Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170630203755/@comment-29564364-20170714090503

(Hey, Mayday resurrected! So, where's everyone?

Alpha: I think we're all scattered about.)

It seems things settled down... I climb down my tree and look for footprints and other traces that the group members might have left behind, but the rain already washed those away. "Well... I guess I'll head in a random direction until something hap-" I stop thinking aloud and listen to what sounds like the tweets of a flock of birds in the distance. I climb back up and look around, searching for the provenance of the sound that's getting louder and louder by the second, but before I know it, I am swarmed by a flock of black birds and find myself in the middle of a literal tornado of black wings and high-pitched cries. 50? 100? 1000? I don't know, counting them is impossible. What I do know however is that those birds are big as fuck! Way too big to be birds, actually. One of the shadows swoops down, but I dodge by diving to the lower branches of a neighboring tree and it flies in the top of the one I was perched into, getting stuck in the leaves. Another brave one tempts its chance at catching me, but I jump to another branch before I hear a loud thud followed by something landing in the mud. I don't even look back and keep jumping from tree to tree as the flock follows me from above the leafy coverage.