Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616181010/@comment-3293219-20140617153451

The Witch sighed and slowly stood up, shuffling closer to her.

"Take me to him."

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By now, Jaryl's hair was like a crew cut, almost like he was building his own private army and he was his first recruit. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before picking up Isis' wedding ring, threading some string through it and tying the ring around his neck like a pendant.

"I... Fucked up, when you were alive Isis... But I can fix that now..." Jaryl whispered, turning away and marching out of the room, his eyes were red and burning as the tears stung inside them, his white shirt was covered in his wife's blood as were his hands and his face.

He left the bathroom behind him and went to his wardrobe, he was going to need some new clothes...