Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11163511-20151220091157/@comment-25954732-20151226083758

((Well the award for delaying her posts goes to... Sorry about the lack of a reply, I have a problem with consistency.))

Ark had been hiking through the woods, trekking through terrain without much fear of injury, despite the fact that he had been accosted seriously by a girl in these parts a few months ago over a dispute she had with him over bullying a friend of hers.

After some time though, the woods became a bit too unfamiliar for his liking. The worst part was the fact that Ark wasn't too sure on how to find his way back, much to his chagrin. He prided himself on traveling through the forest after all. To fail in his one true talent was a blow to his ego, something he could not forgive.

Ark continued to walk in a general direction, searching for any familiar landmarks, natural or man-made. While he certainly didn't find any of those, he did stumble across an amazing sight, one that caused him to stumble backwards over a log.

Rubbing his bruised rump, Ark gazed with wonder upon the Georgian house before him. It was a beautiful spectacle to behold for eyes that had become accustomed to seeing the color green for hours.

"I wonder if anyone's in there..." He mumbled to himself, uncertain of the owner's identity. However, throwing all caution to the winds, Ark walked up casually to the door and opened it, noting the lack of a lock. Peering around curiously, he stepped inside.

((Let the clash begin! >:D))