Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170509083403

Racer grins and pulls Cire out of the tent, past the sleeping Jeiel. She forces him to sit and without a word, dashes inside another tent. Several other Aswangs follow after her.

There was an eerie silence that followed. Probably, the inhabitants of the village had no idea how to react or act towards the death-god ''Sidapa. Lila ''flitters beside him. "She looks like she's imprinted on you." She says, referring to Racer.

A young Aswang walks up and bends over at him. She speaks in perfect English.

"I hear you saved my older sibling from men."