Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190505235456/@comment-3293219-20190518182416

The Wanderer had no choice but to push on, running on ahead.

Shrike felt a large hand slap onto her crown, sharp, long ultracite tinted fingernails pulling at her brow and lightly piercing the skin as she was dragged away from Josey's throat. She was quickly jerked away, thrown several feet along the floor, by a large red skinned ghoul-like being.

"You and I ain't done yet, bitch."

Paul readied his hammer, locking eyes onto her.

"You're gonna have to do better..."