Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-32004538-20171002210254

(Ooh! Nice job, kat2wind2archer. If you don't mind me asking, is Ka's power sorta like...Manipulation? Puppeting? I'm curious.)

(And now my feeble excuse for a roleplay message)

She had killed.

She had killed.

Killed.

Killed.

Prey was one thing.

Another Jammer was another.

Was she really any better than they thought she was, now? It was something she pondered on as they came running towards her, growls and threats.

It was something she feared, as they prepared their weapons.

And - as an arrow grazed her shoulder, as she fell to the ground, as they dragged her - it was something she knew was true.

Feebly she could tell she kicked at them and ran, ran, ran.

I'm a murderer

She ran into the woods and threw herself behind a bush.

I'm a murderer

And as her wounds bled, the pain throbbed; it was too much.

I'm a murderer

And her head hit the ground, out of sight from any others.

A criminal

The Jammers would surely think she was dead, or else they would find her and make sure of it.

An outlaw

And as the yowls faded away, as her sight begin to grow dark, as her eyelids slowly closed -

A fugitive

- as the world slipped out of her grasp -

An exiled

- she knew that when - if - she awoke, the wounds would've healed slightly, the bleeding less.

A bandit

But the wound in her heart, her moral code, would stay there as a scar.

An enemy.