Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131217030516/@comment-16171938-20131217031836

Regda whiffs the air about him, the breeze makes his ears twitch. He looks around at the ruins he stands in, the corridors and passage ways teaming with cobwebs. The high areas show vantage points and hallways screem duck and shoot. Regda snaps his fingers, the echo reverberating the hallways. He walks down a corridor, drawing Medea for caution. At the end off the hallway, the young faunas hugs the wall glancing around the corner, hoping to spot the other in the ruins.