Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140908004713/@comment-768817-20140910001158

Cogar sat, with his legs crossed, watching the blood drain from the neck of a highway man. Whom he had strung up, on the branch of a tree, like a stag. Before slicing his throat. The blood pooled on the dried leaves of the forest floor. Cogar was ephemerally content.