Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190513042656

The Stymphalian bird had already done a sizeable amount of damage by the time you had arrived. Her target was a small farming village, which had little in the way of stopping her onslaught. The fields surrounding the village were either in the process or burning or had been completely reduced to ashes. A few of her feathers were embedded deep into the ground or the sides of buildings. The air around them shimmered with heat.

Gevar was in her bird/human form as she wheeled in slow circles above the main part of the village. Flames licked the ends of her metallic wings. Strangely enough, there was an absence of panicked mortals, save for the ones who were sprawled in the streets. Some movement caught your eye; a huddle of mortals underneath an overhang from one of the buildings that still happened to be intact, where Gevar couldn't see them.

She swooped low and alighted onto a partially caved-in roof, transforming into her full bird form as she did so. Her black eyes narrowed as her head swiveled around in search of stragglers. Interfere? 