Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20181014015705/@comment-34052734-20181021185006

Sounds good.

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Leech had skulked within the hazy environment, catching the surreal views of a teal-grey sky. His posture was prime, giving himself the appearance of a top-end gentleman loitering around the forest in the wrath of the midnight hour. Hardened gaze, wretched face, wicked smile——all of which described him plentifully, yet the phrases seemed trite. Sadistic. Yes! That was the word. That was what Mr. Leech was, despite the fact that he was dead and there wasn’t much to witness. He was a good man, having quite the finesse when treating his clients——save it for another time, sir. You must not wrap your head around it.

Clay hung back from the rest of his siblings, dawdling about. The young man absently peered at his surroundings to gain familiarity of the place. Oh, a hunt! How Clay would make his Paw so proud of him! He was gonna get a real nice one this year—and then he’ll cook it up and make a stew, just how his Mama would. It would be a fantastic trip, he sensed. Now if only he could pop a bullet without shooting his damned hand off...