Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20170425234749/@comment-26892768-20170427013801

The Crow lands on McCree's soilder. His talons should probably cause a bit of pain.

"Oh. It's just...ground." The left head observes, seeming somewhat disappointed. The Crow himself looks terrifying; his blue and purple feathered body leading up to two thin necks that hold heads with only one feature - mouths with sharp, pointy teeth. That's it. No eyes, no beak, just teeth.

He doesn't seem to realize he's perching on a human shoulder.