Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-28439145-20170921232956

Bullet looked at himself. How sad he looked, all alone, leaves sticking to his fur. He was sad, no doubt, but he knew that being sad helped nothing. It didn't help him, didn't help his family, didn't help his friends. His dead friends. He snarled at the thought. Everyone he knew had been murdered in front of his own eyes by those who resented him. He narrowed his eyes as he hard nearby spalshes of water, sounding almost frantic.

Bullet was lifted by his wings, made of pure blood, as he swooped towards the noise, leaving a trail of red droplets in his wake.

I never deserved to be banished.

They deserved to be banished.

I must put them in their rightful place.

I must avenge myself.

I must avenge my mother.