Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-37523810-20181231025454

“I don’t want to die, but I know I will.” She’d slowly walk to the crib, placing her fingertips on her daughter’s forehead and muttering something. The child’s slightly-pointed ears slowly round themselves, and her tiny Arachne fingers become shorter. “Wrap her in a blanket to hide the rest.”