Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-24510587-20170804183048

In the six months that had passed, the otherwise so well-groomed Arctus had let himself go. His previous stubble had grown out into a full beard, and his dark blonde hair had nearly reached his shoulders. It was not hard to figure out why, of course. Rejection had hit him hard.

"I believe I read something about them once," he said, as he got up next to Olren and the Blademaster. "They replace their hearts with some sort of flower, right?"