Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181021204227

(For clarity purposes, I will from time to time play as one of the sisters and another brother to create tension between Clay and his siblings. Feel free to take the rest of ‘em.)

After fumbling with the handgun and dropping the hunting knife out of clumsiness, Clayton made an obstructive statement by sticking out his chin with pride. He was gonna hit one today. “Would ya wait for me, Paw?” Clay asked apprehensively, gazing at his father. His eyes glinted with curiosity and open-endedmess, eager to go shoot the marsupial smack dead in the head.

Lance, Clayton’s older brother, sneered slyly, “You ain’t shootin’ shit, Clay. Better run back home and go find Mama to cower behind!”

Clayton chose to ignore his dull-minded brother and tried to focus on Otis. ''I’ll prove him wrong! Boy I will!''