Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200909061730

Tikkit: The papers are already filled out and are awaiting approval. They bear names and pictures and information of each person on each form.

Ser/Abyss: "Let me be frank Glen, you and I are not friends. You know not of the charge I have been given and it is not your place to say so." She states. Ophelia grasps the sides of her face, starting to sulk with only her eyes being seen through her slender fingers. "The truth is that this girl would've died several times over without me being attached at the hip. Without my near endless well of power to draw from for her antics. Without my half of our soul to keep her whole. You speak of your tribe and your home without any idea of what those who have to go without. I have no home. I have no body. I have no soul. I have nothing to call my own save for my personality. Go on, tell them Ophelia, tell your friend how long you'd survive without me to help balance you." Morgan says with a chill in her voice. Her tail coils all around Ophelia's leg, seemingly constricting it. Ophelia says nothing, she hasn't moved and the guilt on her face only grows.