Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-12599067-20131226052442

(Final post of the night.)

Makoru was vaguely aware of the fact that he was walking through mist, but he couldn't quite tell where he was going. The haze shrouded his view, kept him from seeing the path ahead, if there was one. When he had first been transported here, he vaguely remembered being distraught, running through the mist like a madman. He had been running from the something, trying to get somewhere, but he couldn't remember either of those things now. He was just wandering.

He occasionally saw others in the mist, people who simply trudged on like he did. Makoru didn't really mind. The way he saw it, the fog would clear eventually, and then they'd all be free. They all rambled on and on though, and that bugged him. He wasn't fond of ramblers, and he didn't remember why, nor did he really care. It was what it was, and if it wasn't the way he wanted it to be, then so be it. Makoru trudged on, the mist swallowing him up as quickly as it revealed him.

(I will not be on a whole lot tomorrow. I'll see what I can manage.)