Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170423140224

Lila: Good luck.

The Elementals stare on, unable to do anything else but wait.

Younger Aswangs push Cire inside the tent. Upon his entrance, he is met by hundreds of individual stares.

It wasn't a small tent. It was like a longhouse, hosting several Aswang heads who were cross-sitted before a large squarish table. In the open center is Jeiel, bedridden on a pile of giant leaves.

On the side, Racer had just finished having her Dalaket wound patched. A man and his Aswang mate bandage her leg and leave in a huff.

"It would seem .. a bad memory triggered his form. The poison from a Dalaket claw wound worsened his physical state. How unfortunate.."

Balana sat before Jeiel, who cringed in his unconscious state. "Now. If you may be so willing... give me some of your blood. From your wrist." She extends a clawed hand. "It is quintissential."