Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180317032626/@comment-26383377-20180416164828

Akata returned to the tent, brushing the flap aside and trudging over to her bed. It was morning, and it seemed she hadn't got an ounce of sleep. The empress' hair was ruffed up, and wiped blood was apparently smeared on her lips and cheeks. Her armor was bent out of shape, and her scabbard's belt had snapped.