Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-29818417-20180524035501/@comment-30780275-20180524231534

Scorpio inhaled, leaning back against the tree, ignoring everyone and everything other than the gentle sounds of the river's slow moving stream, the cattails waving smoothly in the calming breeze while the sound of crickets chimed. He sat there for a moment, before slowly pushing to his feet, masking pain as he ripped at the tree on his way up, his grip leaving scratch marks on the bark.