Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28634206-20161129122220/@comment-28776435-20161202032602

''Rustling Bush rubbed her forehead, the wind getting more violent. As the festival went by, the wind seemed to be getting harder...''

''Rustling bush soon stumbled back, accidentally tripping over a rock. She slammed into the ground, her poncho sliding off with ease. The wind now exposed to her body. ''

Black dots danced in her vision before she blacked out.