Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190410150804/@comment-38232361-20190421074117

Mirabelle couldn't sleep. From under the covers, she stared out the window to the waning moon. Only about a week till the new moon... She dreaded what would happen if her new group didn't leave town before then. Maybe she will leave me alone if I'm no longer around...

...Oh who am I kidding, she always finds me by the new moonShe reached a paw out an took an old, ratty, infant-sized plushie that looked like a winged mix btween a boar and a crocodile from her pack and held it tightly. He siffed and wiped a tear with the blanket wrapped around her. ''It's been four years. It was an accident, and she still won't forgive me after four years!'' She pulled the collar of the tunic she was wearing up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Aside from the plushie, it was her most prized posession. ''It still smells a little like him. Just barely like...''

"...Ben..." she whispered, trying not to cry or remember what happened. She soon drifted off to sleep, hoping the nightmares would not come again.