Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161018063851

Jeiel grips at his shoulder as he stands. Amihan, the Sylph, chitters near to him. "Jeiel! You look wounded!"

"Just a... wound. She clawed at me." Jeiel turns an eye to Cire. "I had to put her down. The aura you emanated.. it was like you were going to kill her."

Silver watches. Soon, the primal beast reverts to its Mamono form, naked and bruised. "ANYONE 'ELP HER, GODSWEAR IT!" No one dared to do so from the native tribe.