Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180405141712

"Psshh..."

She gives a hiss and distasteful sneer, but she knows that what she is doing can't last forever. She would rather let Armata deal with the creature, anyway.

Tirush simply brakes, flaring her wings, and parachutes down. At a dozen or so feet she pumps to keep from landing, and tosses the lord roughly to the ground.

"Do with him as you will. I waste time with him."

Gaining a bit of altitude, she flies back to the keep.

She lands on its nearby grounds, rather close to Jorge and Prad, but not within conversational distance. Tucking her wings in, she gets down on all fours, and, after shaking herself, begins sniffing the ground, and licking the air. She prowls slowly, meticulously, as if searching.

It may not be apparent to any who would be watching, but she is searching for any signs of evidence of Imperia, or any scents that might lead the group to survivors, should there be any. The metallic scent of blood and the sickly scent of rot overwhelms her senses, but she needs only a hint. Her ears remain pointed in the direction of the keep, listening for any telltale sounds that might be picked out of the now looming silence.