The travelers were an odd bunch. Two huge hounds, black as pitch, their ivory canines gleaming in the moonlight, a sky-blue faced mandrill and a girl with what at first glance looked to be a humming bird riding on her shoulder but upon closer inspection revealed itself to be a miniature dragon. They moved swiftly, silent, their expressions set in determination.
The woods were quiet around them as if Mother Nature herself sensed the gravity of their mission although with such a group it could also be that everything they encountered froze in fear until they had passed. The girl wore blades. The others needed none. Their claws, fangs and fire would suffice when it came to foes within the forest.
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