Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180705044600

"No, no. I was not asking so that you might leave here on your own feet, hrrdah.  I was asking to know your strength, but no more.  You will not have to climb."

Without prompting, Tirush steps forward and scoops the Vampiress and little Dhampir into one wing, cradling them like a bundle to be carried. Her velvety wing acts as almost a hammock as the pair are pressed softly to her breast. Tirush is covered in blood, soot, grime and sweat, so the ride isn't wholly pleasant, but itnis a sight better than what they had before.

Tirush carries them to the wall of the prison, looking up its long shaft. Then, her muscles coiling, she makes a leap into the air, grabbing the stones of the side wall. Her talons digging into the stone, she climbs her way up with one hand and two feet, carrying the former hostages with her almost as if they were little children.

The climb is arduous, but the Copper Wyvern seems to be tireless. Again and again she pulls herself up, a body length at a time, until she at last claws her way out of the fetid hole. Still holding the pair, she steps to the hole in the wall she made earlier when she fought Gethin. She steps in the opening, facing the outside and shouting for the attention of the others, her voice a booming echo.

"KEN'DHOV! ALBURN, HUMAN!  I HAVE THEM!  COME AND HELP ME TAKE THEM TO SAFETY!"