Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20180627021638/@comment-27550231-20180630192503

Not caring to look back at the ghostly woman the courier once more began their sprint. At first the movements were lethargicly slow but within seconds they sped up to a blindingly fast sprint. Air quickly pounded in and our of aching lungs. Muscles contracted and relaxed impossibly fast. An overworked heart beat ever faster to keep up with the bodies demands. The courier ran faster than any normal human possibly could but that is why they had this job. Very few could withstand the grueling punishment that came with the task and few could even perform.

But this courier was nothing special or so they thought. A tough upbringing and luck ensured that they could out run any predator so why not take the job? Why no exceed in the one talent you had?