Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20181015152958/@comment-26108027-20190209001405

Auryn is standing above a high elf, pinning him down by stepping on the back of his neck. She looks up as Gardarus enters.

"Found the bee statue." She pants, gesturing to the bed against the wall. She's disheveled, her clothes and fur ruffled, hand marks imprinted in the fur on her arms and face.