<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Reohuthumb.JPG)</div>Name: Reo<br/>Current Form : Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Isela<br/>Location: Headed east, centering over Centosia, then back out to sea.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It took a good two or three minutes for Reo to climb to the point where the arrows no longer reached his hide. Though it didn't stop them from continuing to bounce the things off of him before he got to that point, further agitating the great beast. Laboring quite a bit, he pushed himself back up over the cloud cover. His back was pincushioned with a good twenty or so thin, barbed arrows meant to punch through platemail, one neatly piercing a wing. The few on his softer stomach were the only ones that had come dangerously close to doing any damage.<br/><br/>All in all, he managed to come away from the debacle with little more than a few painful scrapes and bruises, and heavily strained wing muscles along his back and spine where he'd tried to slow himself. He would definitely be feeling the aches associated after he'd had a chance to land and rest.<br/><br/>Spotting Isela, he could feel the connection between the two of them, and how hard she held onto her end of things, likely assuming that he was going to take off again.<em>Don't hold so tight, or you're going to hurt yourself. I'm not going anywhere alone. <strong>We</strong>, however, need to find someplace to land. These things they were propelling at me itch, and the one in my wing burns. It tore a bit, so I won't be stressing it. As I fell, I could see some islands in the distance. I should be able to make it there without making things too much worse.</em><br/><br/>Waiting until she caught up, he beat at the air lazily, and noticeably lopsided as his uninjured wing attempted to compensate. Once he was assured that she could see his direction, he extended himself fully, and simply settled into a shallow glide. Within the clouds themselves, he lost sight of the female behind him, but was able to tenuously feel her behind him. Foolishness, a bit of shame, and a heady dose of humbling embarrassment trickled down their link, laced with undercurrents of pain in muscles already protesting being used after the bludgeoning he'd taken when he rolled through the market.<br/><br/>(Transfer to Masif, A Continent At War (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=160680.0))