Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140707161114/@comment-11588669-20140708052411

Ambrose felt a small tremor in the tree, causing him to grip his rifle. A tremor meant someone was above him. He had walked out here about six or so hours ago to get away from everyone. Being raised near here, outside of Vale had instilled a deep respect and eye for the beauty of the place. Of course, the grimm were pretty damn ugly. But here and now...the only thing that he had to worry about was what was in the damned tree.

He quietly stood up, the weapon in his hands shifting to it's spear form. He held it warily, unsure if anyone had heard the noise.

Hopefully they won't try too hard to kill me....would be such a shame...