Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160905194551

A guttural laugh resounds in everyone's head. The tendrils wave and dance hypnotically, creeping around Cire as he drives his sickle into the creature. Time seems to slow down for Cire...

She is dead...she...is...dead...

The tendrils form a web, covering his field of vision. He looks down. A light shines on a body, laying in the darkness. He sees who it is, before the body crumbles to dust...

To everyone else, Cire seems to stop and stare...

Ibrahim points.

"Cire, it's a trick!  Don't believe it!!"