Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161118194324

Meanwhile, Flint was lying on the bed in his room, holding the mask of the Midnight Hare infront of  him, pondering about what to do. He had a lot to learn. There was no way he could have lasted two minutes against those creeps in the prison if it wasn't for the electrical panels and his auntie saving him... But then again, how would he be able to be the Midnight Hare without him being so tired from huntsman training?