Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5583506-20190808174834

Shanks seemed torn, his breathing was strained with pent-up anger. There was nothing more he wanted to do now than to get his paws bloodied, to feel the familiar sense of torn flesh underneath his claws. But seeing as Morgan had been retrieved, they needed to get her as far away from this place as possible. He chose her.

He reached into his trenchcoat and took out his surgical kit, with a little luck there was still some bandages left he had yet to use. He held up her head to face him as he started to roll the linens around the side of her head.

"Hold still", he wheezed, still slightly shaking with rage.

Once he was done, he raised her up and flung her over his shoulder. "Time to head back", he spat. "I will get back here one of these days and put a torch to this fucking place while that bastard is heavily asleep."