Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140513004240

Triste smiled, happy to hear what Tanner responded with. She flung her arms around him, returning his kiss and drawing in closer to him.

"This scar came from Signal...for being a faunus.  This tattoo is to remind me i'm an alien in this city.  I decided to go to Beacon to protect my family.  They're reclusive, so they don't know the true meaning of freedom.  I'm going to prove to them they don't need masks.  And to find the White Fang's inentions."

Triste yawned, sleepiness overcoming her. "As for falling, I got myself down by wrapping around a tree.  Kinda fell right into a group of Boarbatusks, though.  Shiro and Aurus came to my rescue, though.

"Ironically, we picked up the Black Knight, too.  But our initiation group was ambushed by a group of Ursa and two Nevermores. It was...bad. We weren't able to kill the birds, but we drove them off all the same."

Triste gazed out the window past Tanner. There was one bad thing about having night vision, you could never experience the dark.