- Angelo | Male | Peryton | Form
Angelo got up and exited his den, staring at the tree with deep sentiment. He knew this was farewell for a long time, but he could always come back in the future if he really wanted.
The peryton used his teeth to pull the thistles snug around his hollow, hopefully that intruder would know to buzz off. If they were in such desperate need for a place to stay, they could use it at their will... he wasn't super possessive of it anymore. Angelo gripped his harp in his hind leg, clutching the stem very firmly in his grasp. He attatched the sheet around his neck, like a cloak, before taking off.
Then he was in the skies once more, beating his wings harshly in order to get up to altitude. It took him some time to find his bearings, his internal compass was still a little wombly. Angelo took his time as he flew back towards Carter's, had he panicked them? He hoped not, he didn't even matter that much anyways.


