Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-25808351-20170304145508

Marcus walks over to Hex and helps her up until her tiny wings start to flap. "Well, my country is monster friendly zone, so your.... 'army' is free to come with, that is if they don't mind a little cold. Regardless, you've always given me trouble Cynd. You're stubborn, ill tempered, standoffish and have a terrible case of 'gutter mouth syndrome'. Quite a bit we share in common,"

He looks to Hex as she wipes her little eyes sniffling, the murky slop of the swamp covering her face and body. He then removes his tunic beneath his coat, revealing his chiseled exterior. Sliding back into his coat, he uses his tunic like a rag. Gently he dabs, wipes and paws at Hex's face till it is mostly clear.

"You ok Hex?" Marcus' voice is soft and comforting as he gives the Devil a concerned look.