Thread:CrowDragon31435/@comment-39336304-20190509230014

She's panting, and one of her wings is torn. Glossy black feathers and blood cover the ground at her feet, and Pussy and her Watcher are circling warily above her head. She's covered in cuts, and one leg is soaked with blood. A tall young man with tattered clothes and prism-like shoes is standing in front of her, his arms crossed. Behind him are his twelve Guards, currently in a direwolf form. "Nowhere to run, thief-goddess." He said with a smile. Crow just gasped and didn't respond. Her wings flapped uselessly, and she felt like she was about to pass out. Vigil stepped forward, his shoes leaving a faint, rainbow-colored outline where he had been. "Alright. You're coming with us. You put up a good fight, I'll admit. You always do." And indeed, several of his direwolves were limping slightly, with blood splashed on their pure white fur. Whose is unclear. Approach and assist? 