Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20140421141407/@comment-7838080-20140423194714

Morela looked up to the boy, her body still shaking from the blows she had recieved. However, she was grateful for his help in gathering her things. And for the moment...she didn't really have anything to say to him. It took the kestrel a few moments to gather herself to talk to him.

"Name's Morela. And...it's nothing that I haven't experienced before," she said morosely, "I was made fun of and persecuted because I was a faunus." Her voice then grew a bit quieter, "And from where I used to live, it was an almost daily occurence. No faunus was ever safe there."