Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34928186-20181022010843

Rucoa sighed out hiding behind a tree and looking at her wings. In her mind she looked back at Clayton keeping her eyes on him and moving them back to her damaged wing which hung behind her still having the gunshot wound inside of it. ''Stay here for the night. ''She told herself as she slowly moved outwards and rested in plain sight moving her head to the side onto the rock where the dried blood from the opossum hung and solidified. Rucoa drifted off into what was a light sleep occasionally twitching at sounds keeping to herself