Post by IDRIS on Mar 1, 2013 23:36:36 GMT -5
Although it was more of Lionel's job, it had fallen to Idris to do most of the "paperwork" for the Rebels. And running a Rebel group was no easy task. If one was going to keep an army, one was going to have to feed an army.
His sigh was a soft hiss, like the wind through wheat grain.
So it had fallen to him to be here, early in the morning, to begin assigning missions to make a little money or gather appropriate supplies. And as usual, there was a ragtag group gathered before him in the shade of the dome.
Leaning forward on his perch (a very large boulder where he'd been sunning himself) Idris tilted his head slightly, poison-green-tinged eyes flickering across the hybrids before him. In a subtle ripple of muscle, the golden cobra-hybrid singled out the first hybrid approaching him.
Ah, he knew exactly what to assign thisssss one.
His sigh was a soft hiss, like the wind through wheat grain.
So it had fallen to him to be here, early in the morning, to begin assigning missions to make a little money or gather appropriate supplies. And as usual, there was a ragtag group gathered before him in the shade of the dome.
Leaning forward on his perch (a very large boulder where he'd been sunning himself) Idris tilted his head slightly, poison-green-tinged eyes flickering across the hybrids before him. In a subtle ripple of muscle, the golden cobra-hybrid singled out the first hybrid approaching him.
Ah, he knew exactly what to assign thisssss one.
