Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-30655593-20170512024204

''Soon the flying splinters would stop and the bright light was gone. All there was left was a  kneeling Oculus, arms blown off, cracks across his face, and sap slowly pouring out of every crack... especially the broken off arms. And there next to him was a peacefully sleeping woman, as if nothing has happened to her. Oculus would just kneel there, looking down at her.''