Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-31605619-20161125173806

He snarled, whipped his head head and blasting a plume of his frost-breath at her claws. Luckily, it missed, landing on teh stone next to her. "Get off my tail, dimwit!" Without waiting for her reply, he yanked his tail out from under her claws, trotting away. She BETTER not be in my Winglet... He thought frustratedly. The tall Icewing, coming across the topic of Winglets, trotted towards the large, bill-board like wood that had notices posted on it. He quickly read through it, looking for his name. He was in the Silver Winglet. He flicked his thin tail tip, and trotted off towards the winglet's caves.