Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171208040453

The man started to lose consciousness in his dying breath from the beatings but not before the dust caused a powerful explosion in his hand, engulfing the whole room in powerful flames and knocking the door open. There, back against the floor, was a small otter faunus child with short dark brown hair, breathing heavily out of fear.

It was, odd. This child clearly wasn't related to the lord of the house. The clothing was too plane and simple. Modified by hand stitches to keep her warm. Her complexion suggested she was well fed and cared for. But why was she here? Who could have been taking care of her in this place?