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>> [size=15pt]Tympus & Nymphia[/size] <<
Jaw slightly parted, the otter gazed downwards at the buildings that towered into the sky from his place on dragon back. So this was WindClan. "Well, it certainly ain't like any place we've seen, eh, Nymphy?" he commented to the green and blue dragon he rode upon, turning his black eyes away from the territory as his scaly companion's wings tilted downwards, bringing them in for a steady landing at the border. "Wonder what kinda idiots live around here."
Hearing his remark, Nymphia gave an annoyed snort, intentionally landing with a bit of roughness to give her sea otter friend a jolt. He grunted irritably, holding on to her smooth neck to keep himself seated atop her back. "Oi, easy on the landing, you colourful freak," he lightly scolded her, fully aware she'd done it on purpose. "I'll try and be nice, alright?" He fondly patted the winged reptile's flank before sliding off of her back, landing softly on his paws and looking around. "I guess we'll just wait for someone to find us lingerin' about."
