Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-25113070-20160511100520

alec was rather limp at this point now, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. But he still managed to keep his thumb looped through a part of the grip on his knife. 'ith muthle... soopith famp. werth ana? ith fee ofay?' (its muscle... stupid vamp, weres ana? is she okay?) :P

The young looking trapdoor spider hissed at dunnel and spat some of her paralysing venom towards him. she started racing about to get away from the chair the big man was waving about while trying to attack him. But one of her legs suddenly got caught in a hole where a knot would have been in one of the floorboards. She looked up at dunnel and scratched her head with a mixture of worry and looking caught out on her cute little face.

Ana continued whimpering under the duvet. 'i wanna go home... there weren't spiders there... the maids kept them away...' sniffle, sniffle.