Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161211025307/@comment-31605619-20161212045529

Qilin snorted, looking outraged indeed. "That's no excuse to-"

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Theo cut him off. "Unlike you, señor deer-chicken, we need to eat. How many times do I have to say this!? Us-" He pointed slowly to both him and Magnus, who was chuckling and watching the scene with amusement, trying to hide his laughter, "- Meat. Eaters. You-" He then angled his wing towards Sycamore, "Chicken." He grinned, his sharp teeth exposed and dripping blood from the recently eaten pheasant.

Sycamore narrowed his eyes for a long moment, trying to contain his anger. Finally, he snorted. "Fine then. Come along- we need to make it to the stream that Magnus saw, thanks to your dawdling, we might have to keep walking after nightfall in order to reach it."

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Theodore groaned in annoyance, but followed after the Qilin. Whatever he said- Theo was actually quite superstitious, and he knew Qilins were supposed to bring prosperity. The enfield was usually auite close to Sycamore, despite the fact they were fighting endlessly.

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Marcus hesitated for a moment, and then flapped his powerful, eagle-like wings, taking flight. The gryphon often circled in order to not go to far ahead, and he glided lazily on the thermals above his friends.