Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160323204517

Clair shit up in fright. "K-killed herself?! So I'm stuck like this?" She wiped away a tear and gave out a defeated sigh. "Couldn't I have become a slightly more slightly monster? From the tales by merchants from Zipan.. Or what else it was called there supposedly are creatures who's appearance could melt any cold heart." She had not seen her own reflection since the change, but assumed she would look akin to the weresheep and holstaur in the barn.

The Large Mouse rubbed her head up against Alec's hand. "Cold hands.. It keeps my brie-brain from melting." (>-<)

Azalea giggled, tapping her scythe. "Again, I'm sorry little mouse." ('^.^) She turned to Alec holding up a finger as if to list a series of names. "I'm actually a Nightmare." She eeped and then held up her hands as if to shield herself. "B-but it's not a title or anything, and you don't get any bad dreams from me.."

Behind them Percival and Dunnel just walked up behind the Nightmare. sensing a presense behind her the nightmare jumped a small bit into the air, unconsciously swinging her scythe at Dunnel. The blade just barely went through his chest, somehow leaving not a single injury. Only a fine red mist oozed from the impact point which was sucked like a vortex into the Scythe.

The hit hulk of a man slumped down on one leg, nearly falling onto his blood-feeding smaller friend. "Woah, wah.. What's this sudden.. Sleep."