Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-30700719-20171215015148

The Weresheep behind him adjusted her position and climbed higher on his back. The Barometz reached down and pulled Zatt into her sticky, sweet fruit. The Weresheep clung to the back of his neck, her fleecy arms covering his face. As the wool was literally being thrown over his eyes, he began to feel exhausted and tired. The world around him blurred as his senses faded, but through the veil, he could feel his clothes being gently eased off him by the two girls.