Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180701233214

Tirush's ears swivel behind her as she stands before the iron bars of the cage. The glow of the fire behind and above her outlines her jagged, draconid frame, and she knows that she is being lured into a trap. The cell is open, the perpetrator gone, and no doubt waiting for her to make her move. Still, she acts.

Imperia's question is answered as Tirush places her taloned hands on either side of the iron frame of the front of the cell. The thick iron bars give a crunching squeal as she parts them as easily as if pushing aside branches of a tree, and, closing her fists around the bent iron mass, steps back and rips them from their stone mount with a tug and a crash of breaking stone. She turns and casts the wrecked bars aside and they land with a terrible crash, before stepping into the now wider opening.

"I am here..."

Her grim eyes look over Imperia and Layoka. Wordlessly, she closes the distance in a step and, kneeling, reaches out for the child.

Hands that are capable of bending steel and sundering boulders take the tiny girl with utmost tenderness, as the Wyvern cradles her and gently bundles up her hanging limbs. Holding her in the crook of one arm, leaving her other arm free, she begins to gently lick the girl's wounds, tending to the worst, trying to staunch the bleeding and ease the pain. However, her ears are still pointed behind her, and one of her arms is free to counter the ambush that she knows is going to happen.

"Do not move. He is still here..." Her mumbled words are directed at Imperia as she continues to gently lick Layoka.