Sylph
Take me to Wonderland
The sun rose above the horizon, it's warm glow of it's rays falling on the backs of the many characters in the clearing. They slowly get to their feet, brushing off the grass and dirt from their clothes. One player, L'il Dwagie, started to scream as she pulled her hand away and saw blood. She searched herself for a wound, finding nothing. Her gaze then rested on the thing beside her.
There was a husk of what was once a living being, bones and intestines spilling out of it's gut. The blood had pooled around it, staining Dwagie's clothing in it's rich red blood. Dwagie searched herself and whimpered as she pulled a severed finger from her hair, tossing it back on the lump of flesh that had been dropped next to her last night. The others gathered around, some looking sick, other's horror struck. It wasn't until the cry from one Zora that made them realize who the lump of flesh was.
There had been a murder. And the victim had been tossed near where she slept.
Arylett Dawnsborough is Dead. She was not Mafia
48 hours to discuss and hang one of your own.
There was a husk of what was once a living being, bones and intestines spilling out of it's gut. The blood had pooled around it, staining Dwagie's clothing in it's rich red blood. Dwagie searched herself and whimpered as she pulled a severed finger from her hair, tossing it back on the lump of flesh that had been dropped next to her last night. The others gathered around, some looking sick, other's horror struck. It wasn't until the cry from one Zora that made them realize who the lump of flesh was.
There had been a murder. And the victim had been tossed near where she slept.
Arylett Dawnsborough is Dead. She was not Mafia
48 hours to discuss and hang one of your own.