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[color=paleturquoise][i]"Don't worry about it,"[/i][/color] Rogue replied. [color=paleturquoise][i]"Like [b]hell[/b] you'll be too heavy. Do you not see how broad my back is? I once carried a man more than twice your weight. Granted it was without permission and he didn't stay on for as long as he planned, but [b]still."[/b][/i][/color] 

When Orion pulled the arrow free without warning, he couldn't help the squeal of pain that escaped his throat. He could already feel the wound knitting closed. In a few seconds or so, it would be healed enough for him to use his wing again and possibly escape.

[color=paleturquoise][i]"Are you an addict, brother?"[/i][/color] Rogue demanded, stomping a massive, blood crusted hoof. The blood being that of the unlucky fellow who'd shot him. [color=paleturquoise][i]"There is no [b]way[/b] she'll leave us alone. Judging by her words, especially not [b]you.[/b] Now get on would you? I think you're being incredibly stupid, by the way. She's gonna end up shooting you."[/i][/color]

The shapeshifter snorted in derision as he looked up at the woman, assessing. She had to be some sort of Grade A badass if she was by herself. Already he instinctively disliked her, and she'd not yet tried to do anything to him. But then again, his instincts were rarely wrong.

Now if the stubborn metal male would just hop onto his back already. Rogue might be a mercenary, but he wasn't about to let someone who he now considered an ally to be taken away without his helping. Seriously, any other person would have let him die from that arrow wound, whether because his pegasus shape was truly terrifying to most-especially the fangs on the top and bottom jaw-or because he'd earned the nickname of Daemon in most ash towns, they would be too cruel or wary to get close enough to help him.
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