Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190608142448

Mirabelle whimpers as she is dropped rather harshly on the ground, a jagged rock in the dirt jabbing her in the side. She then picks herself up in a kneeling position, her head hanging limply from her shoulders. She sniffs, trying not to cry infront of her former companion made tormentor.