Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34928186-20181024004817

Rucoa opened her eyes met with the grin that was nothing she wanted to see, Rage overcame her and she moved forward almost trying to smash her forehead into his head to at least give him a daze though his grip kept her up against the tree. The way he examined her features was just the way he was a creep when she first married him. Always observing her to the point where she got an uncomfortable feeling. Especially when she was trying to take care of their daughter as was her 'duty' as a wife. Oh how she hated that word...Duty...It was so sickening...She merely muttered something in a different lanugage that sounded something like latin with a german accent. It was weird and complicated with various words that could seemingly go on forever.

Otis leaned over seeing the boy come back into the karavan looking at him slightly, "Well?" when seeing the boy with no possum he leaped up in joy, "I knew you'd find them-" he put his hand on his son's shoulder still covered in cheeto puffs, "My boy you've found her." he was talking about the winged woman and the fact he was also hunting the blood sucking demon that was in the area. His mother Barb came into the room clapping her hand with her apron and tall blonde hair in a beehive fashion. Her eyes were covered in eyeshadow making it look like she was crying or was tired but she just clapped with her overly tanned skin and pink pursed lips, "Oh my precious little boy found your daddy's target!"