Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161111105839/@comment-13488655-20161212143354

Mask was blown back in the last, unable to get up again as his arms struggled to even push himself off of the ground. The stench of death was all around him. Life was finaly draining out of his black heart and into the dirt beneath Wolfe's feet. He coughed violently, his fingers reaching for a small picture from his belt, a picture showing an image of a baby rabbit faunus in his arms.

".... Take... care... of heeee......" Was the last sound that left his cold lips.