Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24301343-20140330124308

Arro is picked up and ran with, his arms and legs hang limply, his breathing shallow. he gives little sign of life let alone consciosness save for a few whimpers here and there. The whimpering was the product of what could be equated to fever dreams.

He was having nightmares, nightmare about his mother, Kirkwood, and Triste cutting im to ribbons over and over again. Had he posses the energuy he would've been screaming.

"S-stop..." he breathed in his lack of consciousness