Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190915183212

(Gabriel and the fearling start fighting and its a blur of shadows and darkness with glimmers of yellow or white eyes)

Crocus: Then might I be allowed to fly out?

Samaritana: I am here...to smudge that miserable stain of a man off the face of this planet.

Yriscal: (there's a pinging sound as the attack dissolves against a protective barrier. Yriscal pulls a charm necklace out from his coat and grins) Hello, son.