Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34830139-20180319232857/@comment-30700719-20180326090253

(Alright, enough of that third-person scheiße.)

I look up and watch the world slowly rising to meet me, and simply smile in wonder before pitching up at about 400 metres. The jagged, emaciated fuselage slashed through the upper foliage with the ease of a well-sharpened sword, the swept-forward wings cutting a smooth channel through the air. A roosting Black Harpy pokes her head out of the leaves to shake a feathery fist at me and retreat back to her nest.