Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180604223652

Or... or maybe not, the sight and smell definitely had it's reminders that perhaps she was still on Innistrad. And had been magically transported elsewhere...

But...

But that didn't feel right to her. Well, nothing felt right at the moment, specially the new and transformed items on her back. Oh...

T-that would be a problem wouldn't it?

If she was on Innistrad still, even if she did find a village, she was an abomination at best to be put to death. Not that... humans or some vampires could take her in a fight, but she'd hate to see their faithful looks to turn into distrust and disgust.

Is she... able to defend herself though? Both physically and mentally she felt haggard and weak, more jumpy than usual as well, like a mewling kitten out to see the world. Like anything could kill her and not even have to try...

But perhaps a look, if there are no survivors, a quick prayer...

A quick prayer to ''who? ''

Well wishes than, and if there are survivors uhh...

Faida stalked forward, glancing uncomfortably several times at her back and the tentacles. They don't seem to 'harm' her and if she... concentrated... she thought she might be able to make them move.

Which was plainly disturbing to behold.

Nevertheless, beneath rotting trees and cawing ravens, she wonders what sort of road of absolution it is. Hopefully the one that won't find her or others absolutely dead. That would be terrible.