Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-25808351-20170618005930

MArcus looks around confused. He swings left, then right, searching for anyone other than himself. He scratches the scruff on his cheek, while giving Armata a puzzled looK.

"The fuck you talkin about? Shapeshifting? I ain't no shapeshifter! If I was, I'm sure Cynd would have told me.... I think she might tell me...."