Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141005215855/@comment-24530992-20141011135753

(Alright. So uh, he's just gonna be there for now until I make up my mind on his purpose. :P)

Draganach sat down in the grass, throwing a freshly caught deer he had just recently killed infront of him. He began to skin it, cutting off the antlers, that would be used later for other needs. He tossed any pieces skin and guts aside, the blood from the animal staining his hands red.