it's about time | meeting 3/24

Word of mouth had lead the wyvern here, truth be told. If forced to search for it on his own, Corrupttimelines probably wouldn’t have been able to find the meeting place so easily. It was foreign land to him, a scape of vast swamps and damp unknown he had yet to venture forth. Nevertheless, all that mattered was that he had found the place. Treading as lightly as the scale bound feet could upon the surface, the wyvern would lumber near, eyes dancing upwards and landing upon them with dull and lackluster care. A leader he had not truly known? The dragonic being couldn’t say he was surprised very much. After all, he did haul himself up onto the shore out of nowhere one day with zero recollection of how he had ended up here in the first place. That isn’t exactly the best way to move into a new home. Whatever.

As his name is sprung out through the midst of a crowd, a dull smile transfers to his lips and he nods his large cranium in acknowledgement. Then, downward his nose flies. Being addressed formally would take some getting used to.

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