Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28759676-20170309213420

fINISHED MY FORM WOOT

Samirah was leaning back on a sturdy branch of a voluminous oak, the abundance of leaves keeping her well hidden in the shadows. She felt the side of her neck, frowning when her fingers passed the tracker. Samirah leapt down, heading down the street towards the meticulous, alabaster hued building.