Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-26709630-20160528233159

((Jumping in~!))

Flurry entered the room quietly, casting a shy smile at the ones who glanced at him. Although he had heard much of Dead Epics he had never thought of joining it before. The thought deeply troubled him, as he was not fond of his destiny. It reminded him of his parents. It reminded him of death. He strongly disliked thinking about death. However, he had been encouraged by a friend to join. Flurry had finally consented.

Flurry looked at Demyan with surprise as he introduced himself. He died... but got to be resurrected? He felt a small flicker of jealousy. He spoke up. "I'm Flurry Smert, son of the Snow-Daughter and her king from the Snow-Daughter and Fire-Son. I'm destined to take on the role of my mother and be melted by my cousin." The words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't like talking about his destiny.

He brushed off his forehead. Why did he always have to be so hot? It was rather inconvieniant only being completely comfortable when the temparature was below freezing.