The Road to Likuna

Irellia’s P.O.V.

He runs beside me and I can’t help but gawk. Ghost may not be running at his fastest gait, but he is still in a full gallop. Arken grins at my awed expression, surging forward he takes the lead with what seems to be little effort. I can’t help but think he’s trying to show off.

The white furs draped over his back billow in the wind, the splotches of green catch my attention. I wonder when he plans to wash them off. Does goblin blood stain? I imagine it would. But then again I’m not well versed in such thing’s, the maids took care of, well, most everything really.

I’m jolted from my thoughts when Ghost skims by a particularly thick oak, my left leg losing skin to the rough bark. I hiss at the sensation of fire climbing my calf. My steed comes to a sudden stop and I topple from the saddle only to land in the arms of my Wolf-Man companion.

“What are you doing?” I shout at him, hands wedging themselves between our chests. I stare hard at the lo