Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200209191941/@comment-25828117-20200213044911

Helian pushed himself through the muck to mount on Bucky as a passanger. He shot one last glance back at the dark water, seeing the ripples on the water return to an eerie stillness, as if it were liquid obsidian. Now the grave of his trusty Abaresk.