Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:3D0A:1AEC:356D:43A5-20191201221019/@comment-44390494-20191201234119

(I am officially gonna murder ya' all).

Isla sat alone by a small meadow close to the camp, keeping her personal space. Orion was grazing peacefuly next to her, and Avocado, her Antelope, was casually snuggled between her crossed legs.

Isla sighed, staring at the silver dotted sky as she leaned back against a rough oak tree. Everything had happened so fast, and she had to idea what to do now. Her body still ached from all the bruises she made to herself, and her level four Foxfire uniform was literally trash by now.