Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28511184-20161028162552/@comment-28511184-20161028170431

With his wings snapped tightly behind his back, Richard was shoved down into a thin alleyway. The two tall, strong brutes kicked him strongly into the ribs resulting in a yelp. Once the hawk opened his mouth, some of the men grabbed him by his tongue, nearly tearing it in half. Richard whimpered but then grabbed a sour milk bottle, shattering it into one of the brutes forehead before sprinting off into the shadows.