Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5543592-20140907003524

Fritjolf gave Elana a polite nod of recognition, and listened to her story for a bit. When he figured no one gave a shit what he did, Fritjolf went for a walk outside, wanting to enjoy the outdoors before sleeping. He noticed he had really, well, 'bonded' with anyone in the group. He was more of like an outcast. Perhaps he preferred it that way. If he had to kill any of them, that would make it a lot easier, right? Out of no where, a deer trotted up alongside Fritjolf, scaring the planes of Oblivion out of him. It had approached unheard. The mammal stopped as it was passing him and cocked it's head to look at Fritjolf, oddly unafraid of him. He had the feeling it was staring him straight in the eyes. For a deer, it had an unsettling gaze.

"Shoo."

The deer just continued to stare at him.

"Go away, bad deer, shoo."

Fritjolf jumped at it and made a 'roar' sound. The deer didn't even flinch.

"What the fuck?"