Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190824035223/@comment-33229352-20190829022259

It’s impossible for a bird to roll their eyes, and one wouldn’t have been able to tell very well considering Gevar’s eyes were completely black, but the gesture was still there. She set her wings on fire and fired her feathers at the house. Soon enough, a mortal spilled out of the front doors of the building, coughing and hacking on the smoke that poured out of the windows.

Gevar bolted down and snatched him up with her talons, pulling him into the air. He screamed and twisted in her grip. The shifting of weight from his struggling was throwing off her already shaky flight; she wasn’t built to carry a wriggly mortal. She spiraled erratically and dropped him about a dozen feet off the ground. A landing like that wasn’t good for the legs, and he screamed again. With a loud clank, the Stymphalian bird landed heavily next to him. She shifted back to her full mortal form, glaring at the man for almost causing her to crash land. Her expression quickly changed to one of shock and recognition.

“Aleksey?” She questioned, fighting to keep the strain out of her voice. “What are you doing down the mountain?” Of course this wasn’t going to be easy.

The mortal’s eyes widened in turn and he scrambled backwards, or as best as he could given his injuries.