Snippet #2552660

Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron ignored the blond haired boy as they continued to make their way to was cabin. If anything he had a glazed look in his eye that clearly said that he wasn't in the mood for anything right now. If anything, this large neco needed some sleep after a week of being constantly on alert. If anything a shelter like this was a welcome sight. "You need to do better with your bobby traps in these woods, Ace. It's crawling with bandits at the moment." he said as he continued toward the cabin. Without a second thought, Oreron put the shell of a girl down, letting her stand on her own feet as he started to circle the cabin itself.

Owsla let her armor recicde, making her writhe on the ground as if she were in somekind of pain before popping herself back up. Only to have Champ fall on her as she did so. "OW!" She yelped as she nudged the dog off her her and stood back on her feet. The cabin did bring back memories for the young neco. It was warm, and had provided her with shelter as well as months of fun giving the blonde near heart-attacks in the mornings and head-aches. If anything, Ace proved to be a very good ambush target back then. "Wait! Do you still have my motorshell?!" she asked, excited before letting herself inside through the one way she always has. Through a window where her claw marks showed her constant entry and exit.