Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141114074432/@comment-29458028-20141121121944

(Sure, no probs)

Francois waved his hands and black mists collimated into a spectral bone horse, which he saddled up on. Useful for travelling when he was too lazy to open his wings and perform flight. He just hoped it was Celann's turn to guard the gate. Isran was always a dick.

(Imagine Arvak, except ethereal and surrounded by lightning!)