Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28578706-20181213211741/@comment-34052734-20181227002519

“Here we go,” Tamashi whispered, a death-grip around the neck of his boat spear. His knuckles were pale from fear. ''Perhaps they will have some type of peaceful interaction with us. Yes, he thought optimistically, we will become acquainted with each other and share our food.''