Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160802234949

Slowly I rise to my feet as the ground crumbles away, clutching my wound. Looking down at my hand, I can clearly see the miasma is getting worse in me. Me blood is no longer red, it is now as black as my coat. {Shit, how much time do I have left?} I think to myself.

{No nearly enough runt.} My father speaks to me telepathically.