Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181026172824

“Your speech is as fragile as you are,” he commented bluntly. “And besides, I am afraid I belong here just as much as you think you do.” He eyed Rucoa’s precious, shuddering wing, and with such observance, he concluded in an aplomb manner, “I see you’ve been shot by one of those mindless humans. You are dying. It wouldn’t be a stretch for me to finish you off.”

He boredly pressed his pale tongue against his glowing-white teeth, clicking loudly as he stared down at the weak figure. Leech hadn’t dared rub his neck after she used it to pull herself up, but casually interlaced his fingers and folded his arms behind his back.

Clay blushed when his mother planted a kiss on his forehead, satisfied that he made his father proud for once. “You need help cookin’ Mama?”

Lance groaned and rolled his eyes, losing another round to Ella-Mae and listening to Clayton speak. He shuffled up the cards before sliding them back into the case. His eyebrows furrowed when glancing over at his younger brother, yet he did not make a statement.