Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191223012920/@comment-25828117-20191223231820

It was Helian's time to try.

"Mara's sagging tits... Why is this so damn hard." He slurred as he tried to find a balance.

"Dancer! Here!"

He squatted down as if to prepare himself. He would spring forth like a coil and fetch his gryphon.

Dancer seemed to hear the call of his master and came a runnin'.

Helian waited... For the right moment... and...

But crucially misjudged the timing and landed on his bird-feline rather than in front of it to scoop him up.

This turn of events worried Dancer somewhat which he showcased by flapping his wings causing the blanket to unfurl like the wings of some avenging ghostly angel.

"Stooooooo-oooop" Helian panicked as he rolled around the room with the burrito bird.