Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170501201044/@comment-31749612-20170502235148

Whiskey: "My mother!" He lets go and takes a step back.

All he felt was sadness as he stood there, staring at Mek.

Whiskey's hands would be a bit bloody, probably from feeling his ankle.

Whiskey: "She... WHY!?" He looks at the sky, face filled with anger.