Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-27666783-20200618232004

"Hey Yesha." Bertram says, lightly grumbling at the wet pants he puts on and buttons up, "Tell you what, you seem like a trustworthy person, why don't you show me around and I can prove I'm trustworthy." Bertram says, looking over to where the Bunyip had dipped underwater. He takes off his pack and reaches in his back, producing the compass. Frankly any sense of direction was good right now for him. If the Bunyip began to notice, the mana around Bertram began to shift, a warning, a marker of royal bestial construction. Foreign, a formal emblem alike that of an ornate amber.

Chenguang would continue her trek across the swamps, occasionally checking her surroundings but otherwise almost in a sort of hazy stupor. The Sense Marking had given her instinct a direction, illiciting that pecan wood scent, of a good recollection of memories, of Bertram... Her loins would pulse from the supernatural blossoming of sensual unions, a hue of sweat lined her skin, the idea of another mamono being near him alarmed her. She'd press on deeper into the jungle.