indifferent expression. Nimbus slipped out of his jacket and lay on his shoulders, hissing at the dog.

Lenin bares his teeth and growls, earning him another thump. "Nyet, I'm sorry to have-" Suma sees the bleeding body on Claradon, "What's that there?" She takes a step back and puts her hand on her dagger and loosens her grip on Lenin.




(Nyet is the russian word for no :P)

Lark takes a few steps forward. "He's injured, and were are in a hurry. Let us pass," she growled at the girl, her sword quivering in her hand.

Kat: "that is my...... friend." she searches for the word. "he is badly hurt and we were just taking him home." she places her hand om Claradon, a signal they have worked on for years, telling him to be ready for anything.

Suma blinks, "Injured..?" She looks at Yasa, then at Kat, then Lark who has her sword drawn. Lenin growls and shows his teeth, pulling his ears all the way back exposing more of his teeth. Suma starts to get anxious and draws her dagger and holds it sideways infront of her chest, "Who was that man injured by?"

Kat: "easy Lark. No need to be rude." she turns toward the newcomer, that seems to be Russian." Please just let us pass. If you are concerned that, by all means, do join us , but i am afraid we have to be going."

Kat:"Not a who, a what. he was saving some one from a Dark Drake."

Lark relaxed and stepped back, but did not sheathe her sword. She wanted to be ready just in case. Silver settled down as well, folding her wings and relaxing her claws.

"There's is no need for your weapons, either of you," said Orion casting meaningful glances at the newcomer and Lark. "We're not looking for a fight. He walked over to Lark and took her sword from her, sliding it back into her sheathe.