Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20181228141910/@comment-36827727-20181230113842

I'm about to walk over to her and offer her a room at my apartment when a man barrels past me, nearly knocking me off my feet at the speed he's running.

"Hey! What the- " I don't get the chance to finish as a mob of horny centaurs trample me in the fleeting man's wake.

'DAMN CENTAURS!!!!' I roar in my head, unable to even manage a low groan with how much pain I'm in.

The banshee ceases her crying for a moment, seeming to take note of my ruined form before standing for the first time and approaching me. Her melancholic cry steadily returns to my ears, growing with every step she takes. My vision begins to dim as she nears, her previously forlorn and sad cry now sounding more melodic and pleasant.

The pain recedes almost completely as she kneels down next to me and caresses my cheek, her tune beckoning and sweet despite it's mournful preset.

Just as my vision fades, I hear her whisper, "I'll be waiting for you, my love."