Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34928186-20181021194347

Rucoa couldn't speak nor did she want to. Her vocal chords could mimick the  sounds of humans. The real sounds she made were bird like screeches. She also made whistle and click sounds. Walking down the halls she saw something in the distance squinting her eyes as it screeched at her and her teeth bared as she let out a strained hawk like screech at it. It was an opossum she leaped at and sunk her teeth into throwing it across the room and out the door leaving it without it's throat and swallowing the organ. She would go outside to get it later gazing out onto the rest of the school and back into the room she stayed in starting to clear out the mice and rat skeletons. It was not yet in the morning as the sun was her retreat away from the world and she kept out of it's reach. If she really wanted to she could learn the lanugage of the humans and try to make a meal out of it but all that was her focus was getting back to her group.

Otis heard the screech from the other side of the karavan and called for Clay, "Clayton make yourself useful and go pop that screaming opossum in the head. Bring it back for dinner would ya boy?" he clicked his tounge tossing him a mere hand gun and a hunting knife not giving him any location assuming he would know where it was and how to go back.