Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180321034937

"Well Tirush it seems I am at your mercy as I cannot fly. Do be gentle now, I'm not as robust as I look."

Praetor laughs at his joke unsure if Tirush understood what he was implying. None the less he raised his arms and awaied Tirush's instructions. He knew she was thirsting for blood and anything that kept her from sating it would draw her Ire.

"What do you need me to do, I await your command"