Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34928186-20181023175508

Rucoa slowly drifted off into a sleep and feeling the cold weather becoming warmer as she imagined the scenario ahead of her like a vivid vision. She looked at herself in a light orange, yellow, and white victorian dress with a teardrop hat which covered the side of her head covered in flowers which were tigerlilies obviously fake and made by the people in the slums which sold them for money with a light white veil. A gold  pendant in the middle of what was her tight dress feeling her waist clenched by something. She looked down at her arms as she had a small 1 year old child sleeping in her arms and a man in a tuxedo standing behind her. She wanted to get up but she couldn't move like a fixed portrait. The hand clenched on her shoulder got hotter and hotter and hotter with a burning feeling till Rucoa opened her eyes coming face to face with the dreaded person she never wanted to see