Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140913012628/@comment-24530992-20140916005835

"Something's n-not right here.." Vaniel muttered, as he looked around the area. "The anchor should've retracted.."

He felt a cold hand wrap around his neck. It felt familiar. Vaniel turned his neck, barely, meeting the grinning white teeth of his own blood.

"Fancy meeting you here," Pierre laughed, as he pushed the younger man onto a pile of rocks, forcefully.