Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20140527153710/@comment-24261822-20140530015940

Sitting on a bench that was a little ways off of the beaten path, Cole watched as he wrapped the thorny tendrils of Ferrum Caude wrap around the trunk of a tree, cutting gouges into the bark, exposing the softer wood within.

The cuts were shallow and slow, but deliberate, just like he had done a few times before to save his own skin. His mind thrown back into the past few years, Cole felt a mix of emotions, ranging from sorrow, to longing for those times once again.

At least I felt like I did something worthwhile then...now, I'm just bored and brooding.

Irritated with his current circumstances, Cole retracted his whip and put it back on his belt as he leaned back and gazed at the shredded trunk of the tree.