Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160125154848

The woman giggled. "They make a run for it when I take out my broom?" ('^.^)

The man grumbled. "Those damn things make cries to the night, howling at the moon. They come at night, peeking up above the shadows of the room with their EVIL pointy ears. They go for the young folk, and if they can't find any those damn nabbers take after my chickens. I found a small one chasing an old hen around making a high-pitched laughing noise that would make your toes curl!" \(=o=)/

Percival quietly and neatly ate his piece of pie, he looked up for a moment. "Sounds like werewolves." And then continued eating. (0~0) *Munch, munch, munch*