Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20170320024500/@comment-26571677-20170514093730

Ixina looked around nervously, hearing the miniscule clicks of rounds being chambered and raising her arm, the other clutching her stick nervously.

"U-uh, what's going on? I don't...I haven't done anything wrong!"

She stuck close to Dalton, as if he were her only source of protection, which in this case, he probably was. She shared her warmth as much as she could, barring herself against the cold steel of the men's guns.

Yet, a small niggle of doubt bit into her head, and she found herself wondering what else had been hidden from her. She was afraid. Afraid that Dalton wasn't who he'd made himself out to be, wasn't who she'd fallen for that night. He'd lied then, too.

Dalton...what else are you hiding from me?