Andarin: The Mountains: you're crazy.

To say he’s a little unsettled by Wicked’s apparent enjoyment of the proceedings would be a strange understatement. He gave her a puzzled look but said nothing, withdrawing from her shoulder. He twitched his lower lip as blood dripped from it, moving his tongue around his teeth as the metallic taste swarmed his senses.

He pinned his ears as she slumped against him, his eyes narrowing in mistrust. What queer behavior – she was acting nearly the way he would have if he had been in her place. Now he doubted his decision. But the shard hissed, instantly reprimanding him for his second thoughts.

“Nope.” He allowed a smile to twist his half-rotten muzzle. Alcatraz, know what he was doing? He never planned very far ahead. Which seemed almost stupid, save for the fact that Alcatraz didn’t stick well to schedule (that is, after all, why he’s in Desreal) and didn’t do very well with structure. “Not a clue.”

He arched his neck, turning to look at her. She was grinning. Odd. “Anything type of troublesome thing you’ve always wanted to do but never worked the courage up to do?”

Oh please, say you’ve always wanted to destroy Solira. Or piss on the Academy’s steps?? Or even, streak through Ertsaz?

We are going to have a blast, Alcatraz thinks.

GLD A L C A T R A Z
YOU EITHER DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO SEE YOURSELF BECOME A VILLAIN

LIGHTNING III || BLITZSTRAHL & WOLKERE
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