Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170530054140

Balana moves her large, slightly grotesque head at Cire. "We only fight when we need be, ''Sidapa." '' She answers, before drowning out the silence with a howl that rallies the other Aswangs out into the valley entrance.

The night had come faster than expected.

The approaching Mamono horde started to transform. Their shape became cruel. Hallowed. Fetid. There was a deathly stink that rose thin in the air as their group came closer....

And on the other end, the Engkant's pure, whitened skin grew brighter...

3 groups were about to make a clash.

From behind the village, Racer started to lead them out to another exit. They crawled out of a thin space bewteen rocks and were about to go.... but the Aswang looked on to where her mother left.

"Ina..."