Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29524970-20160808030602/@comment-24376783-20160808054856

The Black Harpy looked at the figure, her eyes showing uncertainty of what her next action might be. She walked over to him and looked down at him. She then suddenly put her uninjured wing gently over the back of his head and brought his face against her thighs. Despite the location that his head was being held, there was nothing sensual in its vibe. It seemed to be a way to try and comfort the figure; to ease his suffering. However, the Harpy's eyes remained devoid of emotion; cold as ice.