Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140102235159

As the khajit spun around, they were immediately pounced by the werelion and their leader was pinned down and quickly torn apart emitting a soul shattering shriek.

Sinir stepped back, panick stricken as his friend was mauled to death before his eyes, he glanced up to see that the nord girl had gone. He quickly ran to catch up with her, running through the bushes and whincing as the thorns brushed against his leg. He then stopped, jerking forward several times before turning back to see that his shirt had caught on a tree.

"Help!" He cried out to Manja who was barely visable.

You've got to be freakin' kidding me!

She rolled her eyes and went back for him but she couldn't think of a reason why this was a good idea or sensible in anyway. She grabbed hold of his shoulder and drew her knife, cutting through the snagged bit of shirt and freeing the khajit.

"C'mon!" She insisted, waving for him him to follow her.

"My shirt!" He whined, holding the threads with teary eyes.

"Be thankful that it wasn't your face, now move!" She snapped, pushing him forward and continuing to flee.