Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180709061251/@comment-30655593-20180725065646

''Oswald would frown and sigh, closing his eyes. ''"Hard way I suppose. Very well. Aaron, if you may." ''The golden masked man that apparently goes by the name 'Aaron' instantly went up to the black winged figure and grabbed it by the wing, forcing it to its feet. It would let out a horrifying, ear ringing feminine screech. [https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/legendofthecryptids/images/7/70/Lost_Angel.png/revision/latest?cb=20130702180042 The creature... Wasn't pretty to look at].''

"Aaron, now-now. Don't rip it's wing off. We need it." ''He said as he faced the winged creature. ''"If you perfer to be no use anymore, I have no problem having Aaron take care of you. One. Last. Chance. If you do, I'll have Aaron bring you food..."