Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181027014031

Thick as hell)

“What do you want me to do, help you?” Leech snarled at the thought. ''She hates you, Aaron. She’s not worth your time. She wouldn’t even eat her own kind—the Fallen. What we beast eat. That and the humans—I don’t need another competitor in a race to rip apart and devour the thick skin of the humans. Disgusting.''

“Heck, it’ll be fun, Lance,” Clayton gazed at his brother approvingly before heading into the kitchen to assist in preparing the casserole.

“But Ma...” Lance whined childishly in return. “Why can’t Brandon go instead! He’s the oldest—and- he’ll do a better job huntin’ down Dad’s target,” he finished, slamming down the pack of cards. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his older brother expecting a trite reply; Brandon was just a few months older than him, then it was him, then Ella-Mae a year younger—twins with Rhett (the fourth sibling), with Clayton two years younger than the twins.