KnightSkye Reforged

Cadewyn slept, a deep, dark sleep, thankfully. yeah, he is just gonna sleep either till morning or something wakes him.

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Cadewyn shook his head. "I'll leave it for now, OK? Here." He handed her another piece of jerky. "Now, I'm going to sleep." He put his sword to one side, using his satchel as a pillow, and curled up in the nook of the tree.

He smiled. I" like it though. When your claws grow to long, you sharpen them, not remove them, right?" Ok! 6' 4", pale skin, dark hair with red highlights (and I mean red). One eye is gey/blue, the other reptilian and the iris glows bright blue. He's wearing black pants, red shirt, a navy blue coat, and has and a sword slung across his back with a satchel on the strap. The sword is perfectly black, looking like a void, and it emmits a strange glow of the entire light spectrum mixing in the space around the blade. It's only unusual properties are that it never dulls, never breaks, and can be summoned to his hand at will, though that has a limited range.

Cadewyn winced as Eepy pulled his hair. "Ouch." He pulled the braid around over his shoulder. "It's hair. And it's not dangerous to anyone but myself, cause it hurts when it gets pulled. It's kind of like a cross between animal fur and a dragon's crest. Partially for warmth, but mostly for ornementaion. I choose to keep mine long, through some humans cut it short." He took a bite of jerky. "And before you ask, yes, pulling on it hurts but cutting it doesn't. It's weird." Do you want an apearrance description of this guy?

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Cadewyn climbed to the crown of the tree and found a comfortable divit in the branches that would hold him. He sat down and pulled some jerky out of his satchel to eat. "Do you want any food, Eepy?" I love her! This little dragon is so cute!

I mean, it works depending on your oaths. Have fun! (Skip me)

Granted. Now the government is trying to hunt you down and make you pay them for a permit to bond a spren. I wish I could always get up fully rested at exactly the time I need to.

Almost. I did get threatened with a knife for it. TPBM has had a Sanderson book spoiled for them.

AARRRRGGGGHHHH. So. I decided that I wanted to make my birthday cake look like the circle of honorblades from aharietiam, cause it occurred to me you could easily make chocolate frosting and marshmallows Look like Rosharian rocks. However, that means I need to cut out a bunch of little wooden honorblade cake toppers. Which means cutting the honor blades out. And I waited until I had less then one day left to do it. Scud.

S teir: Rhythm of War Words of Radiance The Hero of Ages The Lost Metal A teir: Oathbringer Wind and Truth The Alloy of Law Yum I and the Nightmare Painter The Final Empire Bands of Mourning The Sunlit Man B teir: The Well of Ascension Shadows of Self The Way of Kings Shadows for Silence in the Forests of He'll Sixth-of-the-Dusk Secret History White Sand The Emperors Soul Tress of the Emerald Sea Warbraker Edgdancer C teir: Elantris The Eleventh Metal Dawnshard D teir: Allomancer Jak The hope of Elantris

" Ok. How about in that tree?" Cadewyn gestured to a tall solid looking tree with a thick canopy.

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You're already in there. I couldn't have you be my mother and not a shardbuddy Thank you!

*noms* yes.

No. Just a hug. ...ok, maybe some choclate, but only dark chocolate. It needs to be as dark and bitter as my soul. Also hugs are good.

Yay! "Eepy. I am Cadewyn, it means Battle-born. I will keep you safe." He looked up at the sky, the sun nearing the horizon. "Should we make a camp for the night?"

@Halcyon The Only(Drunkenly) Mother! Can I has a hug? I... I am not feeling great right now...

What time of day is it? Is is perhaps reaching sundown?

*also partakes*

*opens door to shed of barrels* take as much as you want. I have a lot of sorrows.

He created another fire-sculpture, this one of him and her. Her safe and wrapped around his neck, him on guard. After a minute he asked, "what do you want me to call you?"

*is warm inside. Cause hugs are good* *hands a gallon jug to each*

*accepts pats gratefully* here, have some. *hands over quart jug* lots of sorrow needs lots of cider.