Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171218051118

(Doc, Tir) Sorsha is caught off guard, the Dragon Zombie now pinned under Tirush. The force of the Copper Wyverns tackle dislodges her surprised MW's helmet from her head.

Her long white hair splays out across the ground, and her young, dead, scared face and neck are clearly visible in the now noonday sun.

"Grrrr..." Sorsha growls, her dead eyes locked onto Tirush's. Even as she does however her neck remains mostly stagnant. It pulls only enough to make the simple sound, the damaged muscle under the garish scars obviously too weak to do anything else.

In the stands Kittycut rushes next to Regina, "What tha...T, she's on yer team! What're ya doin?!"

"She's raping those women that's what!! She done got that Lamia, now she's on the Dragon Zombie!" A disgruntled Band member shouts.

Kitty looks to the man, then Regina, then the scryer. She bites her lip, running her paw through her hair, "Uh....Well shit...S-still, it ain't like T is a Band member, and she's cool...and hot, and muh best friend. Ain't like they'd turn her down...but she coulda asked...but it's natural fer gerlies outa tha Band, and it ain't like this is a habit, right?"

Regina can't help but notice the disheveled Kittycut as she tries to process what Tirush did, or more how she should react to it.

The stubborn sword spirit soon slaps her cheeks, "R-right! T was just doin 'er thing. M-maybe if tha Lamia wants an 'pology T'll do it?" she asks hopefully, half to Regina and half to herself.