Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29524970-20160808030602/@comment-24376783-20160808053231

The Blacky Harpy stood her ground, prepared this time, even more so after hearing his apology. Her body was tense, except for her wing, which she let hang limply as her side to prevent furthering the rate of bloodloss. It would need to be healed though. If not that, then at least treated. It didn't seem to change her preparedness though, as she remained firm with an unwavering gaze on the approaching figure.