Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190329124124/@comment-24510587-20190330155331

Shagra was about to run herself to a fiery death, but then something saved her by lifting her into the air and depositing her in safety.

It was the tattooed one, shirtless. His tattoos glowed bright, as did his eyes, but most notably, he had sprouted a pair of large, radiant white feathered wings.