Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-24141785-20140122205745

Cyrelas travelled. His six pack now turned into a blood pack.

"My main misson is to get to Dagoth Ur... Get this over..." Cyrelas saw a saber cat in the distance.

"Oh no..." He dodged as the saber cat lunged at him. He then jumped on the Saber Cat and plunged his sword into him. The cat fell to his demise.

"Well... I guess I have to carry this." Cyrelas lifted the saber cat up. He saw a bandit shoot at his knee creating a burst of blood.

"Oh come on!" He seethed to himself. He hid behind the saber cat... He saw someone riding.

"Of course! Why didn't I take a horse!" Cyrelas sighed. He grabbed a wodden spear and threw it at the bandit striking the head.

"Now they will want to stop me..." Cyrelas picked up the Saber cat and continued on... The saber cat was soo heavy... Cyrelas could only walk slowly.

"I feel dizzy." He ditched the Saber Cat and jogged. He didn't want to be stopped... He wanted to face death.

Blood leaked from his chest and his leg was almost covered.

"Fox... Drag me..." He collapsed to the ground coughing up blood. "Weakness in the knee...."

The fox held a grip on Cyrelas' ear and pulled him along... Making sure his owner was alright.