Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170714060942

Abiathar looks on to the calm, peaceable face of the unconscious Raioh. "I believe she won't have to worry her pretty little head. We leave her be. She will pick herself up soon, no doubt. By then... she will have no idea.. where to track us again. (Passes a hand on her head) Bentley. Keep that doll. It'll help her. The next time we meet.

Raioh wakes up, an hour later.... her head ringing from an unknown feeling. She grabs at the earth.. and sees the wasteland around her. She stands. The Shades of West End have disappeared.

"Tss..... I lost them." She gripped at her own clothes, frustrated. That is until... she sees two distinctive bite marks on her arm. "Wh-What....?"

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Unbeknownst to her.. Bentley and Abiathar are already shuffling out of Whitemarch.Abiathar looked pleased.

"At least.. I got to suck some blood out of her. But it wasn't without her own merit. I made sure she gets something from me." (Wanna make something like your own entry, Jester?)