Talk:Forest/@comment-26208390-20141129000303/@comment-26208390-20141129001911

Salasartok pushed off the tree and swept towards Tenshi, instinctively checking her leader's wounds. Her touch was a little rough due to the wonderful and graceful presence of her father, Siku. She was always bristled when he was around. She touched his cheek and looked him in the eyes, checking for something before she stepped back and turned to Siku, throwing her long hair over her shoulder. Her attire was sinfully mouth-watering.