Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170504110216

Makiling pauses after Chee expressed her opposition. She stops. All of the sudden, she rips the upper hem of her shirt and shows Chee a misshapen wound. No..

...it wasn't just a wound. It was an infected bite mark, resting on dead skin. "Those THINGS... are more than what you've seen them to be. "  She hides the mark with an extended length of cloth and yells to nearby Engkants, "WE RIDE TO ASWANG TERRITORY! "



"OPO!!"

After their synchronized answer, male and female Engkant suit up for battle. Makiling turns to the Chagrin and lets the wind push her hair aside. "You will come with me."



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"It will not die."

Balana walked away from Jeiel, as if leaving him to the care of his Elementals. From behind a back curtain, she gazed at an inky river at the safety of an area that looked like the shattered hull of a wooden ship. Racer led Cire to her and stood by his side.

"The creature..is one third of him. An immortal piece of him. And so is another one that he is yet to realize. If the creature perished, then the balance in his body would be lost and he will fall apart. That is what makes his existence.. complicated."



"Perhaps, the reason why he is so open to having other beings taking control of him is because...he himself is not whole? I cannot say." Balana stares at the water that rippled at the fall of a single, stray leaf. She turns to Cire.



"The best way to ensure his survival.. to make sure his curse will not plague him ...is that the creature must be appeased. And that.. must come from you."