Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-27714417-20161130030554

His wings flung out quietly from his sides, flapping them quietly, rising into the air. He hovered high above Crimson, matching his pace with his. The low begotten nightwing's silver tearmark marking and the silver sparkles on his under-wing were the only things remotely visible, but they could be easily mistakien for stars.