Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181024003043

If I don’t respond, I am celebrating my cousin’s birthday)

Dramatic teal eyes and a dastardly eerie grin was what Rucoa had encountered first. A tall lank man was poised before her, bending down and gripping onto her guant shoulder. Lips now thin and compressed, his gaze cascaded over her angelic physique. ''Frail and gelid—not as warm as I remember. Her luscious hair seems to be tousled and rat-like, in far contrast of what she was portrayed as in her prior life. Oh- what is that? A glint of hostility in her eye? Perhaps it is simply fear, like an innocent mouse in the presence of a malicious feline.'' An utterance tore at the quietness, “My intuition was correct.”

Clayton pushed himself forward into the lodge, handgun and knife in his two hands. His toothpick swung to the other side of his agape mouth, awaiting to face the music of his father. “Paw, I lost the possum, you see?”

“Hah!” Lance snickered, leaning back in his chair. Him, Brandon, and Ella-Mae were playing a round of cards. He had glanced up to catch sight of the little man, Clayton, before returning to his set.