Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-30636131-20170704212131

Jeydon was rather confused on what was happening. It was supposed to be peaceful, relaxing. Now there's hellhounds, and some stranger not seen before turns up. Jeydon was scared; terrified; anxious. He was probably more scared of a new face rather than any real danger. Jeydon looked around, saw that Jeong and Elijah were being confronted by the stranger. The others, either watching or being attacked. Neither options looked good to him. He didn't want to get involved in strange conversations, nor did he want to possibly die from a hellhound attack. So, instead, he ran. He turned around and he ran.

As he was dashing away from all the commotion, he thought to himself. Time virtually stopped, giving him time to think. If he was to abandon these guys, he'll never find out what happened to him. Even worse, he won't get a second chance. This is his opportunity to figure out what there is to figure out. He stopped running, but didn't turn back. He wanted to stay with the group, yet still didn't want to fight, nor conversate. He jogged over to the nearest tree and lurked behind it, waiting for all the commotion to stop. His breathing was heavy now, he was almost hyperventilating. He did manage to control himself, however, and was calm after a few minutes. Now all there was to do was wait.