((OOC)mind if i join?)<br/><br/>Isur ears were ringing from the dragons roar. He came here to relax but his luck had other ideas. The haunt's eyes glowed a bright red, luminating the path he walked on. His black fur melted into the darkness. He wore a red tshirt with his red trunks. Seeing the dragon, one word slipped his muzzle, ''ssshit''.