Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160327143621

"I'm Grigor's familiar, aren't I? I have to follow is orders. He wants help with this, I'll help him." Ptolemy responds, fluttering over and landing on Michi's shoulder. Even to her undead flesh, Ptolemy's metallic talons and cold, iron claws felt chilling to the touch, as though there truly was no living tissue within.

In the desolate, decimated lands that outstretched before him, Mercy saw nothing. The red dragon they'd restrained was gone. As was her containment; all missing. Without a trace.