Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170604090624

Jeiel flicks his head. The howl dawned to be something like a warning to him, but he chooses to ignore it. "It's close. Just overhead. Just past a rivulet from the Styx and --" He is cut off by another howl; this time, it was louder - and closer.

Jeiel turns with hostility. From a nearby hill, there was a shadowy figure that reared its head above a primal form of a Mamono. A laugh, followed by the draping of a huge pair of wings shrouded in empty black.

It was a Mamono who with much delight in her crazed eyes, directed it towards Ibrahim and Jeiel. "Hello boys. Isn't it the perfect lure to bring you here? The Slender, I mean."

Memphis.

Jeiel puts a hand and motions Ibrahim. "Go on ahead. Whatever happens... I'm stopping her."