[center][color=98FB98][h1][u]Old Man Pan[/u][/h1][/color]
[sub]Eloise[@Lord Sawsaw2] | Dreadlin[@Lmpkio][/sub]
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[sup]Luna Lake shoreline - opposite Luna Crescente[/sup]
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Unlike Pan, Squirrel was a very light sleeper. The first few vibrations were enough to wake up the little guy, who immediately shot up and began looking around. Panic hit the little guy as soon as he picked up on the roar. Something big was coming. Something very big and very loud.

He hopped off Pan and began tugging on the old man’s right hand the best he could...but to no avail. Pan was out like a light. So, instead, Squirrel moved on to the necklace. Grabbing it by the string, the furry friend pulled with all his might, but again, no dice.

This was bad. Those creatures, as Squirrel could now hear the large beating wings, were getting close. He crossed over the old man, putting himself between the old man and the source of the scary sounds. In a desperate move, Squirrel then began to push against Pan’s ribs, trying to roll the old man over.

It was about this time that the first beast crashed into the water. Squirrel began to nervously chatter and doubled up on his efforts. By some miracle, it worked. Sort of.

The old man rolled onto his side, still soundly asleep. Luckily, this was just far enough for him to move to avoid getting doused in the displaced water. Squirrel, however, was not so lucky. As soon as the old man moved, the squirrel felt a mixture of pride and relief. Moving the old man was certainly possible. He could do it. He could be the hero. He coul-

The water caught Squirrel completely off-guard. He was drenched. And to make matters worse, the old man rolled back onto his back...exactly where he had been. He even ripped a loud snore. It wasn’t fair. Squirrel began to shake to at least dry himself a little bit. He felt soaked to the co-

Pan awoke with a fright as soon as a little bit of water sprayed him. He made a loud, sudden gasping sound, which caught Squirrel completely unaware. The little furry friend shot straight up into the air before landing completely sprawled out as each limb tried to head off in a different direction. His tiny squirrel heart was beating like crazy. He fainted.

Pan noticed the wet, panicked squirrel and shook his head.

“How inconsiderate! Dontcha go wakin’ me up jus’ cuz ya fell in, friend!” Pan laughed at his buddy. It was about this time that the old man finally noticed the raging battle going on before him, thanks to the screeching wyvern. And what a sight it was: two huge lizard monsters duking it out in the lake. Pan let out a bit of a cheer when the spikey one lobbed off the flappy one’s tail...though the celebration was short lived. A wave was heading his way.

With speed and fluidity that should be impossible for somebody his age, Pan quickly rolled onto his feet, having both grabbed his walking stick and scooped up his lazy squirrel buddy in the process. He took a few hopping steps backwards before clearing the wave, which harmlessly crashed onto the shore.

The old man began howling with laughter as the spikey one watched the flappy one flap away and slowly sunk into the lake. About this time, Pan heard a young voice call his name and mention both Arianna and Dreadlin. That’s about all he got before the latter rose from the lake and young ‘un fainted, eliciting even more cackling from the old man.

Focusing on the lizardman for a moment, all joy left the old man's face, replaced with a look of pure disapproval and disappointment the likes of which only forged in the fires of fatherhood. 

[color=98FB98]"Ya best not have hurt none o' me trees, boy."[/color] He barked using his best, most intimidating Dad voice... unfortunately his composure only lasted a few moments before the old man burst into a wide, toothless grin. [color=98FB98]Yer gonna get him next time, friend."[/color]

[color=98FB98]“Dis generation…always sleepin’ on da job,”[/color] he jabbed, making his way towards the fainted. He stopped and regarded her for a moment before heading to the water, scooping up some in his hand, and returning. He then dropped the cupped water directly on her face, howling again when it landed. 


[color=98FB98]“Up ‘n’ attem, lads! Littl’ Ria be callin’ fer us!”[/color] Pan rallied, a twinkle in his eyes. He offered a friendly wink towards Dreadlin.[color=98FB98]"Wouldn't wanna keeper waitin', would ya?[/color]