Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-25808351-20160825204802

Praetor says nothing to me or I to him. There is nothing we can say to eachother. For are both no stranger to such things. Death is part of war and that's what this feels like to me, war. I stand in the doorway for but a moment. I see bed sheets draped overtop of the beautiful girls that once called me "uncle". The same swell of anger and hate returns to me and I feel my blood boil.

I was ready to lash out on the door frame in anger, until I noticed the father, was missing. Taking in a deep breath, I calm myself and then, sniff the air. Ibrahim's scent is strong, he mustn't be too far. Lucida is in caring hands at the moment, she'll be fine for now. But the Doctor, I worry. Wasting no more time, I follow Ibrahim's scent.