… Yep. Still sitting here as a dawngrazer. Don’t mind me.
WildStar, what have you done to me?
My gif. WildStar is Carbine’s babybunkiboo.
Gaius sits and stares at the Dawngrazer and rubs his chin.
"Ya know, I could prob’ly carve a good couple steaks outta that critter…"
Gripping his sword behind him, slooowly sidles up to the dawngrazer, holding one hand out placatingly.
"Easy there lil’ fella… don’t worry, all I wanna do is use ya fer food…"
((Gaius does not have the best of ideas.))
Silas, who was the unwitting culprit of Hoogle totem rubbing and thus said dawngrazer, stared at Gaius as he approached.
… He was kidding, right?
If a dawngrazer could in any fashion give the most deadpanned expression of complete disbelief—the sort that could only properly give crashing waves of resounding ‘… wat'…this one was certainly making a good job of it.
That sword was sticking out.
Totally not obvious.
So. When the Exile drew near, Silas—who was dawngrazer—stepped in as well, and reared back her head.
To promptly knock her horned head against his.
… Of Justice.