Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171130044642

(S9/Hound/Scorn?) Tirush leers and crouches and tenses as if she's about to launch herself at Cirelle, but hearing Lilrava get sick, she halts and turns.

"What is it? Are you ill?" Her demeanor is initially brusque, but seeing Lilrava retch, she softens into genuine concern. She crouches by her and places a wing over her protectively.

"How did this happen, little haaka? Did the magic strike you?  Where does it..."

Interrupted by Marcus, she stops. She partially stands, annoyed, her eyes widening in shock as she sees Sun-Mi's limp form.

"What...how did this happen??" She says, her voice rising. She looks between Lilrava and Sun-Mi, her attention divided between the two of them, her concern palpable.

High in the treetop, Cirelle watches the scene unfold with mounting relief, but her breath still comes in shaky, frightened gasps.

"To hell with this..."

-PAFF-

Taking advantage of the distraction, she teleports away, the thin stream of icy mist shooting off into the woods with great speed, towards her last known location of her allies. Hopefully, some of them were still there.