Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915040932/@comment-11588669-20131022225748

Nox reached down, and picked his sidearm off the ground. Holstering it, he sighed. That kid...was consumed by something. And, well, Nox really wanted to kill it. Something in him screamed 'Danger to the pack', and he had acted accordingly. The thing is, he didn't know what the compulsion was.

He walked behind the others, Nightfall still clasped in his hands. He hit a button, and the blood all cycled out with water. He pulled off his helmet, and clipped it to his belt.

Looking at the group of teens ahead, he took a breath. The forest air was cool, refreshing after the stuffyness of the headpiece.

"Well, Beacon. Things just got a bit more interesting."