Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29524970-20160808030602/@comment-24376783-20160808052001

There were no screams, but the assailant lost strength in her newly damaged wing and let go, jumping away from the horrifying figure before more damage could be done to her. Her, who was a Black Harpy with irises of blood red rubies. Her face was calm, yet expressionless. It was devoid of that powerful sense called emotion. Her wounded wing bled, her red mixing with his on her ruined wing. She stared at him with those red eyes; eyes filled with a morbid curiosity of the figure.