Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-26510374-20180815152541

The more we walked, the more concern rose in my chest. As soon as we entered that tiny patch of land where the moon winked through the trees I felt something within distantly scream.

Not suicide, the clean wound steadily dripping blood like a concerning kitchen sink with a leak revealed that. I took a breath and felt myself gag through that heavy blood scent I somehow didn't notice before, or maybe my mind had dismissed that stench of blood and death and silent despair as normal.

Through the blood I scented the culprit, a raccoon of some sort, most likely. This was their fault. An awful way to die and a cowardly, dishonorable way of giving death that wasn't theirs to give.

Is it yours? a voice queried.

Anything to win. Some of my father's words came back to me. I shook my head, trying to harden my gaze once more. Staying here made us vulnerable.