Recent content by Drastus Tal'deneshaar

"Yeah, like ya know, hatchlings. Babies. Little puffs of feathers and fluff that are just too cute to not hug." He replied, coaxing further to desire of little cute gryphons. Maybe he was a villain, trying to corrupt her with good times? She didn't need to know the Roost was off limits to all...

It had been some time since the mission to Tyre. Time since Drast was believed to be killed with his pack being the only thing for the others to find. Time since he had heard the voices of friends, felt the presence of Rupert, had seen her. He had learned to rely on himself as a result, his...

If he noticed the frown, he didn't put two and two together. "Wha's wong?" He asked powering through another biscuit. He didn't realize how hungry he was. With another pull from his mug, his biscuit was washed down. "Nice beds are, of course, always welcome. What is this Roost you've...

"I've been called many things, flatterer is perhaps one of the least offensive." He would add with a playful smirk. Not seeming to notice her thoughts elsewhere, he would dink his biscuit off of hers, as if they were toasting. "To Kristen, Angel of Biscuits." He teased before shifting on the cot...

Despite the inner Academy telling him she should have proceeded without him, he knew that neither of them would actually do that without the other. This was their quest. So, he could only smile. The hand of his injured arm would come to rest upon hers, some pain evident across his face, though...

And so, Drastus would re-awaken to just that: Kristen and that smile. So confused was he, he had thought it were a waking dream. The hand of his uninjured arm reached out to rest upon her thigh as he shifted, slowly and his eyes closed again. Was it bad? That his dream consisted of her and...

Drastus enjoyed watching her marinate with his compliments. The lady in her adored it and the Dreadlord knew she shouldn't. It was amusing, nay, adorable. As she moved to tuck a bang, Drast would beat her to it. "There," he started with a wink. "In case you still had some necrotic energy." It...

"You made raw chicken again? Really?" He asked in disbelief. "You can make any poison in the world but what you're really gonna kill people with is salmonella." He laughed before clapping her on the back. He rolled his shoulders, cracking the joints with several loud pops. "If you want to hang...

Drast had remained quiet almost the entire time, his focus was entirely placed in each step. His brothers aid, was a boon, and he leaned heavily upon the larger man. His thoughts wandered, the Lusty Roulette teased him, and all the while he could feel waning strength in his legs. It seemed like...

My apologies! I did not mean to speak with such vulgar intent! "Oh yeah, I think I might be able to recover from such a blow." He teased her gently with a smile. "You uhh, don't need to apologize, really. It was cute, ill have to remember to add such a devastating word to my arsenal." He...

Drast looked up at her with that trademark grin. "Of all the gin joints, in all the world. Glad to see you escaped from that.." he paused to do air quotes. "Princess." A laugh as he returned to his peeling. "What they get you for this time?" He seemed cheekier then usual, even more carefree...

V-Very well, I...I should like to try again! This, if for no other reason than to satiate my curiosity at what you have posed. Drast smiled at her response, and one hand rested briefly at her lower back whilst the other waved her towards Rupert. "Good luck, Kris." She was eager, she liked...

Oh how awkwardly she laughed, truly wonderful. And he would reward such a laugh with a broad smile. High praise! But mayhap it would be wise to, um...let time do the telling? "Well yeah, I'm not gonna run the campus yelling out how you're a necromancer. Now, I just have a secret apprentice."...

Drast had managed to zone out of the conversation, after all, he was still in a bit of pain. It wasnt until he heard his name that he re-entered the conversation. Mayhap some proper tending for Drastus's wounds can be had, and then, if you would be so kind Valdr, you could translate the note...

Drast would wait for her to dispell the ethereal glow from her hands, his arms crossing in a purely overexaggerated fashion. "Looks like there are two necromancers here, now." He added with a wry grin. She smiled, that smile truly captivating and even contagious, pulled forth a smile of his...