Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20190227001023/@comment-31749612-20190303184929

It seemed the mothmans attempts worked, and Whiskey stopped, staring at her. “Y-You don’t?” He asks, looking a little confused. Then, from the trees quite a ways away, the mothman could see an Amazones emerge, looking around. It was a possibility there could be more...