Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-31749612-20170510001420

(I didn't think you were going to pick both fears. Why Chaos, why?)

Whiskey stands there frozen for a few seconds before dashing behind the closest tree.

''His eyes were wide as he felt his heart beating very fast. He was sweating and his hands were shaking the worst they ever had. He felt sick, very sick and light headed. "No- No... This can't be happening!" He thought. He sounded scared, even in his head.''

An expression of pure fear was locked on his face as he hid behind the tree.

''He gulped as he tried to stay still, but that was kinda hard for him. The best he could hope for is that the don't hear him.''

''He wanted to just run, run as fast as he could away. But his legs hurt and he didn't know where he would be going if he ran.''