Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28634206-20161201211048/@comment-31605619-20161204021314

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Red's head jolted up at the yell, so quickly that he kinked (idchowtospellitshutup) his neck, and rubbed it, wincing sorely. He stood up, his wings still folded, and shook Hearth by his shoulder- he slept so deeply he hadn't woken from the yell, and he hated waking up. Red continued to push him, groaning in annoyance. "Hearth! Come on, something's wrong- we need to get out of here!" Finally, he saw a cup of water on the bedside table, and dumped it on his friend's face.

Hearth jumped up, holding up his hands and squinted as suddenly his face was wet. "Aw, come on man!" He complained, rubbing his hands. Though, he had actually heard him, and quickly, amidst yawns, pulled on some pants and a t-shirt. Then, he opened the large window that took up about a third of the wall, and leapt out without hesitation. Hearth flapped his wings, evening himself out, then flapped up, above the house and landing in front with a few of the others who had already left the house. "What's going on?' He asked, confused.

Red landed in the front of the house moments after his friend, his rusty-red, grey, and dusty brown wings folded behind him. He glanced towards the house, not knowing whether they should go back and help or not.