Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140212141252/@comment-5583506-20140224222513

Arngrim couldn't sleep. All he could do was focusing on the moon and watch as it became bigger and bigger. Seeing Masser as some kind of demonic red eye staring down at him and mocking him because of his curse. He had had it. Arngrim got up from his bedroll and started to take of his clothes. He didn't want to rip them to shreds when he turned. He then walked naked out in the dark and sat down in the shadow of a tree, awaiting the inevitable.