Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34667842-20170207225625/@comment-26821421-20170218010411

Bryson flew, and flew, gradually knocking down a line of trees, until slowly coming to a stop, say, about 100 kilometers from the Alucard house, finally slamming against a tree and sliiding down.

He stood, with a groan, and looked around.

"H... Hey, you still th-there, Dakota?"