Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20180804184245/@comment-34818102-20181001003047

He would find a Horn made out of the shell of a ancient cancer. The Horn was the source of the dying glow, and now that he was closer, three sets of whispering voices. One was a husky and rather seductive voice, one was a high pitched and childish voice, and the last one was the only masculine one, who spoke in a tone just dripping with pride and arrogance.