Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170616111015

(Man that is deep....)

Nwa squirms from Doc's arms. The presence of that blackness relatable to Thomas Ibrahim, the one she called as a father, was strong... but there was something even stronger, drawing her close. It was the frustrated, dying screams of the Naether's Bleeding Tree, pleading to be released from her miserable state...

She asks to be let down. And she points forward. Past the tree trunk visible to the two individuals, Nwa grants Ibrahim the ability to peek inside. What lies in the tree's center was something utterly horrible...

It was another Slender. Black instead of the pale color that Nwa possessed, her body had already fused with the insides of the tree, her form dividing and splitting into tentacled parts of what was missing from the dying plant....

"I must....join..... Sister. " She looks to Doc. "She.... and I..... save."