Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170617082254

Racer nods and transforms into her monstrous primal form, beckoning Cire to ride him. Lils flitters just above the Aswang and yells in a small voice. "Time to go!"

Just before leaving, Balana conks Cire on the head with her staff. "You! SIDAPA!" She growls. "She is in your hands now!" She warns. Just past her, Makiling shuffles to her ride and whistles for the rest of the Engkants to trot away.

Words enter Cire's head, coming straight from Makiling.

Beware of what lies ahead, Sidapa.