Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20171018155146/@comment-27070860-20171020202647

Querra and Wednesday walked across the endless paths that seemed to weave themselves through the dark forest. They’ve been traveling for a few hours to this ‘supposed’ camping area. I wonder if they’d already be there if Querra wouldn’t be holding the map outside down.

“Wednesday, to hell with this forest! I knew we should have stayed at home with Slash and Illi, but your sorry tail wanted to go camping, out of all things!” Querra whined, watching as the llama struggled with the heavy bag that hung over their shoulders.

“Instead of crying about it you should help me with this stuff; I swear all you do is walk around and whine” Wednesday muttered, as Querra, seemingly unaffected, continued stomping across the fallen branches and muddy grass. ‘My shoes!’, ‘Gah, my eye, a fly’s in my eye!’, ‘Gahhhh my shirt’s all goo-y and sticky! ~’ were the only words that seemed to repeat themselves for the last hour or two.

Wednesday had this theory, that Querra whined so much, it’s become a part of his own voice. He whines, and is unaware of doing so. To most, it’s annoying, and most of all unbearable; but Wednesday could only find it endearing, seeing as she basically spends most of her time with the picky cougar- they’re basically siblings by now.

“Querra honey, you’re going to die if you don’t watch out. You barely dodged those snakes from before” Wednesday teased, as Querra simply shrugged. He didn’t care, did he? Wednesday would have expected only that much.

Suddenly, from between the forest trees, a sudden clearing emerged. A wide stream stretched from one edge of the clearing to the other, as three figures stood by it.

The one who was setting up some sort of tent (or so the two assumed) suddenly said; “I wonder if this will be eventful at all?”

The second creature (which, upon closed inspection, was a black dragon- those things were exotic- and terrifying, as Wednesday had stated before, a set of uncomfortable flashbacks running through her mind. Querra pretended to not notice and continued walking towards the clearing.) the dragon spoke to the third character, saying a simple; “Hello”.

Querra emerged from the maze of bushes and trees, Wednesday walking closely behind him.

“ALAS, we’ve reached out destination! And who may we own the please too…? “Querra questioned, bowing slightly towards the group of three.

Wednesday wanted to knock him up in the head, but decided it would be better if she left the cougar to do that they want to do, and instead started stomping her boots to shake off the mud.