Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20171119195905/@comment-27950421-20171128130029

The jungles seems still enough, save the chirping of the small winged reptiles fluttering in the canopy above and the calls of other far more distant life. Still, Kirdain starts to develop the feeling that something is watching him.

He feels a trickle of green with the barest hint black taint as a soft breeze blows past him. With he can faintly hear a whispering voice, "...they're hunting you...."