Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161125011653

"I am fine...just needed to catch my breath was all.". Margrit told flint as she came over having managed to get her breathing under control now. Nickelae was sitting on the fish. Margrit crouched down to look it in the eyes. "Nice catch flint. He could probably feed the entire circus.". Margrit told him as she nodded in approval. "Alrightie so what do you want to do with it?". She asked the boys.

Nickelae shrugged."I say we cook it up now. Cause it was a work out getting this bad boy up on land. An well lets get the rest over to the circus.". Nickelae suggested. Margrit then looked at Flint. "Flint? Your fish your kill you get to make the final choice.". Margrit told him. It was tradition for the one in her family to choice what to do with their kill. Its how her and her kids have their coyote fur outfits.

It not only smybolize their connection to the beast but had many other meanings. The major one being that they were in command of their own life now and just like how they choice what to turn the beast into. So to would they choice their own fate. The other being to watch out for power and what it does to people.