Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160716050149

I carefully pick up the motionless holstaur and wheresheep and put them in their respective graves. I look directly into hounds eye's as I shovel dirt on the pair and reply with clear annoyace in my voice.

"Did you forget about the people who lived in this farm, or were you just so blinded by rage to forget about the innocent lives lost? Now if you don't mind the father is missing, he may still be alive or worse. Now you can help me or we can interrogate him here." My left eye glows a bright gold as I talk to him but then fades away as I start to search for the father.

Aabi: "That was pretty harsh don't you think?"

Me: "These were my once my people, just because they are corrupted does not mean that I'll turn my back to what once was." Looking at the barn we notice the blood marks on the door and the pitchfork locking the door. After removing the fork we kick open the barn door.