Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20180704143322/@comment-34052734-20180713014238

Tito still had not peered up, feeling himself disappear in the sea full of opinions. ''When midnight strikes, it will be hell. Please don’t let us go.'' When he had heard the faint cackles of the crow, the boy twitched. Abruptly, though, it was cut off.

Zusteller had the crow gripped in his white-gloved hands, inspecting it. There were unknown creatures gathered up above and not everyone down below were alarmed about it. His dense jaws clapped together, gravitating to alert the others.