Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915040932/@comment-17970636-20130930021812

Sven groaned and his eyes shot open. Covered by his hair, he got up and quickly looked around. He was on a kind of board carried by, hecouldn't believe it, an automaton. He silently slipped off and ran back towards the clearing.

Time to hunt.

Sven grinned and his hair swept up by the wind showed the faintest gleam of red in his eyes.

Sven's Mind: Now

Sven got up too see that he was in a snowstorm, and a circle above him displayed his body getting up from a board and running back to the clearing where the initiates and the Deathstalker were.

''What the fuck? Where am i?''