Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181024022146

“You’re speaking in tongues, not like a lady should,” he clenched his leathery hand even tighter against her skin. “You decided to commit a cowardly act, leaving behind your daughter and myself. How foolish.” Not once did he ever refer to his daughter’s actual name—another factor of disrespect in their small family. She would be living in hell now, if nobody had gotten to her yet...that is, drowning in mystery of the questionings about her actual parents—Enola and Aaron. What a pair the two were. And then the killings. Wonderful, orchestrated murders. Something that, so apparent, remained a haunting unsolvable case. Leech glowered down at the Fallen, nebulous pupils constricting in disappointment.

“Mama, I did?” Clay asked genuinely. “Well- I guess I did!” He was bemused by his father’s sudden excitement, and looked over towards his siblings in slight confusion. Lance hadn’t paid attention and Ella-Mae teased a smile. It was clear that she was elated as well, even if she didn’t know everything that wasn’t going on.