Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170420223322

(Bruh, how did you find that photo? I can't find anything like it on Google!)

I seize up in terror. Most of the time, when I'm up in the air, nothing scares me. Death, torture, even a Jho. I can laugh at them just like that. But the one thing that scares me in flight is sitting right next to me, partially covering me. So of course I'm gonna be a little unnerved. I barely manage to contain the pure scream of terror welling up in my throat. In my peripheral vision, my PDA flickers back to life, lighting up my wrist. I simply sit there in scared silence, arms slightly drawn up towards me. ICARUS uses the neural connection between the PDA and my brain.  Her wings are giving off a radiating warmthness, probably from the speed she was going. To be able to go that fast and not crash...Geez, even at running speed, turning corners was tricky. To think of the speed and agility made my head spin. One part of me reasoned that she couldn't have been going nearly close to her normal speed. That calmed me down a bit. It was an odd sensation, the one thing that you fear most sitting right next to you and shielding you. She was beautiful, with red scales running down her thighs and her wings. If it was a scale, then it was coloured red. Her wings looked brighter than the rest of her, probably because of wind resistance on the leading edges of them. The three claws at the elbow of the wing were the brightest, like fresh blood or a rose in bloom. The shade of them reminded me of the famous Red Baron's plane, the greatest flying ace of WW1. Even her arms and hair were splashed with ruby. She was both breathtakingly gorgeous and shockingly terrifying.