Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191213044053

Outside the old mansion in the center of Ishmael's domain, the peace deity himself was rushing about, wading though a crowd of Bushbeasts of all shapes and sizes. He exchanged a few quick words with each, and an occasional head pat if he could reach, before they lumbered off into the forest to find a spot to rest for the winter. Even as they left, more came to take their place.

Watching from the steps of the mansion was Milo, sitting atop Huck's head. Both of them had recovered from their time in the arena, at least from a physical standpoint. The bird hybrid had his wings pulled in front of himself and was nervously preening as he watched the Bushbeasts. Huck was more impassive, but his claws were digging into the masonry, causing a spiderweb of cracks to appear. He occsionally exchanged respectful nods with the creatures passing by, never moving his head enough to jolt his friend, though. 