by нana ѕong » Fri Mar 29, 2013 7:56 am
Dusk hears the commotion and races towards her friends.
Silver growls, "maybe not! But we survived swords already! Old news!" She retorts, she cant remember all of the details from when she was poisoned, but she remembers that much.
Soul slashes at her binds, her sharp talons cutting through as she spreads her stance, wings spread, head lowered, in her offensive stance.