Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26814804-20160808014137/@comment-26814804-20160815031956

Bryson moved toward the shape, put his hands around it, and felt... something hard, smooth, cold, and...

"heya buddy, i don't think we're that close just yet. gimme some time."

Meanwhile, Ruth had finally reached the source of the sobbing, a feathered monster, his tears staining the ground all around him. He breathed desperately in and out, sucking in air as if he was low on oxegen. It was so, so, so cold.