Post by azrael on Jul 5, 2012 20:26:05 GMT -5
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notes [/color]title: irene told me to[/style][/style][/td][td][style=width: 250px; padding: 10 0 10 10; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify]Blackthorn. It had been... so long since he'd been there. Azrael and Odin were sitting on Sleipinir's back, approaching the city of the teen's origin, as well as where he had first befriended Odin. The Espeon was curled up on Azrael's stomach as he watched the clouds pass, waiting for Sleipinir's alert that they had arrived.
It was quite a while later, perhaps an hour orso. Azrael wasn't sure, he had dozed off. Odin stirred as a roar woke them, flamethrower lighting up the sky. It was late afternoon, and he was here for information. Don't get distracted.
Sleipinir fell into a steep dive, heading straight for the town square of Blackthorn. There were a few surprised cries, fingers pointed at him, but the skilled Dragon flapped his wings to stop just before hitting the ground, a small whirlwind of air whipping up as a result. Sleipinir's feet made a soft sound as he landed, and Odin leaped down, landing silently, before Azrael followed, a soft thud resulting from his landing.
Looking around, Azrael tried to find the head of blue he was looking for. He hadn't called ahead, but he had a general idea of where to look. "Thanks." Azrael said to the Salamence, knowing he would need him again in just a few seconds. Visiting Clair could be a pain, more often than not. He made his way to the north of the city, entering the doors of the gym before releasing Sleipinir again.
Guess who wasn't really in the mood for figuring out all that magma. Odin leaped up again, and Azrael climbed back up. Sleipinir had been here for training before, and knew his way around quite well. He flew over the magma, the searing heat irritating Azrael beyond comprehension. Maybe Alfeim could ice beam him when he got back outside.
Once at the back of the gym, where Azrael spotted a familiar head of blue, he dropped down onto the platform from the low flying Salamence, Odin following before Sleipinir landed down on the ground. "Clair." He said pleasantly, smiling as he approached her. "It's been so long. How have you been?"[/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-size: 8px]made by KING of PRE & OTE[/style][/center]
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