Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191201012749/@comment-44390494-20191201041551

Orion abruptly stopped when they recahe dtheir destination after half an hour of riding. But something was wrong.

The horse stomped his hooves in confusion, walking back and forth.

All that was left of the moment that took place in the small moonlit clearing was a custom-made leaf bed right besides a fallen trunk with white, diamond encrusted reins.

One wrist-lenght black glove.

And a white eye symbol carved on the trunks' wood.

No Isla.