Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-27550231-20170903215031

Kathra fans her head in an attempt to cool herself off and clear her mind of all the thoughts that Sebyl was planting in her mind.

"Aaaaahhh! He-"

She fans her head vigorously, the spaces between her fingers fill with a thin webbing cooling her off faster.

"He grabbed my cheeks and head and shook me around. No one outside my family has ever done that before! And! And! Ahhhhh- It got me all hot and bothered."

Her voice creaks to silence as she melts into a puddle of steaming purple slime.

Preator stares at the joro-gumo, silently calling her out. Lettign her know that her attention is not wanted. Feeling that his message was sent he turns back to the clothing rack and pretends to look for clothes.

"So what did you do to him? Where's the little king of Oz? More importantly why did you want to take his life? His life was garbage and he always did the most stupid things, like pick fights with me."