//apparently i was wrong about information, i apologize. thank you sir anon for setting things correct.
I didn’t choose the support life, the support life chose me.
//the pain, oh so real…
//well now…. that is a thought…. .w.;;
"y-you understan…. you know what fine if anything it’s probably better than being on the street at night…" he picked up his pace and followed the man into the tavern despite how everything appeared on the outside the inside of the tavern was mostly wood, from the tables to the floor. he would have expected the inside of most buildings to be stone but what was he to judge. he passed the threshold and the fireplace taking a seat right at the bar.
"if you have it and would be so kind tea would suffice if you can spare any. as is and you said just got here not one to have pockets lined with currency" his tail drooped behind him in that seat he couldn’t believe what was going on here. there were a few whispers from patrons from the tavern itself prodding at the thought and sight of him. who knows maybe someone would bring authorities to help him later if they were so inclined….
((OOC: i dont know about you guys but i have a crush on bird man omg help me))
//sorry for not posting these asks people in a timely fashion, blame “dragon age: origins” finally sat down beat the damn thing it was prodding at me.
//soooo yeah will be resuming the azeroth thing tomorrow have fun :D
"what is this pandaria and what are you? i have never seen any of your kind in my life…"
he was starting to attract many stares when he said he was a dragon, hopefully it wasn’t some sort of trigger around here…reaaaally hoping now….
cold hard ground…stone, that is what he felt as he came to… upon opening his eyes he knew a lot of time passed as it was already night time. his gaze was fixated upon the buildings.. they appeared to be demacian in design. at least he stayed in the city from what he could tell from between the buildings anyway… “ugh… at least it didn’t go horribly wrong… medirby has got to be more careful”.
he finally picked himself out to walk out into the side of the street, there appeared to be a lot of people around even for how late it appeared. “egh this isn’t piltover why is e-” his train of thought was suddenly derailed as he saw two stout and short people walk past with er… large noses… “i had thought corki was the on-” he saw small green men run right behind them with coerce voices and anger… he looked around… there were large ones too.. people with tusks growing from their mouth like gnar… and a group coming out of a building which he could only describe as.. what looked like warwick?!? talking to a a couple of Minotaur like alistar??!?
((well this should be interesting))
*sigh* he was relocated over into demacia for the time being… the institute took a large hit when that fight broke out it would take months to get things back in order…
however he still had a job to do, being a ‘hunter’ as people so kindly named it he was able to find people easily, one of his innate talents he put it, but it was mostly for hunting monsters and such. people were so much more complicated…
it appears that not only tick tock but now chorister was missing as well. a barrier of some sort always kept him from finding T.T. but with this he hoped he could at least pull back the misses from where she was at. a scouring of a residence found some facet of her, a bit of hair, he hoped she wouldn’t mind that intrusion of privacy since it was to get her back.
he set up the small ritual of summoning, it would take his utmost concentration to reach into a world and pull something out less there be consequences…. he began… the small part of hair was to be the focal point it gathering energy to try and link with it’s owner. he saw visions of a far off land… large oceans… mountains… and strange people… he knew he nea-
"w-what the?!? medirby where did you co-"
with that break in concentration he suddenly dissipated in a shock of light towards the focus…