Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140918143042/@comment-26543176-20141003235515

"AAARRGGHHHH, GODAMM, WHORE'S  SON  OF A FUCK, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT HURTS, FUCKING HELL."

Screaming all number of profanities, Cyrian yelled as she pulled the feathers out of his back. While his jacket had stopped most of the impact. The feathers had still sunk a few inches into his flesh.

'God dammit, you had better be thankful, because I just got stabbed for you.