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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