Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28578706-20181213211741/@comment-34052734-20181223155704

Tamashi tugged onto his collar, a little expression of delight in his face. His face was painted with dirt from not washing all day and the night prior, just because he didn’t have the resources. Unlike his skin, his attire was an attempt of staying neat in the vile conditions of the environment. The twenty-year old was in the middle of the group, probably because he wasn’t strong enough to lead or to be in the back and fight on his own. He said confidently, “Yes sir.”