Warring Parrellels

[Damien]

((I apologize, my internet spazzed and I was completely cut of for the past couple days, it just came back on after nagging the internet company for a few hours. I'm still pissed about it))

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Kole frowned. "I dont know about those books Haxx..." he spoke up as the group began walking. "I mean... words can be powerful things..." no he was just sounding paranoid, his tail twitched nervously behind him. Then he began babbling, about how in a story he once read about someone being able to level mountains with only words, or someone else able to teleport, among other fantasy stories involving spells and magicks.

Drake looked from the corner of his eyes at the toon holding his wrist. Physical contact. How he hated it, he could feel his skin crawling as he walked. So instead he faced forward and glared straight ahead. It wasn't so bad if someone touched his clothes, but his skin! When something touche dhis skin or hair it irritated him, and he always had the instinct to scratch at the area as if something was left behind on his skin. No, he wasn't scared of germs, so what was it that irritated him so much?

Drake soon stopped dead in his tracks, forcing Frisk and Kail to also, since they were connected by the arms after all. His gaze turned skywards, two hawks were flying above in the sky. An odd thing to see really. A large grin plastered across his face as he began walking again, his gaze focused straight ahead of him again. A small series of chuckling left his lips. "Ah, it is a beautiful day out today isn't it?" he asked out loud. "For autumn that is..."

Kole had taken off his shoes when they entered the forest to revel that he had four main toes, a five one on the side moved independently, much like an opposible thumb. "Ah, much better, I hate these stupid shoes," he muttered waving the shoes around in one of his hands,"they make my feet cramp up, I only wore them because of the darn broken glass in town," he said to himself as he picked shards of glass from the rubber soles before scrambling up the trunk of a tree and began to travel along the treetops as the rest of the group walked on foot. Acting as something similar to a look out, his body designed to scout and travel through the trees. Another frown crossed his lips as he glanced down at Drake, who had just asked about the weather. He chose not to answer however, to off put by the question, given the circumstances.