Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171114163434

(BT) From within the Camp, the slumbering Dragon Zombie groans and stretches, her movements like a cat as she works out the kinks of sleep.

As soon as she is finished, even before she stands from the bed, she replaces the helmet onto her head.

She gives a pleased growl at having the helm back on her head, and she tucks her hair back within its confines as she makes her way out.

She finishes just in time to notice Jorge in the distance.

[Oh dear...] her MT laments into her mind, [It seems our little observer is down, and quite exposed. Let us help with at least one of those problems, shall we?]

She growls in response, moving over and grabbing the panting Jorge by the collar of his armor. She lifts him, but doesn't carry him long before setting him next to a hollowed fallen tree in the shade of the forest.

"Grrr..."

Her MT forms the flaming words on her visor for the man to read, [Sorry for this, but you were quite the sitting duck friend. You should have a few extra minutes to recover now."