Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191223012920/@comment-25828117-20191224015019

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: Nyasia crossed her arms beneath her breasts. She came to stand by the door, watching Helian tend to Dancer with an amused expression. Helian clucked over his gryphon like a concerned hen did for her chicks.

Making sure he had no shortcomings and then he kissed it on the peak and ruffled its feathers as if it were a really weird looking dog, but a dog nontheless.

"Who's a good griffy-griffy?" He pouted his lips for a kissy-kissy. He never did this, and it showed. Helian was just very drunk. Dancer for his part seemed to look at Nyasia as if to ask: what the fuck's wrong with this guy? the way he bent his neck back as if to avoid the kissy-kissy's.

Not the beak! it seemed to say.

Eventually when all was made comfy and homey, and Dancer had been 'tucked in' Helian waddled towards Nyasia wondering why she had that pleased look on her face.

"What?"

"Pssht. Only a hundred feet long?" Nemicus chuckled.