- Angelo | Male | Peryton | Form
Angelo continued to lay on the ground as he heard a door creak open, followed by the familiar voice of the vet speaking to him in that calm and slightly displeased manner it always had. "S-something like thatt," He wheezed, the parachute-like white sheet falling over his face as it twirled and fell to the ground.
Angelo struggled to regain his balance on his feet, inched towards Carter, his muscles once again spastic. What a graceful angel he was... with his harp around his antler and his sheet covered in a mucky substance. It'd need a wash, of course, only if they offered.


