Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181022030457

“Shucks,” the teenager muttered solemnly, having to go back to the cabin empty-handed. He was flat out of bullets and his Paw would throw a fit. Holding the hunting knife under his arm and the handgun in his left hand, he fished a toothpick out of his pocket and chewed on it. Not as good as fresh wheat, but she’ll have to do. Clayton propelled himself back towards the lodge, well, where he thought it was. He had a habit of getting lost in places like this, and it was surprising that he didn’t turn up dead.